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player event: fundraiser
dorm fundraiser log
Just for the weekend, the classrooms 3-A and 3-B have been transformed into a host club and a maid cafe, respectively. The students are free to come and go as they please, as well as bring their parents, siblings and whoever else to come help raise funds for the dorms. The promotional poster hangs on the wall between the classrooms, its' artist unknown and left uncredited.
CLASSROOM 3-A
Aka the temporary home of a maid cafe. Decorated mostly in golds and blues, just for today, the students can indulge the illusion of being a Master and having some semblance of control in their lives.
The cafe serves coffee, tea, placebo love potions that taste like strawberry soda, omurice donated by the cooking club with an option to request a message written in ketchup, and a variety of sweets, including baked goods prepared by the transfer students. Some of our cute maids include Kaede, Nene, Natsume, Noah, and, for a very brief time, Rika — though she quickly leaves to tend to the love spell booth. A little far off from that happens to be the kissing booth, ran by Subaru and Komaeda, as well as the charm-selling booth ran by Natsume. Any treats the students offered up for sale will be displayed on a makeshift menu written down on the chalkboard, with slightly-exaggerated prices, because this is a fundraiser and we can't have people skimp out.
CLASSROOM 3-B
Next up, the host club, with Lucifer, Sara, Hinata, Komaeda, Hajun, Gundham and Subaru working in shifts to appease the picky tastes of any students who feel like becoming a refined Ojou-sama.
Just like the Maid cafe, the Host club offers a variety of foods donated by the students, with an additional option to order an alcohol-less champagne, which is really just bubbly soda served in a champagne glass. But, you know, for the realism... A bit further into the classroom, you'll find Gundham's cartomancy booth, as well as Shuichi's lost & found booth. You're free to request as many hosts as you want for the occasion, and make them drink as much of the bubbly soda as you wish, all for a price, of course — and if someone's stomach starts to hurt, well... that's why they take turns!
HALLWAY
The festivities take part long before you enter either classroom, however...
Outside, you can find little Turing, who's all dressed up and eager to help and provide information about the boths, as well as our lovely Elizabeth, who, on top of making snow cones with her very fearsome persona, is offering quick-and-easy introductions for each maid and host, to make your choice that much simpler! Simply name whoever you're interested in, and you'll get to hear a witty line about them:
Nene"A cute girl with a smile that's sure to heal your heart! The Sheep Among The Wolves, Nene Yashiro!"Kaede"There's no one better for a motherly, guiding touch! Our Lady of Passion, Kaede Akamatsu!"Natsume"Boys in skirts is certainly a bold choice for the year we're in, but if you can make it work... The Double-Crossing Crossdresser, Natsume Sakasaki!"Noah"Young but wise in the ways of love, this quiet boy offers an experience like no other! The Epitome of a Youthful Spring, Noah Ebalon!"Lucifer"Get lucky and you might just see his morning star rise! The Virtue of Patience, Lucifer!"Sara"She's serious and seriously not playing! The Hands-On Detective, Sara Chidouin!"Komaeda"The skin of a killer glitters with the light of hope! Despair's Friendly Foe, Nagito Komaeda!"Hinata"Even most normal-looking boys have something to offer! The Stand-Out Everyman, Hinata Hajime!"Hajun"You can't trust a man with looks this good, can you? The Octopus Trap of the Heart, Hajun Yeon!"Gundham"He's a friend to all things, living or dead! Yogen's Catastroprince of Ice, Gundham Tanaka!"Subaru"If you're feeling a little lonely tonight, why not make a wish on the first star you see? The Sparkling Knight of the Night Sky, Subaru Akehoshi!"
Well? Have you decided yet?
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All the maids and hosts come equipped with one (1) pair of cat ears and a set of clothes prepared by the sewing club, if you don't have your own attire.
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All the background people who are helping with the organizational stuff, as well as cooking, cleaning, etc, can feel free to wear the cat ears, too!
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Feel free to mingle, join in as a volunteer host/maid late, get dragged in to do work, leave your posts, whatever else you feel like doing, tbh.
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Cause too much trouble for anyone, though, and Rika's gonna come bonk you with her sword. Or Liz with Thanatos, whoever's there first.
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Any complaints can be directed to our offcial organizer, Ishimaru Kiyotaka. Bless his heart.
