( 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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[ It is too late, and he's certain that he'll be scolded just for this little rendezvous. The staff will want to watch the pair for the duration of every interaction for their joint safety. Hiyori is a more immediate concern to them, but on the whole they're hardly eager to slight him. They've already failed in that task in letting him be taken though, and there will be quite the fuss once they notice that he's missing. ]

It's only for a little while. It won't cause any issues.

[ He does wish he were in better condition though. There's nothing more frustrating than being able to even lift himself out of a chair. He lets his arms rest on the armrests, fingers tapping against the edge as they bounce up and down. In his mind, this is far better than letting that agitation continue to build up, but perhaps that's because he's still thinking as a doctor rather than a patient. The latter has never come naturally to him, and months spent in treatment has done nothing to change that fact.

There's a shiver a shirt is lifted and his torso is suddenly exposed to the open air. There are still clean bandages wrapped around his torso, but the area underneath them has slowly begun to heal. There's no red or rust-colored stains caused by the simple task of sitting upright now, and with any luck he might be mobile before much longer. .. Overall, it's a vast improvement from where he had started.

It would be bad if he was too late for his pills, however. ]

I miss being able to spend time with you.

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[ Komaeda proves his own point when he presses his finger against Hiyori's abdomen and in turn drawing a small sound from Hiyori. The pressure is still noticeable, if not quite as painful as before, as the area beneath the bandages is still red and sensitive from the various treatments and multiple surgeries completed thus far to ensure that organs and tissue heal properly and to treat and prevent wound dehiscence. Better, but not yet healed, while an adequate amount of drugs leaves it nothing more than noticeable.

He's not wrong either. Hiyori has lost weight since coming here, at first from dietary restrictions and then from a simple lack of appetite. They've taken to giving him Ensure to aid with maintaining his current weight, if not regaining what was lost, but it's difficult even with that. ]

Yes... That would probably be best. Forgive me for troubling you.

[ But it's best done before he can see them wear off in the middle of their excursion. ]

I supposed I should at least try to eat more... I believe at this point, the drugs are doing more harm to me than you would. My life is better just for having you near, as your presence is a light that can illumine the deepest darkness!

[ It's a problem, really. Hiyori won't give them up because they make his current state of being tolerable, but it sees as though his mind is always foggy now, his body heavy, and his appetite nonexistent. He'll be happier weened off of them, he's sure. When compared to that, Komaeda is practically harmless, and his flowery manner of speech and references aren't entirely inaccurate.

But if he were to put it more simply - ]

I love you far too much to be without you.

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Will you still kiss me after?

[ He's teasing, but he seems pleased with the offer. The idea of being able to go to a cafe and have coffee or tea with pastries, to be able to sit across from each other and smile and talk while tucked away into a booth or at a table makes his heart swell. It would be nice if he could heal quickly for that, or if they'd just let him do outpatient care. They won't though, not when he's so prone to getting into trouble himself. He never was one to sit idly by while the world continued to move around him.

But he wants to be able to leave quickly, to leave without looking back.

For now he has to settle for watching his tired expression in the mirror, along with the sight of the younger ultimate planting kisses. The sensation of cool lips pressing against his skin, leaving behind bits of saliva alternating with warm breath sends shivers down his spine. They're kisses that fill his heart up and threaten to steal his breath away, an exaggerated show of affection that makes him want more and more - more of his affectionate touch, of his romantic words, more of all of him.

He wants to see more of his smile, and Hiyori wants to know what it might look like were that smile to reach his eyes and fill them with even just the faintest sparkle of light. ]

I love you too, Komaeda-kun...

[ He lets out a contented sigh as the last kiss comes before he turns his head to the side and tilts it, reaching one hand back to offer it to him as he notices the look on his face. ]

While I'm with you I need not fear anything, and nor should you. I'll be the strength that holds you up and the firm grip that holds you steady through trying times, and I shall let no harm come.

[ His luck is good, his luck is bad, and if he continues on then something good will come of it. But he believes that Ultimates cannot be touched by it, and perhaps that belief holds some power, or maybe it's just luck in and of itself. Hiyori isn't certain, but he himself has always been a fortunate one - good things come to him naturally, and when they don't he finds a way to force them into being. He might redo his tarot readings dozens of times, or spin the roulette until it lands where it should, and his desired outcome always finds him for that reason. ]

There's nothing that we can't get through together.

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I always love you more. ♡

[ He loves him so much so that carrying around a toothbrush and toothpaste is no longer abnormal for him. It's an inconvenience, but one that he tolerates to avoid seeing the faces his husband will otherwise make. Even the remnants of the sweets and pastries that Hiyori adores are too much for him.

