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( 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? )

[ I had to pull up the thread to see why Rokkun was bleeding in the first place and he'd cut his thumb on that hope fragment which is actually also going to be bloody when Komaeda holds it up for all to see.

Rokkun picks up Komaeda's hand before he scrapes his fingers to a stump, stop that. ]

You can find me in the art club room after classes on school days, Kogamo. I won't be around as much the month after next, though.

[ This second part he says a little louder, meant for both npckun and Komaeda to hear, and Amami can eavesdrop if he has to. Maybe he can get surgery in November and I don't have to play him for a month or two ]

( how you will be escaping the horny teenage boy with destructive impulses one way or another. which is fine, really, but amami still looks pretty curious about that, because he absolutely assumed that second part was intended for him as well. why wouldn't it be? except he doesn't have the context for it, so it begs the natural question: )

You have plans, Arata-kun?

( he's ignoring komaeda waving his bloody everything around for now. rokkun's got that covered, probably, from the looks of things. )

( komaeda's actually upset! which this was meant to be something nice... it's like his hope is covered by rokkun's blood now... and that sends a shiver down his spine. now there's blood on all his things (especially the pocket tissue saihara gave him?!!?!?!? HE DIES NEXT MONTH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAA) so he snatches his hand away from rokkun as he looks at amami instead.

hmph! )

...

( frown, frown. )

[ Why is Amami speaking to him /: ]

...Yes.

[ ...

npckun looks up at him because ?? ??? what happened to happy family bonding? Rokkun wouldn't have elaborated otherwise ]

There's a metal rod in my leg I'm going to get removed, so I'll be out for a while.

Ahh, gotcha. ( he was there for the initial injury so, yeah, he gets it. )

Speedy recovery and all that. Hopefully you shouldn't be out too long, if all goes well.

( maybe rokkun should be the one writing letters for kamo-kun while he's away. could set akki up as their delivery boy. amami trails off here, because he's really thinking about it. at the least, they can send some get well gifts to rokkun, right? )

( his entire attention is on amami right now, turned in his direction so no one can see his own face. their exchange makes komaeda's eyes widen for a moment until his expression softens when he hears the reason. he's getting that looked at? he knows he can't frown about it, they already had a conversation where hope is born from despair, and situations like that apply.

...

that he shouldn't feel responsible, and so he won't, but komaeda does what komaeda desires.

it's for the moment though, because his brain takes a minute to buffer so that it understands that despite he's going in for that, if it's a month or so... that's a good thing, they'll fix him, help him. anyway, he can't talk when an ultimate is talking so he just wheezes a little, happily. )

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