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[He cuts himself off, face going pale at first, then increasingly red. What Komaeda's saying... That can't...
He's mocking me. He has to be. He hates me, so there's... There's no way...]
Why are you...
[Komaeda doesn't talk like this. Not to Hinata. Not to anybody. He does not have that level of confidence in himself, or speak that directly about his feelings or his wants.
So, it's just... some sort of prank. Has to be. Because Komaeda hates him, does not want to see him. Because he does not want him, would not want to be stuck in the presence of someone so "worthless". Because they're both boys, even though that feels like it scarily matters a lot less. Because if he has to acknowledge that sunny warmth he'd felt in his chest before everything went wrong, he won't be able to pretend it isn't real.
Hinata doesn't realize the notepad has slipped from his hands until it clatters to the table, startling him. His gaze darts up from it to Komaeda, flustered and uncertain.]
...Hey, this is a joke, right? Feeding me the kind of lines I should be saying to shove it in my face how bad at this I am? You made it clear before that you didn't want anything to do with me, the way I am now, s-so... [He doesn't know what to do with his hands, clenching helplessly in front of him, so he clasps them desperately together.] It's fine, okay? Go ahead and laugh if you want to. If it's what you want, I'll have to put up with it, so...
[So hurry up and stop making me feel like this, he thinks, trying not to think about the way his heart is beating too fast.]
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( foreign, unfamiliar, it doesn't make sense for komaeda to be this way. his way of flirting is too different from straight out admitting what he wants between himself and another. things like being valued, respected, it shouldn't be said this easily... yet, it comes out perfectly, almost like he deserved it.
he deserves nothing... )
Treating me like I'm no good for you... when you said yourself I know best, so why would you prefer anyone else? Do you know who you're rejecting?
( control, that's what he wants out of this situation as he tries to get his thoughts together, would the person he's searching for — his lover, his companion have no faith in themselves? especially when komaeda — the komaeda nagito — is speaking with them? the last thing he needs is someone to take a laughingstock of him, because he's doing this for himse —
wait, this isn't how things are supposed to go. telling hinata to stop speaking makes komaeda blink once, then twice like he's trying to snap himself out of his... power trip? he doesn't know what it is, but there's a sour taste that settles on his tongue as he glances down at the table in shock of himself. what is going on with him today... he's been acting rather strange today.
he thinks he's going to be sick, wait... wait... he has the urge just to bite his tongue off as a shudder runs down his spine, making him feel even more out of his element. the thought of finding someone to love him, and for him to love himself is so strong that he's finding difficulty of even being here. without warning, he drops his head on the table with a loud bang. it shakes whatever fancy glass cups are around, the plates trembling in fear.
it may look like he's suffering from rejection, but no, he's thinking about knocking himself out. )
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[Hinata just- moves, doesn't really think about it until after he's grabbing Komaeda by the jacket. To snap him out of it? To hold him back from getting hurt anymore than this?
He doesn't know. But he hates that it matters to him again, even if it's just for a moment, just for a little bit.]
Komaeda, did... Did something happen to you? [At first, he'd thought that Komaeda was just here to make fun of him; now Hinata can't help wondering if he might actually be sick.] If... you're not feeling well... I can walk you to the nurse's office.
[His heart isn't sinking. It isn't, because he'd known... known that it couldn't be true, so it shouldn't hurt him at all. Right?]
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( immediately he sits up, his finger pointing at hinata accusingly, besides, he's one of the many bachelors in komaeda's flavor of love episode. if he's to find the perfect match, they have to care for him in his entirety, no matter what's wrong with him... he understands that he's ill, that he's going to die soon — it's only a matter of time. hinata already knows that, but even then he still makes light of it, though... komaeda did as well, it shouldn't matter... he's going to die soon, anyway...
the counselor said that for himself, he wasn't going to die anytime soon like komaeda. )
To see me as unworthy of loving you, when I understand what you need, what you... really want?
( he lifts his head, pushing back a few gradient strands behind his ear. )
I asked for you... I wanted to see you, because I know what I want... why wouldn't I?
( ... )
Do you think that I'm that underserving?
( he is sick in the HEAD. )
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It's not that you're unworthy or undeserving, it's that before this you hated me!
