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( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
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[ 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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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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[ 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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[ 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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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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[ 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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[ 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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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?
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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...
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Komaeda's illness is every bit his sword and shield as his luck is. It protects him from intimacy because they'll know what a short time he has and it protects him from living when he draws closer to death with each breath whether he's in a hospital bed or bleeding out on the pavement. It's the sword that he uses to dig into his skin and tear across it under the guise of creating hope, the same one that he stabs into others when they get too close with promises of death and violence and loss.
But the snap of the window showing and the resounding click are both reminds of the small dents and chips that one can make. ]
If you wish to spend many more years with me, then I shall cure every affliction that ails you. It's but a word away.
[ Hiyori smiles, holding up his index finger to stop any protests or defenses. He twists his wrist, turning his hand and lifting it slightly in a small gesture before letting it fall back down. It hits his stomach first, causing him to wince, before the smile returns and he moves it off to the side once more. ]
And if you won't, then I'll cherish each and every moment with you, and carry those memories until the day I die... Time is all the more precious for how limited it is, don't you think?
[ People leave, they fall apart, they move on, and they die. Sometimes a person is kept for days, and sometimes it's for years, and one never quite knows what it'll be. It's the same for a person on a short lifespan - how precious is it is to be able to be able to spend limited days filled with warmth and care? ]
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It's your choice, Komaeda-kun.
[ These words, too, could almost be seen as reflexive by now. No matter how many offers he makes, no matter what the subject, so long as there's no reason for him to intervene it's nothing more than a choice to make. It's hitting a form in the road and deciding which path to go down, but no matter how many times he's asked, his fear of the unknown means that he can only start down without so much as glancing at the others.
It's his choice, and so that path is left closed off, and Hiyori instead follows along behind him. ]
I love you too, and so you can cause me no trouble. Everything I do is out of love.
[ He brushes his hair out of his face before covering his mouth once more, coughing into his hand. It's no trouble him to talk, despite how much his nurse fussed over the mere thought of a patient doing so, but the attempts at movement will do him no favors. He needs to keep still, and how frustrating that is.
It looks like he's still trying to escape. The smile fades briefly before he replaces it. ]
... What do you think I want from you, Komaeda-kun? Tell me... What is it that worries you so?
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No matter what he says, it's always in one ear and out the other. It's why Hiyori can tell him that he has no love in those moments when perfect honesty takes him. He has no love to give, he accepts none that's given to him, and so he remains empty. ]
... I really hate... When people look down on me...
[ Ignoring his choices and attempting to force his hand, treating every word he says as a lie, dismissing his every thought - what can that be called if not patronizing? There were those who had done it in his youth too, but he had succeeded where they failed in the end.
It must hit the same nerve, as one of the few things that seems to wear at the surgeon's patience is having decisions made for him, comments made about what they wrongly believe is best for him - none know save him, because they're all trash when compared to him. They only have value because he so decides it, and he no more trusts their values even less than he would trust the judgment of a particularly dumb mutt.
But those cruel thoughts are only in his head, showing on neither his face nor in his words, but just a hint of sharpness that cuts through the drugs as he continues, ]
There's no one capable of ruining my life... I won't let anyone...
[ Because he's Sou Hiyori, perfect, capable of anything, and there's the sudden awareness of his own helplessness that wasn't there before - useless, pathetic, incapable, at the mercy of others who will cut and rend and grab and tear and steal everything he has - those thoughts that should be repressed by heavy painkillers leak through for just long enough for the panic to set in once more, that sickening awareness that causes his hand to slam back down and grab a fistful of sheets.
Apparently he doesn't need to ujse Komaeda to ruin his life either, because he does manage to get himself halfway up, not quite sitting straight but enough most people might describe it as some variation of up, before pausing to draw in a gasping breath. But what was stirred up isn't deep and insightful, but something instinctive, carefully nurtured for his entire life, brought to the front in center in a violent way during his school days, and so he still believes that this is both doable and necessary.
Komaeda should probably move quick so he doesn't have to deal with whatever's going to happen if he rolls that high again. ]
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It was Hope's Peak that had poisoned them. It was the way they milled around without rhyme or reason, with classes nothing more than decoration, and despite being the best at what they did at some point he could begin to reach his level. He worked three times as hard, four times as hard, studied everything and anything, spent hours upon hours ensuring his success. As reticent as he was to join their ranks, he needed to be perfect for that place, for ASUNARO.
But who else was? Who else tried to be? He needed to be better than all of them, but their minds were just rotting away. The world was rotting away under the care of these future leaders. The school would collapse, and other places would follow suit, and before long it would be empty.
He fixed them. He sucked out the venom that poisoned them, ripped open an old wound and broke the healed bone for the same of healing them properly.
That old emotional tear reopens itself now, but it no longer oozes out a black substance. It's a bright red, the color of life and love and death alike that paints over the dull gray that makes up the world. Red, spit up into his hand as he manages to pull himself up in order to start coughing more violently now, followed by the sound of dry heaving before more coats his palm. It drips down the corner of his mouth. He swallows down blood that he knows will come back up at some point.
Red stains upon a gray, unchanging world, that should have paved the way for something better. It only hurts once, and all those pains that haunted him during that final year can no longer haven't once touched him since.
It's unseemly to get so agitated over nothing. The world blurs and spins, vertigo setting in. ]
This is why I didn't want to entrust your care to anyone else...[ Cough, cough. ] You're always so difficult.
[ He shudders, taking in a gasping breath. He manages to rest his arm on the guardrail, clenching it tightly enough that his knuckles turn white, smearing it with red blood. ]
What are you doing? Acting so recklessly... You're going to agitate your injuries, and then you'll wind up with a longer stay. If you fall, you'll crack your skull open - pass out in the vents, and how am I supposed to help you then? I want what's best for you.
[ He has to push himself harder. He has to work even harder. Just this much isn't enough. Those same thoughts on a loop for as long as he can remember, compounded for every minute he spent aware of his situation.
It would probably be ill-advised for him to go any further than this. ]
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