( 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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that's the opposite of taking care of it???

[supporter]

[ It's a bless that he's never known. The hormones and endorphins wipe away the day's aches and pains from fresh bruised and healing injuries. It's a brief reprieve from the tension that's kept him in a tight grip since he woke up this morning, his chest heaving with each inhale and exhale as he waits for his breath and heartrate to stabilize. He's still weak in the knees, but the strong arms around him and the warm body his back is pressed against are more than enough to support him.

He turns his head so that he can kiss his temple as he nuzzles against him, green hair tickling his nose. He smells nice, and as Hiyori watches him lick that sticky substance off his fingers he thinks that he might like any pleasure that Komaeda gave him. He's happy so long as he can have more of them. That line of thinking is crude though, and if he's too caught up in the dizzying relief to squash it he at least knows better than to say it. If he could look in a mirror, he's sure that it would only encourage such behavior. Even with their bodies treated, he loves every piece of Komaeda - the soul that's occupying his own, the words that he speaks, the sound of his voice. But he loves those familiar sounds too, and he's sure that whatever expression he's wearing would only encourage him for his present inability to differentiate. It might be the best of both worlds.

He returns the kiss, carefully removing one hand to bring it up to touch his cheek - soft and warm, just like the rest of all of him. He closes his eyes as his tongue runs up cheek, a shiver running down his spine at the sensation, before opening them to look back to him. His fingertips rest on his cheek, stroking it fondly as he tries to process those words. He should at least have enough self-control to not drool all over himself, and he swallows down the rest of the saliva. He doesn't wipe his mouth though, as the offending spit has already been lapped up. ]

Mm, it's the feeling of your hands on me... It's just as nice as running them along your body, having you in my hands... [ Maybe nicer, and the feeling of that supple body in his hands, the taste of him on this tongue, every slight movement... ] I was afraid that you wouldn't want to...

[ He strokes his cheek gently, leaning his head back as he watches him. It's difficult to do much from this position, but he runs his fingers up his thigh before bringing it up to gingerly place it on his arm. The rational part of his brain tells him that he should stop this here. It's not the best thing with his body in the condition it is, but then, maybe it doesn't matter - Komaeda ignores him half the time anyway, and he doesn't want to think about troublesome things. ]

I want more of you... I love you, Komaeda-kun... I love every part of you. ♡

[ It's at moments like this that he can say such things in earnest, when he can forget about all of those parts that he hates. It's a rare and fleeting happiness, a bit of magic that he works for himself, but like all magic it shatters and disappears the moment it's perceived - just like safety and warmth and comfort, alcohol and sex and drugs. ]

SIGH... it's the only way komaeda can handle having a healthy body really but hiyori will freak

[supporter]

[ It's not that his desire for sex is too high, as he's never had much time when there was always work to do, but rather that Komaeda doesn't find him to be satisfactory. It's a fact that he notices sometimes and entertains with a war smile that covers up the layers of frustration that coat a core of fear. He's considerate enough to finish rather than leaving his partner unsatisfied, but he'll disappear for hours and days at a time, be found passed out at his desk with a half-empty cup of coffee. He has to push himself harder, work even harder, remove anyone who might be a threat to him. It's the part that he shows though, the genuine smiles that come in the afterglow. They've only ever come when he was drugged, cut free from his worries at last.

The threads are cut now, the knots undone, waiting to be retied as he lets his hand move to the back of Komaeda's head so he can pull him in for another kiss. ]

That's because you always tease me, even after... But Komaeda-kun is the only one I'm like this with, I wonder why... Hmm, maybe you're the only one I've ever wanted to feel connected to...? ♡

[ He doesn't want this feeling to end. He shifts his hips, pressing back against against him, and he can feel the bulge in his pants. But even if he couldn't, Hiyori knows his own body well. He'll care for his partner alone, but it doesn't satisfy that growing tension in his body that makes him want to kiss them harder, deeper, to go further. Does he want to fuck him, or does he want to be fucked by him? He loves the feeling of Komaeda beneath him, the feeling of him wrapped around him, and he doesn't doubt that he could now too. But he thinks he could live with the alternative too.

Shameless, completely shameless, and he shouldn't be behaving in such an unrefined manner. He manages to reach his hand back behind him, fingertips brushing against against his growing boner before he grips it to give it a light squeeze - just enough to let him know that he's noticed and offer a few words before taking his hand back. ]

It'd be far more shameless to leave you like this, don't you think?

