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yogen2022-02-02 03:44 am
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[semi-open] sixth truth bullet: future
Who: Hajime Hinata and YOU
What: A catch-all log for Hinata throughout the month! Closed things will added by request, open things for stuff outside of event top-levels
Where: Various
When: Both February (post-canon update) and January (pre-canon update)!
Warnings: threads that take place in February may contain spoilers for either Super Dangan Ronpa 2 and/or Dangan Ronpa 3; I'll mark threads from the start if I know they'll have spoilers, and will mark as soon as they pop up otherwise
Notes: (spoiler warning for the link) here is a quick overview of Hinata's whole deal right now and what's changed! you're welcome to opt out of playing with him or this aspect of him if you'd like on my opt-out, but I'll also have another post on his journal soon that will also probably need a lookover for both old and new cr (watch desum and this space)
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Yamadori for any plotting!
What: A catch-all log for Hinata throughout the month! Closed things will added by request, open things for stuff outside of event top-levels
Where: Various
When: Both February (post-canon update) and January (pre-canon update)!
Warnings: threads that take place in February may contain spoilers for either Super Dangan Ronpa 2 and/or Dangan Ronpa 3; I'll mark threads from the start if I know they'll have spoilers, and will mark as soon as they pop up otherwise
Notes: (spoiler warning for the link) here is a quick overview of Hinata's whole deal right now and what's changed! you're welcome to opt out of playing with him or this aspect of him if you'd like on my opt-out, but I'll also have another post on his journal soon that will also probably need a lookover for both old and new cr (watch desum and this space)
otherwise, feel free to hit me up at
[closed to Komaeda] 2/1, spoilers for sdr2 and dr3 part 1/2
Hinata Hajime falls asleep.
There might be a nightmare or two. He won't remember when it's all said and done.
Hinata Hajime sleeps... and then he Wakes Up-
There is sunlight painting the classroom and an obnoxious crick in his neck. Hinata is himself for a moment longer, straightening up with a groan. Then he's cursing and sitting up, remembering that he promised to meet Nanami after gardening club, and he must be late for both of those. He stands, still himself-]
2/2
of Kamukura Izuru
of Hinata Hajime
and they are one.
When he comes to, he's on the ground. His face is wet, and he doesn't know if it's sweat or tears. Either is possible. His head is full, it's so full, of talent and memories that this body can barely comprehend how to process.
It's why they had to perform the surgery on him, most likely. This normal body was never meant to contain these things, even on a purely mental level.
And he knows that, inherently, that this is only a mental shift - can feel innately how his body is just as ordinary as it was before. A little bit of strength and fitness, but nowhere near the amount he should have. Even as his mind and personality are in turmoil, it makes him crack a smile.
How interesting.
It's a lot to process, especially when his brain isn't as quick as it should be, and so he sits there for approximately twenty-six minutes working through all of it there on his classroom floor. Whether it was Fujioka or somebody else that convinced everyone to let him rest and leave him alone in here, he's grateful for it. Hinata doesn't think he could get through this part with prying eyes.
He runs through the emotions again, all of the pain and all of the happiness, the memories of being talentless and talent-full, of Enoshima's web as much as his own, of the simulation, of his precious classmates that are his now even if Hope's Peak would not have willed it to be so.
His chest aches thinking of them... but he has to also think of the ones that are, and he's on his feet before he even makes the conscious decision to stand. He needs to see them, now.
There's a desperate need to see Nanami - both of them, to hold their hands and know they're here. To say the things that he needs to say. But they aren't the ones he seeks out first, because he wants just a little bit longer to get himself in control. That, and... maybe it's just because he always wants to see this person. Had done everything to make sure he wouldn't lose him to the recesses of his own mind, because the thought of him never waking up had been just that unbearable.
Hinata picks a direction and walks - it doesn't matter where. He knows he'll find him, no matter where he is.
Because if it's luck, he has that too.
When Hinata finds the young man he's searching for, he'll look at him with an unreadable gaze. If one were to try and place an emotion, it might sadness. It might be solemnness.
There you are.]
Komaeda.
[I found you.
Feelings run through him in quick succession. Joy envy anger mourning grief guilt relief.
One more, that he doesn't want to put a name to, that grew and blossomed here. But... it probably never began in this place at all, did it?
He can feel his pulse is a little bit quickened, but he's controlled his outward response. His voice isn't a little deeper like it will be, but Komaeda may notice that there's a noticeable change in his tone and demeanor. It might feel familiar.]
There's... something we should talk about.
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he finds komaeda alone, recently entering a classroom where he's picked out two books — the library has been too noisy. it's a better place to be rather than a room where just anyone could exit and enter, talking as loudly as they want, but this may just as well be komaeda's unlucky day. if one luck trumps another luck, it's meant to be so because only the stronger version wins out; just like hope. weak vs. strong, despair vs. hope, weak hope vs. strong hope — it's like a circle of life, and that's how komaeda knows it as, and why he acts the way he do. no one here can trump his luck aside from naegi makoto — ultimate hope, himself, and he finds that he'll be unbothered.
that he'll remain with his fingers pinching the corner of the book he's about to read without someone interrupting him, that he'll stay to himself without pause, and be able to enjoy his time alone. or so he thought, there's something bothering him, a shiver that rolls down his spine, and he can hardly focus from how he feels. it's never been this intense, but it's not an uncomfortable feeling. instead it knocks the wind out from him, causing him to exhale, and he looks up from his book to search around the room.
