yogen | npc contact.2

[ Komaeda will find the bottle caught on the branches of a bush, thin and springy enough that it had slowed and stopped the fall without any damage. Rokkun has half a mind to follow Komaeda and ask what the hell that was, but when Komaeda speaks up, Rokkun glances up as well, at Amami who is sitting instead of lying down, who looks like he's talking to somebody Rokkun can't hear for the wind.

And maybe that's just as well, so he can't hear the shopkeeper muffling a sob with their hands, who leans against Amami with shoulders shaking under his touch. ]

It's Aniki... What- what do I do...?

( "interrupting" you're ditching him! you're abandoning him on a 2-person plan here! komaeda's dumb ass cares more about his stupid bottle than kamo-kun, and amami's shooting a very unhappy look in the direction of that voice for a moment. not... that he can actually focus on it for long though, as the sound of a soft, muffled sob brings his attention back to what's really important here.

his voice is soft and gentle, actions following suit as he rubs slow circles on their back in an effort to reassure them of his presence. )

Hey, it's alright... Take some deep breaths, I'm here with you.

( a pause, and sorry rokkun, you're gonna need to wait a minute. amami needs to check something. )

What are you afraid will happen?

( STOPPPP KOMAEDA CAN LITERALLY FEEL ULTIMATES, okay so he stops like at the start of the steps, and he quickly turns around to come back. )

Just kidding...

( ugh he's sorry amami-kun, he just doesn't want anyone touching the poison, you know how stupid people are here. aside from that, he's going to look towards where rokkun stands, but he can also go up there to check on npckun himself.

... decisions, decisions. )

Rokkun, I promised something a long time ago. I need you to make it happen...

( he says very softly, and he makes a hand motion for the other to come closer. )

...that he'll look at me like I'm a stranger.

[ Because he's somebody they've idolized nearly their entire life, that even if they don't remember his face as clearly as they're like, he still feels so familiar, no matter how his face had matured or voice had deepened between middle school and high school.

But it's not the same the other way around. And nothing shatters the heart more thoroughly like a cherished person not knowing who you are. ]

[ In the meanwhile, Rokkun's just sort of ??? because how is he supposed to know what Komaeda promised somebody else a long time ago. It's not quite trust, but he trusts Komaeda always has his reasons, and that's what brings him forward, a glance at Komaeda, and goes to pull himself up above the stairs. ]

( something in his expression, it softens immediately hearing a fear like that. something so simple, but also, something honest and meaningful in its own way. there's a sound behind him, and with a glance over his shoulder, amami sees some hands on the edge of their little structure like someone else is about to make their way up... hm. )

Sorry, can you give us another minute?

( it's temporary, but... hopefully it should be fine. it's for both of their sakes after all, so he lifts his voice to make sure it reaches over there, shifting some so that he's blocking the line of sight between rokkun and kamo-kun. returning his attention to kamo-kun, he reaches down to try and brush away a few of those tears staining their soft mochi cheeks, tries to offer a smile, something warm and genuine and maybe a little bit relieved too — an attempt to encourage them to feel the same. after all... )

Do you think that's how he looked at you earlier...?

( it's asked in a gentle voice, even though he's pretty sure he already knows the answer. but even if they weren't looking at rokkun themselves, he'll tilt his head a little, meet their eyes with that same smile. )

That's not the impression that I got.

( if rokkun isn't listening, komaeda sure is when he hears amami's words, and why are ultimates like him so kind? of course, he's going to add to that, hooking his fingers to the male's jeans, pulling him down (and he better come down if he doesn't want to be pants'd) because that's what's going to happen.

he'll keep his voice low though as he tries to bring rokkun back. )

It wasn't too long ago... they told me the first thing they wanted to do once we found you...

( and komaeda's going to crawl like a beetle on rokkun's back so he can also be carried up top, you think his weak ass wants to do all of this? no. but that doesn't stop him from wrapping his arms around the male's waist and settling his chin on his shoulder so he can whisper in his ear. )

A group hug... I believe that was part of their hope... And I'm a firm believer... so make it happen, okay?

