( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori

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With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.

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[killed]

[ That's such a harsh punishment, especially for how long he'll be here, but it's not one that he can argue about. They'll overlook quite a bit of the surgeon's behavior due to his value to the company, but that same value means they won't let him act so recklessly that he dies in the hospital. ]

There's no need for that, I assure you. Komaeda-kun means no harm, but it's easy for those who aren't in our line of work to forget how fragile the body is.

[ The same could be said of Hiyori, who stopped thinking of his own condition upon being presented with other things, and some part of him wonders if he shouldn't have at least asked Komaeda if he couldn't clean him up a little more before they curled up together. It's too late now, and all he can do is correct for it going forward. He chuckles softly, remaining just lucid enough to be embarrassed by this entire affair. ]

So long as I'm responsible enough to tell him "no," there will be no problem... Truly, I'm more concerned with other behaviors.

[ Which is to say, he's far more willing to bring harm to himself than others. ]

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[ To hear that another did everything stings to hear, and he would like to object if not for how true it is. In fact, he considers objecting regardless, but he can't think of anything of significance that he was able to contribute. Regrettably, she's quite right in that he's incapable of moving. ]

Ah... It should be enough for me to refuse him going forward! But there's no harm in him simply coming by me, yes...? So long as nothing, ah, untoward is done....

[ Komaeda suffered a hefty injury, but it's nothing when compared to what Hiyori has suffered. His stay is to ensure his comfort and full recovery, whereas the latter would likely die if not given specialized care now. But if it were his own patients, wold he allow such behaviors? Even if it might seem harmless, would he knowing what would inevitably ensue?

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... And I send him back to his bed straightaway! I wish for no harm to come to him, and I wish to treat his care just as I would my own.

[ That much, at least, can be presumed to be true. Hiyori is cautious of his own care when in control of his faculties, and he has reached such a level for a reason.

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Given him a moment to process the rest of his punishment.

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No sweets...? Granted, he hasn't really been able to eat, but... ]

Ah, five days...? Isn't that a bit much...?

[ What is he supposed to have in the meantime? ]

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[ bout ready to roll persuasion on this ]

Komaeda-kun isn't fond of sweets, and so you need not worry about that... I can't very well stomach anything right now, so vitamin supplements have been more than enough!

[ It must be habit that leaves him so dejected by the idea, as he truly has no desire to eat even now. The idea is sickening. But it does tell him something. This woman just be the cautious sort, one who's too serious for their own good.

Hiyori doesn't need another person to make his decisions for him. He laughs, sheepish once more. ]

Now, you really must have more faith in me! My decisions are still quite sound, and one can't take an isolated incident to deny that. It hurts too hear my coworkers assume the worst of me!

[ It should be reassuring enough that being injured and drugged up hasn't removed that dramatic flair. Less reassuring is the fact that he's still just as difficult as ever when it comes to what he wants. ]

Truly, truly cruel to be told that my input will be ignored... Ah, my heart might just break...

roll: 19

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My, my, do you believe that my being a patient has caused me to lose all good sense?

[ Those words are said in the light, playful tone of an employee teasing a coworker. It's a reasonable concern when the amount of drugs he's on has eaten away at his sensibility, but it isn't as though he's suddenly abandoned all restraint. The previous night was nothing more than a misstep, the type of mistake that even the young woman in front of him could make.

He glances down as she looks. There's a mess hidden underneath the bandages, and if he looks too long he starts to remember the awful throb that had followed the bandages being played with and his staple licked at. ]

No objections. ♡

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Yes, you're right... Thank you for your assistance.

[ What a charming young woman. She seems to be the serious type, careful and considerate, the type of person he would expect them to send in to take care of him. He supposes he needs to be careful. It's a bit frightening to take care of such a prestigious person. If something happens, they'll need someone to blame.

He'll be more careful. He does want to recover quickly. But it won't do to have her bullying his cute patient either. ]

Ah, no, this is his room until he's officially discharged, and then he'll be my visitor... I'll be lonely if he just leaves me...

[ He shouldn't be discharged today, but it's possible that he will be. ]

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[ A frightening woman indeed! Midori chuckles as walks off with a huff after giving both of them another firm warning. He'll doze off on his own soon enough, and so there's no need for to worry so when he's already agreed to behave. He supposes it can't be helped when her morning began with such a mess. With any luck, by time she's returned some of her agitation will have died down.

He smiles, head turned, listening to the shaking doorknob. It's probably because she had given him such firm orders. He's sensitive to such tings, and moreso when he finds a person whom he can look down upon. ]

Nagito... Won't you come by me? I was waiting for you to come back.

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... Nagito?

[ He had heard her just fine, but he's chosen not to listen to those orders. It isn't as though he's going to die from talking to his roommate, no more than he would if they were a visitor. Unfortunately, it doesn't occur to him that the name is the issue any more than before.