[ He's happy like this. Hiyori feels close to him like this, and he finds that connected is a good word for it... He thinks he'd like to make his partner feel much, much better than this. ]

the way he's going to whine and cry and complain

[supporter]

[ Condoms...? He stares for a few seconds, as though he were trying understand a foreign word. He is tired. His throat is still sore, a dark bruise marking where a hand squeezed it, and he has plenty more. How lucky that the majority of them are hidden. He's protected only by the afterglow, one that will fade too soon, and his thoughts are slow to catch up. It does finally dawn on him though. It's the same reminder that he's given every time, though he doesn't think it to be necessary after being together this long.

Well, it's not like he can say anything though. He should encourage his partner to be so responsible and practice safe sex even after marriage even if it's better without... He supposes it doesn't matter as long as he's giving head though.

The fact that this thought doesn't raise concern is proof that the combination of exhaustion and sex seems to have deprived him of any and all common sense, as there's a bruise on his neck where a hand had wrapped around it and squeezed. It doesn't take being a doctor to know that when swallowing is painful everything will be that much worse, but he's far more interested in the idea of touching him more, of helping him slip out of his clothes and exploring what's underneath. ]

Oh... Yes, of course, I can go get them. You can wait here.

[ He places one hand on the tub as he bends over to turn the faucet off, inhaling the steam wafting from the hot water before standing back up and turning back. The room is steamy and warm from how hot the water is, though at this rate they'll have to refill it. But at least it'll keep the room warm. He pulls his boxes back up out of habit next. He's never cared for wandering around without at least that much, and it's not as though Komaeda ever wants to keep going. It has the added bonus of keeping his skin covered.

It feels vile to be delighted by the sound of his own groans, by being able to make his body respond in such a matter, but he's able to suppress that by thinking of who it is in that body. It's the person who he wants to love and be loved by even more, to be closer and more intimate with, and the person who he wants to be attracted to him. Just knowing that Komaeda wishes to be with him even while in a body that he hates makes his heart glow, adding to the warm and comfortable feeling.

Maybe they can cuddle after. His eyes remain fixed forward as he considers throwing the idea of condoms away, but he forces himself to turn away before that desire can overwhelm him. ]

I'll just be a moment...

[ He cracks open the door, shivering as the outside air brushes against his skin, and steps out of the bathroom with some reluctance before closing it behind him. ]

NOT HIYORI KILLED HIS BONER AGAIN somehow this is even funnier than him paying for his horny crimes

[supporter]

[ Cum-drunk and love-drunk and staving off the hangover with each and every hit that he takes. Handjobs and blow and then it's onto other things. It's a shame that this body doesn't enjoy sweets, as he thinks that some salted caramel lube would make the experience even better, or edible sprays to lick off every inch of him... But alas, he doesn't even tend to use those as the taste sticks on his tongue in a way that makes kissing unpleasant after. Every once in awhile he manages to convince him though, on those days when he just wants to care for his partner and watch him pass out immediately after. It's no good if he neglects him, after all.

Maybe next time. For now he digs through the drawer in his nightstand for the condoms, finding that he has to sit down as he does so. If he stays in one place for too long he finds that he'll pass out, and so he keeps his hands busy with moving things inside until he finds the box, humming happily as he does so. He takes out a salve as well, one that he's learned to keep close for how often he finds marks on Komaeda - he always insists on not being helped, and more often than not Hiyori ignores him as he pulls him over to patch up cuts and bruises.

He rolls up his sleeves and touches it to there, his neck, and several other areas. They really had been rough with him earlier. It'll piss him off just to think about it, so he opts not to do so, instead waiting the few seconds it takes to dry before dropping it back in the drawer and pushing it closed. It won't fix it immediately, but it at least means it won't take quite as long to heal. ]

... ♪

[ How should he do it, what does he want to do today... He always has to be so careful with Komaeda. He's made the mistake of pushing him down once or twice, and it's quite painful for him. If it were another he might not care, but Komaeda isn't some whore that he found in the bar. He's his precious, wonderful, cute, and charming little husband. He has to take care not to hurt him or he won't understand his importance, nor how nice it is to have a person be kind to him. He supposes that means he'll need to be equally careful... He does know that body best too.