His stomach does a flip as kisses trail from his palm to his knuckles, and he it makes him want more of him. If only hold him closer. He wants to cover him in kisses, and stroke his hair, and feel the closeness that comes with having a person pressed against you. There's a pang of regret as he realizes once more that he's unable to do any of that, but the kiss against his ear draws a little gasp from him as another shudder rolls down his spine. He hadn't expected it. ]

Yes... I want to be with you for as long as I can.

[ However long that might be. Life expectancy is little more than a guess. ]

My room first, yes? It's straight down the hall now... It's the first room on the right once you turn the corner.

[ They moved him. ]

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[ stop they were right ]

Yes, of course... You're always welcome to come in, Komaeda-kun.

[ Hiyori has decided it to be such and in his mind that settles the matter. He misses having company in his room. It's bad enough that Komaeda will be released before him, limiting their time together even further, without having to be separated from him while they remain in the same building.

He catches himself just before he can say something foolish about not needing to listen to others who will say otherwise. That will cause problems, as he has no doubt that his word ill take priority. He leaves it at that for now. The knob turns easily in Komaeda's hand and there's no staff to interrupt them now, and so they'll be permitted entry with no issue.. ]

This room is closer to the communal areas, and the elevator too. Isn't that nice?

[ It'll make it easier for them to do things together. ]

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[ i was today years old when i learned that luxury hospital rooms are a thing ]

Hm...?

[ Had he misunderstood? He's been in a bit of a state of confusion himself, easily distracted and bouncing from one subject to another, and he finds that it's nice to be given such attention. There's no one that will do that here, of course, given that they're all professionals who wish to keep their job. He has equally interest in them, but here with Komaeda, he seems considerably calmer than before. Perhaps his agitation really was from being confined for so long.

Still, he shouldn't complain so much when it does seem that at some point or another he had been moved into a nicer room, really. It's spacious enough, with wood paneling on the wall decorations that add color to the room, a sofa, nice bedding, flat-screen televisions, and a few amenities to make it feel more homely... It's unlikely that a normal person could afford it. ]

Oh, yes, I needed to take my pills before we go... I believe they should be on the nightstand...

[ He blinks a few times. ]

Ah, I believe they said they were going to move me again... I'll make sure they move you at the same time. You'll never be able to recover properly if all you have to look at is an empty room with white walls... You should have company and color in your life, and more natural lighting too... Oh, I believe it even has a small living area. That would be nice, wouldn't it?

[ It's not the same as being home, but it would be something. They could go into the living space and watch TV and pretend that they weren't here.

He really is always worrying about him. ]

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Don't worry, they will... I'll have them set it up while we're out tomorrow... Ah, but you will need to help me to move.

[ He seems certain of this fact, and that's probably because Hiyori does get what he wants in the end. It'll be harder for them to decline if they seem to be doing well. If he has any trouble, he simply needs to find the right person to act - somebody who won't want to incur his ire by refusing his request. In the end there should be no issue when it will be a better set up now. Besides, he's considerably less vulnerable now than he was at the start.

It'll feel more like home. There's too much white for him to parse in his current room, and it's too devoid of stimulation... No, it's not good at all, and he deserves far better than being treated like a prisoner in a place that's meant to care for and heal him. The best way to keep him from harming himself is to keep him content enough that those urges don't overpower him to start with.

He doesn't quite worry bout asking for Komaeda's help either. It's not something he's fond of, but the Ultimate Lucky Student is only too happy to feel that he's being of use. It's a way of showing his love, and in a way it does make them feel like more of a proper couple when they can depend on each other in such a way... It would be nicer than having to call a nurse every time he wants something.

He places his hand on the other's cheek as their lips meet, parting his lips so that the pill can be transferred between them. It's a nicer way of taking it than simply popping them all in at once, and he smiles upon pulling away, swallowing the pill down. ]

Would you like to stay here tonight?

[ That might be a little more difficult but... Well, they can figure something out. ]

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[ It's just cliche enough to make his heart leap, and he kisses and he returns that kiss with an increasing eagerness. Komaeda being sickly makes it difficult at times such as this when all he wants to do is capture those soft cool lips over and over again, to explore his mouth with his tongue. He would kiss him until he forgot how to breathe and had to come back up for air, but as it is he finds himself satisfied with what can be afforded, those brief and fleeting kisses that always leave him wanting one more.

He's happy to hear that ready acceptance despite knowing it would come, and he does believe that he'll be happier yet with them placed together once more. He places his hand on his arm, letting it slide down until his fingers are curling around slender fingers. ]

Which ones...? Ah, I think there's just a few more...