( NOW carry him up, it's what he promised! )

[ Another minute is asking a lot of Rokkun, who might have ignored that request if Komaeda didn't try to pants him and then added extra weight on his back. A group hug... that's going to include Amami and he looks Unsure about that.

Because a group hug isn't the first thing he wants to do. He doesn't want to share.

The hesitation is on the shopkeeper's side too, because they don't know what to think, because earlier, when they had run into each other in the elevator... They were too scared to look at Rokuro at all, smiling, talking, looking at everybody else but him— that must have hurt, they think, when somebody you recognize won't even look at you, but...

They worry at their bottom lip, trying to draw confidence from Amami's smile, his voice, his touch.

...

Their hands clench into fists, nails dragging on the concrete. and then they suddenly bolt upright, scrambling to their feet. ]

The sun's rising! You guys hurry up!

( oh, good. it looks like that helped, if only a little, and he grins big as kamo-kun gathers up their courage and calls the others over. let him move over some too make some room for everyone up here, did they bring the inarizushi with them? he glances around, looking for it while the others make their way. )

( he'll climb up with or without rokkun's crippled ass, but he makes it up there to sit next to amami (which makes him uncomfortable because he shouldn't be this close to an ultimate), which puts rokkun on a side between him and npckun, and npckun between rokkun and amami — seems perfect that way, actually.

i was about to write komaeda scratches at his neck a little nervous, but then i remembered what's there, so instead he'll scratch through his hair. he doesn't say anything, but he crosses his legs with a smile as he looks at the concrete. gang is all here! )

Can we really be invited? You're so kind to us, P-kun!

[ It's still hard to look at any of them, and they worry at their bottom lip as they sit down, the sunrise a perfect excuse for them to watch Aniki haul himself up in their periphery, gaze darting straight forward again when they hear him sit, feel his warmth against their arm, and make the mistake of looking back over at him.

Because Aniki is looking back, ignoring the sunrise to look at this one instead: bright, warm, full of color. Because he smiles at them, slightly disbelieving but fond, and they don't understand why it hurts, how it can feel like breaking and becoming whole at the same time, why they feel like crying when he breaks Komaeda's promise, their wish, and wraps his arms around them instead.

It's the sort of hug that starts with a squeeze before relaxing to something more comfortable. It's one with a hand behind their head, holding them close enough to hear his heart beat. It's one with no intention of ever letting go, and their hands find the back of his shirt, fingers curling and holding tight, because they won't either. ]

( honestly, maybe they shouldn't be here for this kind of moment, but... amami's kind of glad that they are. not only so that he could help kamo-kun gather that courage they needed to face him, but because that warmth in rokkun's eyes — the affection, and the way kamo-kun clings to him like a lifeline. there's something that catches in his heart, too.

looking to komaeda, there's a broad smile stretched across his features, a little bittersweet but warm all the same as he gives a sigh. )

Ah, I'm kind of jealous.

( but it's fine, they deserve their moment. amami's gonna point at the box of inarizushi he made instead, since he's probably located it by now. )

You want some breakfast?

( watching is... difficult, but he'll say this is a stroke of good luck because this is what they've both always wanted — equal on both sides, yearned for that familial touch, and komaeda accepts that. unlike amami who smiles, his own is non existent for the moment, and he hopes that he isn't ruining the mood. thoughts like "are you happy?" go through his mind, genuine enough, until he turns his head to amami at the sound of his voice, but he doesn't realize he himself is smiling albeit small. )

M-Me?

( like he's shocked he's even hearing this, but out the corner of his eye as he watches them have their moment... he can forgive the broken promise, but he can't forgive himself for taking their food. )

Well... I'm not really —

( and his stomach growls... maybe he shouldn't have stayed at the nurse's office the entire time, and actually got him something good. ) Aside from that, if you're jealous... do you want to hug me?

