( 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]

[ He loves sickly and broken things. Objects and codes and humans are all the same, they're all broken down by his hands and built up anew by his visions. He makes them into something better than they were before moving onto the next thing without stopping. If he were to cure Komaeda, her would allow him to move on in his own time; he would realize that he can find his own happiness without him. He'll be left unfilled by his death, a dark stain on his record, but it's just one more snapshot in time.

The TV drones on in this background, but he barely hears it. They haven't found the right distance yet, and so he can make frivolous wishes for this and that. ]

My wishes are far and few between, and I grant them by my own efforts...

[ He murmurs. Komaeda is cool and Hiyori is warm. It's difficult to move his other arm, but he manages to reach over to grab a blanket and pull it over their laps so that they can rest more comfortably. He nuzzles against him, kissing his temple, and as he looks at him it's difficult to imagine what something genuine might be. His love is always genuine, earnest and kind, yet false and with an uncrossable gap between him and the recipient. ]

We'll see all of that and more... We can make dreams into reality...

[ He leans his head against the other's. It's comfortable here, and it's easier to rest wit the other by him. He finds himself dozing as he adds, ]

I'll make more time for you...