[ He rattles off an additional three names. Medication to help with the pain, medication to prevent complications and infection, medications to encourage cellular repair, supplements to compensate for the fact that he's not eating well... He's taking a lot of pills these days, the finest treatment plans and medications that money can buy offered up just to him. ]

We should watch Unsolved Mysteries tonight... Perhaps we'll be able to come up with solutions.

[ He really did just decide that on his own. Of the two, Hiyori is probably the far more troublesome one, but he believes it to be appropriate for one who knows his health and circumstances well enough. But he's already thinking of how they might watch the recreations of unsolved crimes and discuss them, perhaps stumbling upon some reasonable explanation for the sequence of events that occurred.. He's well enough to sit on the couch with him, so they could cuddle with a blanket, though he'll likely fall asleep if he gets too comfortable. Maybe Komaeda could curl up in bed with him instead. ]

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Thank you....

[ He finds that Komaeda is a nice person to have these discussions with. He's sharp enough to keep up with the conversation and creative enough to find solutions, enough so to fill in the gaps that are left by his own thinking patterns. When he's out, he thinks that they might consider picking up more strategy games. He's partial to chess, but it might be nice for both of them to rope in a couple others for more modern games such as Betrayal at House on the Hill and Scythe.

When they're out... He smiles a little as he thinks on it, holding his hand out and taking them in his palm. He should readily accept each and every kiss given to him, enjoying each one more than the last, but he can take them this way as well. He pops them into his mouth at once and swallows them dry, but finds that the medicinal taste sticks to his tongue unpleasantly. He really should be having a nurse assist him with these activities, but the fussing does grow tiring.

He does wonder at how easily one of them might be able to switch his pills or slip something into his drink. It could have been added to IVs so that it might been injected directly into his veins. How frightening to think of. ]

Would you still like to go outside? We might not have much time today, but we can make up for it tomorrow... We could stay in and cuddle... ♡

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[ Komaeda's love is something far more pure than Annie had held. It's shameful to put all of ones affection into something that can never return those feelings. It's like clinging to feelings for a corpse. Once they've died a person is nothing more than compost to fertilize the soil, whether they be rich or poor or talented or untalented. His look is directed at something real, a person whom can hold him and stroke his hair and remind him of his worth however many times it takes for him to start to believe the words.

It hurts to be touched, and he's certain that there will be discomfort if they cuddle. There had been before too, but he had managed well enough then, and so he nods. ]

It's alright... You'll need to be gentle with me, but we can cuddle.

[ He looks for nothing more and nothing less. It could be because the drugs are still leaving his sex drive lacking compared to normal, but more likely it's the simple loneliness of having been by himself for so long with neither work nor occasional guests to break up the empty days. He isolates his heart, throws away allies at the drop of a hat, but he is nonetheless a social creature at heart. ]

I'll tell you if you gets to be too much, but... It would bring me comfort to be able to have you close to me once more.

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[ Despite the drugs telling him otherwise and the corresponding desire to argue, Hiyori knows that for now it's what he has to settle for. The risks aside, it would likely impede his efforts to have them placed in the same room once more. He nods in agreement despite the visible disappointment, and their lips meeting is a pleasant distraction from those thoughts.

Komaeda's lips are cool against his own, and it pairs nicely with the warmth that comes with their mouths melding into each other, the faint taste of butter still clinging to the tongue that mingles with his own. Hiyori leans his head just slightly in the other direction as he explores Komaeda's mouth in return, letting his tongue slip past the other's lips and explores his mouth, letting his tongue flick against the other's. It's a sensation that he knows well by now. They've shared so many kisses that his husband has finally stopped pulling away from him, not quite bold enough to enjoy such closeness with one who's above him. But the Ultimate Surgeon would cover in in a hundred kisses, in a thousand kisses if that was what it took to make him see how loved he is.

What bliss it is to be with him, even like this. ]

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[ It ends to soon, kisses with Komaeda always do, and he lets his hand linger and slide down before finally taking it back and placing it back on the armrest. The fluttering feeling in his chest is enough to sustain him for now, and he briefly finds that he has to stop himself from thinking of more. If his condition were just a little better he could sit with his arms around him, pull him back and let him lay on top of him, slip his hands over every inch of that frail body... But it's alright, they have plenty of time for that.

But just being next to him isn't bad either. ]

Yes, I'd quite like that! I believe they have caramel popcorn here, yes? Would you get that for me?

[ He's fond of the kind with chocolate drizzle and cake batter popcorn too, but they don't carry that kind of specialty treats ]