[Komaeda knowing where he lives so to speak is definitely one of the many thorns at the back of Shin's mind, a little more prominent when interacting with him. He's two steps past the doors when he hears the shout and reflexively twists around, shoulders jolting up without his input at the cheerful call and:
The world warps and spins in a familiar way, the dizzy vertigo that usually has him leaning against something until it's gone. It's dark and cold, so cold, breath coming out in puffs and coming in in knives and involuntarily shivering already setting in. He's never actually... left the bounds of the "school" and it's so much colder. His hand closes without really thinking about it on the tiny lingering warmth of the lighter in his pocket, hunching into his scarf.]
K-komaeda... ahaha. Y-you're... p-pretty hard to forget.
[So hard to forget the memories cling like burrs. He takes one step back, and then another. He's actually being chased... Is Komaeda intending to kill him here, for all that? They'd... no one would know, there'd be no evidence, no time for it, he'd just be dead... it's worse than the crawlspace. He takes another step and then just... starts running for the unfamiliar-looking dorms, pretense thrown aside, because Komaeda's between him and the school where he knows there's mirrors.]
on frequencies impossible for the human ear to hear
The world warps and spins in a familiar way, the dizzy vertigo that usually has him leaning against something until it's gone. It's dark and cold, so cold, breath coming out in puffs and coming in in knives and involuntarily shivering already setting in. He's never actually... left the bounds of the "school" and it's so much colder. His hand closes without really thinking about it on the tiny lingering warmth of the lighter in his pocket, hunching into his scarf.]
K-komaeda... ahaha. Y-you're... p-pretty hard to forget.
[So hard to forget the memories cling like burrs. He takes one step back, and then another. He's actually being chased... Is Komaeda intending to kill him here, for all that? They'd... no one would know, there'd be no evidence, no time for it, he'd just be dead... it's worse than the crawlspace. He takes another step and then just... starts running for the unfamiliar-looking dorms, pretense thrown aside, because Komaeda's between him and the school where he knows there's mirrors.]