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

[killed]

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

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[killed]

[ The moment Komaeda pulls away he'll no doubt fall back, unable to support his own weight, and lose consciousness shortly thereafter. There's sweat beading on his forehead from the strain, but he manages to keep himself propped up. It's not his fault that the other acts in such a reckless manner, nor that he should try to stop it, albeit his current condition could be said to be a result of his own carelessness.

He won't be allowed visitors, he thinks before it occurs to him that he's referring to sneaking in using the window or other unconventional methods. None of those risky efforts are ones that he can allow, but it's difficult to answer when he's busy using his mouth to return those soft kisses. His wandering hand goes unnoticed, and instead Hiyori's eyes droop.

It's a nice offer, but not one that can accept. Shivers run down his spine as they kiss again, or perhaps it's a shudder from him growing weaker. He's trying to accomplish something, but it's difficult to discern what in his current state. He just wants to kiss him more, to enjoy the sensation of their lips pressing against each other and to feel the other's breath on him - over and over, until he's finally satisfied.

He just has to say so... ]

If they'll allow it, but... You shouldn't do anything reckless... You'll get hurt, and I'll worry...

[ He murmurs against his lips before closing his eyes once more as his chin is held in place. He parts his lips to invite him in, tilting his head just slightly as he continues. It's distracting, and he can't think straight, but the thought of stopping doesn't occur to him either. ]

[killed]

[ There's nothing reckless about it, but even if there were, no one should have the right to criticize him. Everything he's done here is correct, every choice he's made the right one, and it's not his fault that Komaeda can't see the truth of that.

But those increasingly passionate kisses cut off his every objection, his mind incapable of focusing on more than just one thing, until he hears the beep of the nurse's call button. His eyes open wide and flick to the side, and the cry of pain that escapes him is no doubt enough to tell of his circumstances. There isn't much that can cut through the heavy painkillers he's on.

Every kiss shared between them is the perfect one, and the pain fades quickly, something that he attributes to the tongue that slips into his rather than drugs. Their tongues mingle together as Hiyori's tongue slides under that of the younger ultimate. He wants to taste more of him, to feel more of him, and it's with that desire in mind that he makes the mistake of letting his grip on the guardrail loosens.

Some part of him had understood that it would end too quickly once the button was pressed, but his fading mind couldn't accept it. He's forced to once Komaeda pulls away, and he flops back onto the bed with a grunt. His breathing heavy, his body trembling, and there's a bit of drool mixed with the blood that had pooled at the corner of his mouth. There's red stains beneath the sheets, and the world seems to spin and warp before him.

They'll be separated, he'll be deprived of any visitors, but not due to his reckless behavior. If only Komaeda were more considerate...

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