He's thinking about all of this as he goes down the hallway and back into the bathroom, happy for the warmth that clings to his skin (it's freezing outside this room, and it'd be all that much more apparent the second he left,) and setting the box down on the sink. He takes a couple out and sets them down by it. ]

I'm back, sorry for the way... Ah, once this is over we should try using the chocolate body paint. I'll use it to paint Komaeda-kun over and over again... ♡

[ Paint his masterpiece and lick it off and start all over again... It's a nice thought, and he wipes his mouth now to make sure he's not starting to drool again. For now he'll settle for trying to press a kiss against his lips, soft and chaste to start. ]

stooppp he's only not horny for hiyori bc he wants him to feel unattractive

[supporter]

[ The gel will expedite the healing process, but it can't immediately heal it. It takes longer on a sickly body, as they're slower to heal, and he's ever mindful of how much more important it is to apply it sooner than later. It doesn't help how sore his body is now, and it's not until a hand wraps around his throat that he remembers the pains of the day. The kisses are sweet and sensual, the gulps of air that comes between a testament to how thoughtful his partner is, and so the touch proves unexpected enough to make his body twitch and his breath catch.

The ache passes enough, and Hiyori busies himself with letting his finger trail up Komaeda's abdomen and chest, stopping at the collar of his shirt and undoing the first button. Cool fingers brush against his skin as he works his way down. It's not quite right for him to be so warm and fit, as he's fallen in love with his thin and sickly body, but he thinks he would love him were he like this too... Warm and healthy, glowing and full of life, though the white hair and pale green eyes will always remain as they are... But even if not, he could love Komaeda in any body.

There's a soft moan against his lips as they continue, the remaining tension easing out of his shoulders as warm hands massage them, and a tremor rolls down his spine when his tongue brushes against his lip. Those kisses move along too quickly for him to respond, but he finds himself pausing to grip his shirt before continuing his work. His fingers reach the bottom, touching his waistband, but they move back up instead to slip his shirt down and off his shoulders, and he tilts his head back a little more as those kisses move down.

He pauses suddenly when the inquiry comes. His head is still fuzzy, and the hot breath that each exhale brings feels nice against his skin, but it occurs to him at last that they should have switched positions by now. He's been baited like this a few times before, and it concerns him a little, but... He can't think of anything that he had done wrong or that he should be upset with him for. ]

Mmn...? Of course... What is it, Komaeda-kun...?

it's the way our paids expired at the same time

[supporter]

[ Komaeda is perhaps too indulgent when it comes to his husband, but married couples are so often like that. For all his bluster and confidence, Hiyori's refusal to be anything less than perfect and demand to be more beloved than any other means that the idea of lacking anything eats away at him. He has no need for it when lacking either means he stands above both, but there are times when his petulant whining and clinging are traded for locking himself up. It's never out of spite (that would be the whining and huffing,) but some drive that tells him that if he doesn't move then he'll fall behind. He works harder and harder, sharpens every skill, and he won't let himself out until he's satisfied. He's afraid, always afraid.

The afterglow is the drug that he hides from his fear in, and the reminder that he can be less is the cold water that sobers him up.

He flinches beneath that touch before returning the kiss. There's no response at first aside from a soft ah as he searches for an excuse. Komaeda knows his body well, but Hiyori had hoped that he would dismiss it as prior injuries. He tenses and shivers as Komaeda works his way down to his stomach, tilting his head back before tipping it down to appreciate the sight of his head so close to his pelvis, and we weren't trying to formulate a response. The butterfly bruise around his neck is the worst of it, but there's marks all over his body from how rough others had been and how difficult he made it.

He pulls at his boxers, starting to tug the waistband up a bit before deciding to pretend to simply be fixing it. His hand moves to his head, fingers tangling up in it as he kisses his belly button. He always takes such care to try not to be so rough as to hurt him, a far cry from how he's treated other partners, but then, none of them could satisfy him without him being able to build up to breaking down every last boundary. ]

I'm afraid I got into a bit of an altercation earlier... I hope you can forgive me for letting your body come to such harm.

[ Ah, the warmth of his breath and lips is so nice... ]

i know hate that for us actually, why do icons cost money!

[supporter]

E-every spot...

[ He repeats the words in a low mumble as he thinks on it, shivering as he feels warm breath against his cool skin. He's sensitive to touch and affection, but to receive it in such different circumstances is another matter entirely. It was a humiliating incident, and those responsible for it will regret it for the rest of their lives, and the sick feeling it leaves in his stomach is almost enough to keep him from agreeing.

He gasps as the attention moves to dick, back arching and hips shifting toward. His shoulders lift as he tries to keep himself together, but his body is already betraying him. He can normally stay quiet when he needs to, but his lips and tongue find just the right places to make his knees weak. He's whimpering by time the kisses are pressed around the outline, already growing hard again, quietly begging him to keep going. The warmth of his touch and even the look that he gives - his own face, but different than what he sees looking in the mirror.