[He doesn't let himself focus on Komaeda saying that he loves him, admitting to it for technically the second time. Can't, because if Komaeda is lying about that he really well break.
In the present moment, Hinata realizes how much he raised his voice, flinches as he looks back and forth quickly to see if he's disturbed anyone. Don't get upset. Hinata, don't get upset.
It's not because he doesn't want his eyes to burn, or anything.]
Before... You treated me like I was nothing to you. Like I didn't even deserve to exist. So how am I supposed to believe now...
[But even if Hinata doesn't want tears, it doesn't mean he can stop them from coming anyway. He's quick to scrub them away with the back of hand, hoping that's enough to make it not look obvious.]
If it's true... then say it again. Say it clearly. [His voice shakes, even as he looks Komaeda directly in the eye.] Tell me again that you called for me, because you wanted to see me.
[It's dangerous, to say these words when he can't understand what's happening in his heart.
But, he wants to hear it.
Even if it's just a pretty lie. Even if it ends up not being true, and only results in something to hurt himself with later.
He still wants to hear it.]
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the things komaeda wants, how he would achieve them, it probably wouldn't be like this — so sure of himself, but here hinata can have anything if he desires it. in turn, that attention and desire to be wanted that he looks for is basically coupled with komaeda's search of finding the person who loves him, and who he loves back while being sure of himself.
the brief moment their eyes make contact, komaeda manages to look to the side — but inside those pupils of his, those sickly, pale green... reside a pair of hearts in the center. whether hinata notices those or not within his blurry vision is up to you, but komaeda slowly gets to his feet, and he makes his way to close the distance between him and hinata. he leans against the table, the edge of it pressing into his leg. )
Why are you crying, Hinata-kun?
( things that hinata wants to know, things he wants to hear, and instead komaeda takes things into his own hands. he lifts one arm, placing a hand on the brunette's cheek, and slowly his thumb brushes away the tears. )
Are you not aware of how I only want the best of the best, if I ask for you, you come to me, if I want to see you, you make yourself known — you belong to me!
( that's right, because who wouldn't want to belong to him? he's the best person here. )
Bring us something to drink, but return to me immediately, I don't want you to miss any second of being in my presence.
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Just like he changed when he came out of the Final Dead Room.
It doesn't take away the fact that it feels comforting, and Hinata hates himself for thinking that.]
I... I must be dreaming. [Hinata laughs, humorless and hysterical, as he pushes a hand through his hair as he talks mostly to himself and grips tightly.] I'm going crazy. That's the only explanation for it, right?
[Things he wants to hear- but they're wrong, warped, hitting wrong even as they hit right. Cared about, but owned? One makes his heart warm while the other makes his skin feel far too tight.
He doesn't acknowledge what Komaeda says with words, but- he nods, even though he understands nothing at all. Even though it feels like he's in agony.]
...Give me a second, then. [Voice barely above a whisper. He steps back from Komaeda, his hand, even though it makes something in him ache awfully to do it.] I'll be right back.
[The moment he's gone to the area with the drinks, Hinata grabs into the nearest surface, knuckles aching with how tight he's shaking, and breathes out shakily. He happens to catch a glimpse of himself in the reflection of some glass, and sees the tears tracking down his face. Silently crying, still; probably did on the entire walk over here.
It's so much. To go from what they'd been through before to this, it's so, so much.
But Hinata has to do his job. He cannot fall apart, because Rika is counting on him and he promised. There will time to collapse when all is said and done.
He lets his breathing even out before he grabs two glasses of non-alcoholic champagne. taking his time in returning so he can make sure he's collected. When he makes it back, Hinata's voice is quiet, subdued as he makes his presence known again.]
Sorry for the wait.
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his brows furrow together, watching as he leaves, a little stressed that even a second away from him feels like a lifetime. when he handcuffed rika to himself, their time together felt to be an eternity, one he could happily cherish. he's over her now, btw. he learned his lesson. )
...
( upon hinata's return, he'll find that komaeda was patiently waiting with a mirror in hand, his other lifted to push back gradient locks of hair behind his ear. he winks at himself, tongue slowly brushing along his bottom of his lip to wet them, before his gaze swiftly leaves from himself to catch hinata. he notices the two beverages — which... did he ask for two? he doesn't remember. memory troubles are something that plague him, especially when he's caught up in the moment. )
Why did you take so long? You've missed so many precious seconds of my time! I actually can't stand it...