He hears the sound of the window opening and turns his head, a frown appearing on his face. ]

... Did I say something wrong? You don't need to go out through the window, if you don't want to talk...

[ He trails off, brushing his hair back, looking down briefly. He sounds hurt. ]

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Hm...? We're married now, aren't we? You can call me "Sou" if you'd like.

[ It's for the closeness and care that addressing him in such a personal way implies, and particularly for Hiyori who tends to address others in a polite and formal manner.

But now that something has been said, it occurs to him that Komaeda has objected to his name being used in the past. It must be a sore spot for hm. ]

Is it really so bad...? You have a wonderful name. It rolls right off the tongue, and it rings like a bell in my ears... ♡

[ Hm, he'll probably just object to that, however genuine the words may be. ]

... Ah, but I didn't mean to upset you. I should have asked first.

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[ He laughs softly. It's no different than holding hands or kissing, or any other form of intimacy, but those are all things that Komaeda is afraid of too. It's the closeness that scares him, no doubt because of his luck. ]

It's not disrespectful, it's a display of affection... There's no need to force myself to say my cute husband's name. It's a beautiful name, befitting of a person who will one day shine so brightly.

[ It's a name based in the stars. Nagito, the calm beneath the big dipper, those stars which sparkle and illuminate what would otherwise be a dark sky. Humans would look into an empty void if not for those dots that shine down upon and guide them. ]

You don't need to worry about protecting me.

[ It's not a refusal though. Hiyori is ever mindful of how far he can push before breaking him, and sometimes these little attempts at strengthening their bond do fall through. ]

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I've spoken no lies. Love cares not for something so shallow as status and roles, and it's Komaeda-kun that's stolen my heart.

[ It's sad to have to address him in such an impersonal manner, but the more he pushes the matter the more resistance he'll be met with. One must give a little in order to receive. ]

There's only you.

[ The same answer as always. It's slurred and a little clumsy, tired and followed by a yawn that ruins what little is left of his charm after all that, but the content is no different than before. He chooses the same person over and over and over. Hiyori picks and chooses as he pleases, sinking his claws into others, and its only when he's grown bored of it that he'll allow them to retract. But even that is love. ]

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That's right. I took you on as my patience because I wanted to help you.

[ It was because others struggled with him. He was unwanted even by his doctors due to his penchant for violence, or otherwise they met with a terrible fate for how often they were left in close quarters with him. He's lucky, and he's unlucky, to have lost so many wonderful doctors.

He wonders how long the current one will last now that he's been pulled from his care, how their relationship will end. Hiyori is the one who could stay with him despite the violent outbursts, inscrutable nature, the unfortunate events that always seem to avoid him by inches. If he's pushed into traffic, the accident occurs all around him; if a gun is shot, it brushes right past him, and why should that be? Because no one wishes to hit a pedestrian, because he leaned slightly to one side, because he knows better than to let his guard down.

Ah, how embarrassing to be caught like this twice... ]

What do you think it is that I want?

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[ A happy life... Hiyori wonders if such a thing would be possible for him. He was raised to be the best, to bridge gaps and to suscceed where no one else could. He was raised knowing what failure meant, and he was raised with the tip of a knife always pressed into the back.

But he's happy because he can live as he pleases. He can control the world and watch it spin or stop its rotation at his leisure, destroy and build up important projects as he sees fit, fall in love with whom he so chooses. As long as he's safe from harm, he can be satisfied.

But he doesn't have that yet. He chuckles. ]

I would prefer not to be a patient any longer... Nagito. [ He clears his throat before correcting himself, ] Komaeda-kun, do you still think you're just a toy that I'll throw away once I get bored?

roll: 13

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[ His hands would be all over him. He would scoop his former patient into his arms and pull him close, rub stroke his hair or cup his cheek, kiss his forehead while speaking sweet words to him in a whisper that only he could hear. For those who will take it, Hiyori offers his affection in the form of touch as much as anything else. It's a way of releasing endorphins, it's a reminder of their closeness, it's a promise to the other person that they're not alone.

He thinks about trying to get up, and does in fact lift his shoulders slightly, but he slumps back down as he finds this to be impossible.

Ah, then he must be the type to leave in the morning, hm... That's not terribly different from how Hiyori can be. ]

It's enough for you to stay by my side.

[ There's a little pause. He's probably looking for something more eloquent and poetic to say - how they might walk through life together, or of how he wishes to spend all his time his time with the other, having to only to love him, his only thoughts the joy of saying those words and proving it to him, but none of that quite manages to come to the forefront of his mind.

But he's able to settle on something simpler, ]

You add color to my world. [ Color to a dull gray world, one where every blends together and nothing at all catches his eye save the occasional pop of red or black or white, ] I wish you wouldn't think I'm such an lowly man... Really, that would just be in bad taste...