If only he hadn't been so careless... He clears his throat before he nods in agreement. ]

It was just a few troublesome children... Your peers are still at the age where they haven't learned to take "no" for an answer when they should... I'm used to dealing with delinquents, but I was a bit slow on the draw...

[ Naturally they should take it for an answer every time, but those who are well connected and protected are particularly dangerous to toy with. There's been no hiding the fact that he's under the care of Sou Hiyori, and that should be enough to deter anyone capable of using their head. They should know better than to try with a person who can carry themselves with such confidence. ]

Hah... I suppose it was what you'd expect from a few children who feel slighted by someone smaller and weaker than them - pushing and shoving and pinning, the normal paltry attempts at bullying.

[ They were nothing compared to what a person who knows what real fear and hurt are. Slowly snapping the bones of fingers that touched him one by one, cutting out the tongue of someone's mouth before cauterizing the wound and leaving their mouth blistered in the process, listening to screams and sobs and begging and apologies - ah, their voices were so irritating too - but disgusting trash like that would have no sympathy as they harmed others, so why should he show even a bit of pity? No, some lessons have to be taught the hard way, and they should consider themselves lucky to have had such a kind and patient teacher.

He shifts a little, trying to decide whether or continue. He's already said more than he should have... It's shameful to be so easily tempted. ]

please i need to see if i can get them switched over bc she ain't need them!

[supporter]

[ It embarrasses him to be so easily coaxed into more cooperative behavior. He should at least be able to maintain his pride in not admitting to how thoroughly his frail state had been taken advantage of, but every pleasure center in his brain lights up as he looks down to lock eyes with Komaeda as he drags his tongue along his dick. That little bit is enough to draw a shameful moan out of him. This body is far more sensitive than he's used to, and every little thing stands out when he's so sore.

It's what he gets for pushing his luck, but sex is ever the drug that he uses for a momentary relief, and Komaeda's body takes each hit splendidly while his mind knows exactly the right way to administer it. The look promises more, but Hiyori has the distinct sense that if he admits to the entire story that he'll pull himself away. It's not as though he resents that, as he would do the same himself for the same concern, but it's just one more insult added to the injury.

Those children are truly unlucky to have met Sou Hiyori. He'll need to ensure that the incident never occurred so that it doesn't cause his husband any trouble. ]

Hah... Ah... W-well, they seemed rather disappointed that I wouldn't do "anything for an Ultimate," though I had done my best to ensure that I wouldn't embarrass you until then.

[ Which is to say that he rejected that particular order. He doesn't care for the idea of listening to those beneath him, but he would endure that for the sake of playing the role properly. Perhaps a year ago he could have gone along with it, as they were cute enough, but marriage does so change a man; however much his husband may offer every piece off himself out to anyone who walks by with a title, Hiyori has never offered his body up to anyone in such a way as he does the boy making his erection all that much worse for the way he licks his lip.

Ah, would Komaeda have? He does follow any order given by an Ultimate. Perhaps Hiyori should tear out the eyes of anyone who dares to look at him from now on so that he never has to wonder. ]

Mm... I won't repeat the words, but tit wasn't anything worth noting at first. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how bullies function, kicking and hitting and pushing around, spitting in one's face, grabbing and dragging, and then.. Mmn... [ He shifts a little more, hesitant to add, but it won't take much more encouragement to get him to add the last piece, ] I-I believe the colloquial word is g-gangbang...

[ He struggles to get the last word out, stammering over it, and his face turning a vibrant shade of red. ]

NOT TODAY honestly i'm going to need them for him at this rate.

[supporter]

[ It's as he had thought. The kisses and licks that leave a stupid smile on his face despite the vile words he speaks end the moment he speaks the truth. Those were never anything more than a means of pulling it out of him... Ah, he should have gone slower, dragged it out as long as he could so that he could enjoy that sensation for a little while longer. There's no more hitching breath or pleading whimpers, but only the warm steam clinging to his exposed skin and the cool sensation of saliva drying. A warm hand joins it on his hip, and he truly does regret his actions.

How unfortunate. No matter how many times he rolls the dice, they continue to try and flip over to snake eyes on this issue. But that's no good; he'll reroll and reroll until he gets the results that he wants, flick them over with his finger to the appropriate side.