( he sighs, putting away the mirror as he lifts one hand, biting down on the tip of a glove that he's been wearing to slowly pull it off, but then he stops halfway. he blinks, holding out that same hand. )
Put those down and finish this for me, make up all those wasted seconds that you were apart from my benevolence...
( it's an order, one that he states clearly as he lifts one leg to cross his other. there's some sort of control here, but that's because he's actually feeling like he's worth something, and everyone else around him has to work for his love, even though he swears the people he chooses are already madly in love with him. )
I want you wrapped around my finger, so come on, do as I say.
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...Sorry.
[It's... intimidating, listening to him talk like this. Unnerves him, the way Togami had talked to them before they all really got to know him (or at least, know him as much as they could).
He knows this can't be right. That he shouldn't accept any part of this. Isn't it wrong... to want to hear any of it at all?]
Finish... what? [He grits his teeth, even though he's almost sure of what Komaeda is going to say if he asks.] Pulling your glove off?
[He places the drinks down, a little unsteadily.
He doesn't want to do this.
Not like this.
But... he still has to for the host club. It's still his responsibility, regardless of his own feelings... Isn't it?]
If... it's what you want. [He takes a step closer, hand hovering uncertainly.] Then for as long as you're here... I have to.
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...
( he closes his eyes, figuring out what works he has to say, and for a moment — his eyes die in color, returning to their usual sickly, pale green, and there's an anxious expression visible on his face with the way he bites down on his lip. as he does that, he glances at his hand, staring at his ring finger, recalling the specific gift that hinata would give to him — and if komaeda's hand had anything to do with being the focus point, it'd be that. it's only for a moment like he's reflecting on what he's done, but as he blinks, those hearts make home in the center, and his mixed feelings die for something stronger. )
You have to because... you love me?
( he tries to make it a statement, and sadly it's like he's fact checking his delusions, wondering if his choice in partner is correct — none of them have been so far, and the possibility of hinata also being a bust is high too. as if to inflate his own ego, to make sure that he's not wrong. )
Who wouldn't? So do it properly... you have to use your mouth.
( he noticed the way hinata's hand lifted, and that's not what he wants him to use. )
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He thinks of the love spells, and it finally, finally clicks in his head what must be wrong.
And Hinata's chest squeezes.
It's not the realization that some, if not all of this, isn't real - Hinata has been aware of that for most of this. It's that Komaeda broke through whatever this is for a moment to make such an expression... and that he felt the need to ask for one of the love spells in the first place. Too many options for what that might mean, and too much to hope for any of them-
Hinata stops himself. ...Hope for?
He doesn't. Does he?]
I- [He cuts himself off. Doesn't acknowledge the first part, the way he didn't acknowledge Komaeda's confession all that time ago, because it's too much to handle. Hinata shakes his head in the meantime.] People don't usually use their... mouths, you know? My hands would work just as well.
[Very lightly - haltingly, at first, because contact with Komaeda still brings back bad memories of that day - Hinata reaches out to rest his fingers on the back of Komaeda's wrist.]
Besides... I-isn't that too embarrassing for both of us, with everybody else in here?
[His face goes hot just thinking about it. Admittedly, most of the other hosts are probably going to be distracted by all of the people rushing to see them, but...]
i dozed halfway on this gtag im crying
( he's back to the "norm" at the moment, finding ways to motivate himself as hinata works closer, grabbing his wrist, but the contact is... enough for him to draw his arm away. at the moment, he was fine with the other touching him, but seeing him so unsure himself as if he can't do this around people has made komaeda decide that maybe he's not ready. maybe he's not the ideal he's been searching for — someone who's happy with him, someone's who's not embarrassed of him...
does anyone like that even exist? )
Unless you don't want to be seen with me then...
