( why is he committed to such trivial things — little matters that mean nothing anymore when it was all just a virtual world in the end? he knows that hinata can become fixated on certain things if he puts his entire energy on it, but komaeda wonders does he ever get tired? he wasn't like this the last time he saw him — no, it was like a simple understanding, an agreement between the two and komaeda showing how grateful he was to him. now, that wall from before has been built back up — he wouldn't say its ever been entirely taken down when komaeda has his own difficulties too, but there were a few holes in what stood in their way. he may have not been able to see him for who he was fully, but with the open cracks within their walls — he knew hinata was there.
he can't say hinata now is the same as hinata then, but he's always been the type to forget. it might be something he's cursed with, and to be someone with luck that overwhelms his own — )
Well... I don't feel any remorse. ( that little frown of his slowly disappears, and he's smiling wide now that he's finally understood the joke. he'll let you have this one hinata, even if your eyes happen to be the same color, this must be one of those jokes. ) That's pretty harsh, painting me out as a trickster.. I told you before that I'm just lucky...
( was that the correct thing to say? nope, and he knows that. he doesn't take this seriously at all when he knows the chef is just fine, everyone is practically fine.. yet hinata speaks as if he's entirely gone. komaeda misses the flush that dusts hinata's features — he's sooo lucky — as komaeda tries to draw together the information he's gaining from every word the other speaks. of course, he doesn't stay on the subject as his eyes finally lift from the ground to staring at the fliers posted on the wall, reading what words seem eligible. )
You too? I feel pretty disappointed in myself, and I'm surprised someone as clueless as you can feel an attachment here.. ( to call it an attachment because of what reason? because of some weird sensation that crawls up his spine from time to time, that hazy buzz that settles in his mind at certain intervals? well, he wouldn't say that aloud, and instead uses hinata's memory as an excuse, ah, talking about "remember"! ) Aha! I'm glad you can remember something for once, though. Should I give you a pat on the back? ( but he should remember everything, right? that he's a pathetic, but special reserve course student who was too focused on the main students of the academy. )
sdr2/.5 spoilers, is it really your heaven? or your world? this is yama's world and i'm living in it
( why is he committed to such trivial things — little matters that mean nothing anymore when it was all just a virtual world in the end? he knows that hinata can become fixated on certain things if he puts his entire energy on it, but komaeda wonders does he ever get tired? he wasn't like this the last time he saw him — no, it was like a simple understanding, an agreement between the two and komaeda showing how grateful he was to him. now, that wall from before has been built back up — he wouldn't say its ever been entirely taken down when komaeda has his own difficulties too, but there were a few holes in what stood in their way. he may have not been able to see him for who he was fully, but with the open cracks within their walls — he knew hinata was there.
he can't say hinata now is the same as hinata then, but he's always been the type to forget. it might be something he's cursed with, and to be someone with luck that overwhelms his own — )
Well... I don't feel any remorse. ( that little frown of his slowly disappears, and he's smiling wide now that he's finally understood the joke. he'll let you have this one hinata, even if your eyes happen to be the same color, this must be one of those jokes. ) That's pretty harsh, painting me out as a trickster.. I told you before that I'm just lucky...
( was that the correct thing to say? nope, and he knows that. he doesn't take this seriously at all when he knows the chef is just fine, everyone is practically fine.. yet hinata speaks as if he's entirely gone. komaeda misses the flush that dusts hinata's features — he's sooo lucky — as komaeda tries to draw together the information he's gaining from every word the other speaks. of course, he doesn't stay on the subject as his eyes finally lift from the ground to staring at the fliers posted on the wall, reading what words seem eligible. )
You too? I feel pretty disappointed in myself, and I'm surprised someone as clueless as you can feel an attachment here.. ( to call it an attachment because of what reason? because of some weird sensation that crawls up his spine from time to time, that hazy buzz that settles in his mind at certain intervals? well, he wouldn't say that aloud, and instead uses hinata's memory as an excuse, ah, talking about "remember"! ) Aha! I'm glad you can remember something for once, though. Should I give you a pat on the back? ( but he should remember everything, right? that he's a pathetic, but special reserve course student who was too focused on the main students of the academy. )