But even without Komaeda's concerns and tendency to deride himself, Hiyori's mood is already ruined. It pisses him off just to think about others believing they can treat him in such a way, it makes his blood boil that they can treat someone under the care of Sou Hiyori as though he were their plaything. He lifts his hands up, placing cool hands on warm cheeks and shushing him quietly. The uncomfortable feeling of his erection and the need to continue haven't quite subsided after being teased, but the more he hears the more he finds himself easing out of it. ]

There, there... There, there now... There's no need for that, now is there? Even playing the a roll diligently, I have a different air about me than Komaeda-kun, do I not? It's difficult to cover up confidence when passing as a person I so wish to see it in.

[ He brushes his thumbs against his cheek, leaning up to kiss him softly. He's pissed off, ah, he's so pissed off, but none of it is directed at the person in front of him... He is, perhaps, disappointed though, but he smoothly shifts into caring for the others. He can be flaky, whiny, and obnoxious, but he never fails there. ]

It's alright. I took care of it. It's the duty of adults to teach unruly children how to behave so they can grow up to be responsible adults... You see, the older you get, the less mistakes you can make... But, ah, I think I might die of shame for allowing myself to be so careless with Komaeda-kun's body...

[ He should have thrust that taser in someone's chest and turned it on the second he saw such worthless trash. ]

Oh, yes, I believe one of them planned on killing me... I must have upset them. But as you can see, I did prevent that much.

NOT HOW MANY WHINY FACES stopp he does, all he does is complain!!

[supporter]

[ The kiss on his forehead erodes the first layer of anger that's set his course for him. Komaeda's peers are a bit too old to be shown patience and understanding when acting in such a reprehensible manner, but it occurs to hi presently that Komaeda is a delicate child, despite how he acts, and one that Hiyori needs to handle with more care than he sometimes does. There's nothing more frightening than someone who's been ignored until now suddenly being seen as a threat. IBut if he erases the incident, then there will be no point in punishing them.

He whimpers as a warm hand rubs his thigh once more and gasps when it takes his dick in hand before moving up. He's not really horny anymore, this body doesn't crave sex in the way that his own does, but it's mental as much as physical. If he can take his next hit, then he doesn't have to acknowledge how tired he is, how much everything hurts, the poison in his heart. ]

It's not your fault... For your sake, I shall erase the incident from their memories. It'll be as though nothing ever happened, and you will need not carry the consequences of my actions...

[ It's a begrudging offer that doesn't hide his distaste for doing so, but it's unfair to ask the younger Ultimate to carry such a weight when he lacks Hiyori's presence. ]

You're right... I need to take care of myself and you, my beloved husband, and no others... So I'll put it out of my mind as well... And we need to continue if your mood has soured.

[ He places a hand on his cheek once more so that he can lean up to give him a brief kiss. They can shower together and curl up in bed together. He'll fall asleep first, but he could take comfort in doing so while under the covers and pressed up against a warm body. ]

STOPPP HE HAS PLENTY TO COMPLAIN ABOUT!! PLENTY!

[supporter]

[ He manages to slip out of his boxers before being dips down, and he find that he's not hard for long after the warm hand is removed from his dick. It's quite the difference, but he thinks no matter what such an unpleasant topic would kill the mood. He satisfies himself with the warmth of the body holding him and the splash water that coats his skin as he stumbles back before dipping into the water, creating splashes and overflow that create small waterfalls over the edge and large puddles on the floor. It can be cleaned up later though.

It's embarrassing to be seen like this, covered in fresh bruises that show the abuse he'd suffered and even the attempt on his life, but Komaeda is sensitive enough to avoid wounding his pride overmuch. The water is colder than he'd like, but it's not yet at the point of being unpleasant, easily remidied. He shakes his head as he sinks down into the water. ]

I can... Every touch laid upon me and word spoken... Ah, it irritates me just to think about it.

[ He detaches himself from Komaeda to pull the drain plug up, allowing the cool water to begin filtering out... It's a bit of a shame. He had wanted to take a nice bubble bath, but he supposes it should still be nice enough even diluted. He has probably has more lavender oil on him than the tub does. If he had his way, he would ensure every second of their lives was a living Hell. He would push them to the brink, but he would never quite let them pass it. But that will only mar the reputation of someone unfairly. Komaeda loves hope above all else, and in turn he loves those symbols of hope that attend Hope's Peak. He's not meant to be feared by them.