( he rests his hands on the table, crossing his arms to show that he's changed his mind. anything he was going for then is left behind, probably a relief to hinata's sanity, but that gains low points in komaeda's affection field while under the influence of the spell. the longer this goes on, the harder it is to feel as if he's wanted here, not that it's hinata's fault, but it's komaeda's for being so damn picky. unsure of who he wants or who it is that he wants to want him, or maybe it's just that unhealthy need to be loved by everyone? because he is someone that should be loved by the masses? being hated feels...
unfamiliar, or it should, but he feels it now.
he reaches for one of the drinks to pull to himself, and with the straw in hand, he slowly stirs and looks out among the sea of people trying to see if there's anyone else that might be happy to be in his company. )
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Not embarrassed of you, no. [Even if calling yourself "Ultimate Hope" is a new one, he thinks and doesn't say. Hinata isn't sure if he should be trying to break the spell or not, not when he doesn't know what the consequences of that might be.] Just of what other people think. But I always worry about that too much.
[Maybe he should've gone along with it anyway; Komaeda's embarrassing request that still makes his cheeks burn. Is it still in his job description to follow his guests' requests if they happen to be under the influence of a love spell?]
And you should know, right? How we've always followed each other around, regardless of what anyone else might think.
[It had never stopped him from seeking out Komaeda, or investigating together. Even when their classmates shot Hinata worried looks, he'd never let up even once.]
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right? )
Anyway, sit down, I want you to enjoy being with me.
( with his hand, he taps the table to encourage the action. he stares at the table trying to see what things they have for them to indulge in — his eyes scanning little plates of candy, fruits, and then his eyes fall on a few boxes of pocky. oh, maybe that'll work, he thinks, and he points to the various flavors. he's close to making hinata pick one, but there's a flavor that stands out among the rest, and he singles it out. )
Pass me that one.
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It plagues his mind - how much is Komaeda? Is there anything of him in there, or is it all whatever spell's been worked on him? That need to know is what keeps him here, trying to hold back things that he think will break the spell.
That, and... he still wants to hear the things that don't grate against his heart and mind, whether they're real or not. Selfish and hopeless.]
...I didn't know you liked Pocky. Thought it would be too sweet for you. [His eyes widen a little bit as he reads the label before passing it over. What the hell does "adult milk" taste like?] I've never tried this one before, though. Is it good?
[Something about it brings a smile to his face, even if it's one that's small and weak. He guesses even someone like Komaeda has a soft spot for certain sweets.]
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I haven't tried it either... so it'll be our first time together.
( he unfolds the box portion first, the smell of it wafting up to his nose through the plastic as he can tell how sweet it may be. he's guessing that it's not supposed to be as bad as regular pocky, but at the end of the day it's still sweet (kind of), and he can probably only do this once before feeling sick to his stomach. )
...
( as he snaps it open completely, he pulls out one, pointing the chocolate covered end in hinata's direction. )
Don't keep me waiting, open up...
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Something warm, nostalgic and bittersweet, washes over his heart. It's something that friends would do, a sentence they would share. If they'd met normally and not trapped in a Killing Game, if they'd hung out after school-
The thoughts are knocked out of his head by the pocky pointed in his direction.]
You're feeding it to me?!
[Hinata really, truly does not intend for his voice to pitch that high.]
I... Um... [He looks around briefly. Truthfully, Hinata would be just as nervous as he would be if he were feeding a guest, but there's nobody paying attention to them right now thankfully.] If... that's what you really want, then...
[It's fine, he thinks to himself as he shuts his eyes and opens his mouth. There's nothing weird about this. He's making things weird and embarrassing in his own head, so he'll just... let Komaeda feed him... and that'll be that.]
Mobile tagging at work kinda a struggle
( he's almost amazed at how dumb the other can be if he thinks komaeda is going to indulge like that. sure, his words may hurt for just a moment, but before hinata can react komaeda will slip the pocky between the male's lips. )
You'd be feeding *me* if anyone is to be fed around here.
( which is not a lie, hinata is the host after all. his other hand raises to lift up on hinata's chin so his mouth closes. once the treat is secure, he glances at the matcha flavor wondering if he should have grabbed that, he hums in thought as he looks back towards hinata. )
What does it taste like? ( he offered hinata the coated end, and the bread side belongs to komaeda. yet, he's curious of what it tastes like since his palate isn't the bed, and sweet things aren't his style. yet, if they were together, after school, because of komaeda's condition... maybe he would ask hinata to taste things for him so they could share it like normal friends. sadly, a world like that doesn't exist, they aren't normal — well, for now, hinata is. )