[ ...npckun turns around and leans over, still not letting go of Rokkun, but, like, ]

I want both.

[ Their wish IS going to come true, even if they have to make it happen themselves. ]

( "both" is kind of vague, so amami's just going to go ahead and assume that means breakfast and komaeda's hug.

he gives a little nod to kamo-kun and rokkun here, still holding komaeda's gaze. c'mon, time for you to join in. )

Looks like someone else wants to take you up on that offer.

...

( he watches the other, listening to him as he learns where his hug should go. quick, his lips turn upwards into a wider smile as he throws himself over into the hug, rubbing his cheek into whoever is close enough to recieve that little affection, and then...

he reaches out to amami's sleeve to pull him, tugging...

him, too. )

[ Group hug is going to be npckun looping their arm with Rokkun's which is a much of a hug he'll participate in while they reach for both Komaeda and Amami and try to hold them both in their arms at the same time, it's less of a hug and more squashing them two together ]

( ohhh no, him too? he doesn't expect it at first, but he's hardly gonna deny them when their cheeks may very well be damp still. it's fine though, because amami knows how group hugs work, and he's happy to wrap an arm around kamo-kun and komaeda each. it's a group huddle? they're huddling. as long as this is what kamo-kun wants, and he's not intruding too bad, amami'll go along with it. )

( you know he didn't expect a messy hug like this, but he will use one hand to pat rokkun's back because he's done good, this isn't how things were supposed to go, but long as everyone seems happy. just dudes giving hugs and all that, and with his other arm.... he'll wrap it around amami very unsurely because should he even be touching an ultimate like this...

oh... he feels bad.

and then his stomach growls.

...

...

so he hugs tighter, don't say anything to him. )

[ Oh, he's getting a pity back pat and Rokkun tries to remove his arm from npckun's grip so they can give those two a better, less awkward hug, but they're having none of it.

No food. Hugs only. You can have breakfast in 48 minutes. ]

( oh, 48 minute hug, that works. but hm... a glance out of the corner of his eye, and softly— )

Kamo-kun, we're gonna miss the sunrise...

( weren't they just looking forward to this!? )

Oh... the sunrise?

( he's going to try and tickle npckun's sides to try and get them to let go, sometimes you must be evil... )

Did you want to watch with them, Rokkun? It'd be nice, I'm sure.

The sun rises every day.

[ But it's not every day that they get everybody there with them, all at once in the same place. Rokkun looks like he doesn't even want to breathe the same air as Amami, pressing his face against the top of npckun's head instead.

The tickling does get them to squirm and let go, though, attaching themselves to their brother's side, away from Komaeda's hands.

...

Sunrises really aren't all that impressive. There's this very specific shade of blue that they wait for, dusty with hints of purple, and then all too quickly it becomes day and it's warm and bright and they feel like they can breathe again. ]

And we'll be here every day too.

( that doesn't make it any less worth the time — neither the sunrise, nor their company.

but his smile is warm and fond as he leans back, letting them enjoy their brother's company in the meantime. though, a moment later, he does seem to consider what he said. looks a little sheepish about it. )

Ah, well — Arata-kun, I don't think he usually comes by on Sundays, but maybe you can convince him to drop by now and then.

( once they're out of his reach, komaeda will take his hands back because npckun is no fun! what's wrong with tickling, but he'll accept it, and instead sit down properly and look off to the side.

he'll dig into his pockets to pull out his hope fragments because that's important to hold up to the sky to see how it shines because of the sunrise, and it sparkles like the sea. next, he takes out his pocket tissue to hold to his cheek next, but... he notices dried blood on it which causes him to stop everything.

he's blocking out all sound for the moment, focused on it, and it only takes a moment to think of how this could have happened... where... and he looks at rokkun, but since this is npckun's moment komaeda will NOT ruin it, he willnotruinithewillnotruinithewillnotruinit.

so he settles his organic hand on the rock pavement, and drags his nail-less fingers against the ground like he wants them to bleed... sometimes pain makes you hold back, you know? )

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