They share the same love, one that can be as kind or cruel as it needs to be, but when and where it shows itself are different. He turns back to Komaeda as he waits for the level to drop, kissing his cheek. ]

... But Komaeda-kun is an ally to hope, and he he can't be that if he's feared by those who represent it, can he? There's no point in punishing a person who doesn't understand what they've done wrong... I can satisfy myself with simply keeping a few reckless teenagers from making mistakes.

[ Which is all to say, that he'll let others handle them. It's a lighter touch than he would otherwise offer, and one that's far kinder than he tends to offer those who slight him. He pauses to push the drain down and turn the faucet, finding a temperature he likes before kissing his cheek once more. ]

And if I'm still wounded despite that, then I suppose you'll just have to kiss me all better. ♡

HIS BODY HURTS AND HE'S TIRED AND CRANKY AND PPL EMBARRASSED HIM!!!

[supporter]

[ His reassurance seems to have put him at ease. Good. He might not have been able to forgive them if they upset his cute husband so too, but the soft kisses remind him that he can afford to show a bit of mercy. It wouldn't do to ruin his record, and he owes him this kindness. After all, Komaeda has been his greatest and most important ally throughout all of this. Hiyori had wanted to draw the attention of certain people, and his going on about Ultimate Surgeon this and Ultimate Surgeon that so shortly after he learned what title he held had suited that purpose. It's only gotten worse since he spoke those words aloud; if a lesser person had done it their words might have disappeared like a drop of water in the ocean, but Sou Hiyori holds an impeccable pedigree, riches and fame, and a once in a lifetime talent of the sort that it baffles the mind that they hadn't found him.

It's been funny to watch the arguments and debates. If only any of them were sharp enough to unearth the truth hidden just out of view. That person would make his heart beat faster and knees buckle, and he'd shower them with adoring words and praise as he carved their heart right out of their chest, for such a person can only do undue harm to the world... For just a moment though, he would give them the purest and strongest love that anyone could give them.

When he recalls that, it makes it a little easier for him to set aside his frustration, settling back as he watches the water rising. ]

There's no need for you to blame yourself, Komaeda-kun. It's lucky that I have you to help me see it from a different view, is it not? They're in need of a guiding hand, and now they have one...

[ It does little to erode his frustration when he can't properly show them the consequence of their actions, but it's true enough. Such sickness must be stopped before it can spread. He nods in agreement of the lateral statement as he continues, ]

I've never liked men who are so unduly rough... How fortunate I am to have a partner who's always so gentle. ♡ That sounds wonderful... I'm sure I'll feel better after.

[ Despite the flirty one, he does mean it. He should take better care of his body, but he can already feel the exhaustion and aches starting to sink back in. The gel he put on and the bath should do well for that at least. ]

STOOOPPP HE'S A MARRIED MAN, HE DON'T WANT NO OTHER DICKS!!

[supporter]

That's right... You're all at a vulnerable age. If adults lose sight of you, then you'll inevitably fall into such a deep despair that none can save you.

[He's twenty-four now, only seven years their senior, but even that feels like a lifetime of a difference. He has no regrets about his actions, as they were just and shaped him into a brilliant individual that few can compare to, yet he's not so naive as to realize that he's already passed that threshold. It's unlikely that Komaeda would have fallen to despair without his interference, but he would have been locked into a far lonelier life. But perhaps that would have been better. They've both been getting soft. It's all so embarrassing, and he isn't quite certain how to vent that frustration now.

He's a horrible man, one who plays with his words and weasels out of things often enough, but he doesn't go back on his word. ]

Please forgive me for causing you such trouble...

[ He sinks down a little further as he pushes his knees up and spreads his legs as requested. He blinks slowly. It's a little difficult for him to focus, as the exhaustion of such a long day is beginning to settle in, but he recalls how agitated Komaeda had been earlier. It's odd enough to remain at the edges of his thoughts. He's far too kind, offering pieces of himself despite whatever it might be that bothered him so. ]

Komaeda-kun... You're a better judge of character than most. Have you noticed anything odd about your peers? Even compared to most, your classmates seem to be standing on a shaky foundation. It does concern me.

[ He might not care for the place or many of the students, but he's not so stupid as to miss how much could go awry if even one of them was misled. As narrow as their talents are, they're still dangerous. They're in need of someone who can utilize him properly, and seeing that school once more has reminded him of it. ]

Tsumiki-chan for example... I had hoped that Namida-san would take her under her wing, and I believe she intends to, but I fear that she'll struggle if no one does so.

[ Shouldn't that be Tsumiki-san? Anyway. ]