before, the feeling was short-lived, he ha only been near it for so long — the moment he woke up, the acceptance of everyone being alive, and even as his spare arm was cut away from his body. as much as he wanted to indulge in that feeling, it was taken from him not too long after once he woke up here — he started with six tallies, he gained a seventh about a week later, and then his life was already written for him. this wasn't, though, as his eyes come to fall onto someone familiar at the door's entrance, blocking the way, but the feeling is incomparable to what he felt towards the person before.
he's meant to be an empty husk, someone that komaeda can overlook with ease, and move on knowing that what he does now will have meaning one day, somewhere that isn't here. there's no fright on his features, but his eyes widen for a moment as he knows that sitting in a chair keeps him in place, he's unable to run, but why would he? it's a complicated feeling in his heart that he finds himself speechless, but that's until he finds himself troubled. )
...? H-Huh? Is this a joke?
( am i dreaming? is what he wants to say, but it doesn't leave from his mouth, and instead, he's waiting for an answer, or he's waiting to wake up. the person before him is as familiar as can be, but there's an aura about him that makes komaeda know that as talent, and so he watches for it all to fade away before him because there's no way, it can't be? his eyes aren't two separate colors, so he knows his person isn't built for the intensity that comes from talent, that overwhelming power will break him down before he can handle it mentally and physically.
he waits for the dust, for this dream to crumble. )
What is this...?
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And then, slowly, he smiles. It's full of fondness.]
That's just like you, to figure it out before you're supposed to. Don't you know that spoils the surprise?
[He steps into the classroom, not as silently as he could have if his reflexes were sharp enough, but quieter than he would've been just yesterday. He stops, right in front of him.
His head hurts doing it, but he runs through what Komaeda must be thinking right now. Calculates the meaning of his wide eyes, that expression like he's trapped in place, and that notable way his always so eloquent words have left him. Komaeda has always been so sensitive to talent... he must be able to feel the difference, like a sixth sense. He may have been chosen for Luck, but the level at which he analyzes could rival even Enoshima.
Does Hinata feel... pride about that? Feeling proud of Komaeda's skills? How strange.]
If I wanted to... maybe I would've made you guess, just to keep you on your toes a little. But I'll let you off easy. I'll be direct, because that's what Hinata would do.
[If that isn't direct enough...
He lays his hand on Komaeda's arm. Lets his thumb brush over the spot where he knows skin and metal meet, the surgery that he performed with his own hands.]
I remember. I remember everything.
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every step komaeda finds himself unable to swallow, maybe it's because the situation in itself is the hardest pill to swallow. he doesn't know what to think, and he wouldn't call this a bad dream, but maybe something close to a beautiful nightmare. )
There's no need to pity me.
( if this is true, no matter the game, he'll play along just the same. as difficult as it can be, as much as it can hurt, komaeda is open to anything that the other can dish out all because he's forced his body to. he's forced himself to succumb to so much as removal of his arm, accepting despair by attaching it, and as fingers brush against where the skin and metal connects; a shiver rolls down his spine, but why is that?
it's a tingling sensation that makes his arm ache despite being phantom pains. he doesn't shift in his seat, nor does he run like usual, but instead he lifts his head to look up at him as he stares at his appearance. there's nothing visibly changed, but everything that comes from inside, those copious amount if talents that burns for being so close.
there's no possible way, but he shouldn't be shocked, rather he's thrilled, but it hurts to be. his nails scratch against the desk, eyes close because it's the same as looking directly into the sun. no human was meant to be so close or they'd burn to death, turn to asked.
he knows what that's like, but his legs feel so weak that he's unable unable get up, and so he remains in this desk as he tries to still his heart. )
Are you mine?
( if this is how things are, this one isn't his, right? from the appearance, he knows that he's not, and so there's still a discrepancy in their worlds which he's just like the boy of yesterday, but have came into tune with everything today. so it was bold to ask such a question, komaeda's laugh leaves from between his lips sheepishly. )
Sorry, sorry... That was pretty foolish of me to say. You're everyone's, you know that right? Because you remember...
( how much that equates to, komaeda doesn't know, but he feels if an opening is there that he'll take it. he has to know, he always will know, because when it comes to him, as if komaeda didn't gamble his life on hope.
he wants to know, especially when it's within his reach... when hope is right there next to him. )
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But there's no fear of breaking down, of falling apart.
Because this person always, at the end of it all, gives him peace. Even if he spent too long trying to ignore it.
I wasted so much time pushing you away. Young and foolish.]
Yes.
[His voice is quiet, soft even, as he pulls his hand away. With the other, he clasps the human hand that scratches at the desk to keep it from hurting the surface or itself. And for the much more selfish reason of wanting to hold it.
He looks Komaeda right in the eye, and in spite of the gentleness of the words he says next, it's like an electric current running through his body.]
I'm yours.
[The instant the words leave his mouth, he has to glance away as he brings his free hand to touch his cheek, feel the heat there. Goddamn it. The thought is all Hinata. Embarrassment. Fluster. Attraction. Chance of reducing reaction at 20% and lowering with passing milliseconds. Proximity to Komaeda Nagito too close to hide evidence.
Regrettable, at the same time that it fills him with a fragile delight. He glances back at Komaeda, smile a little self-deprecating. Even in humiliation, there's gratitude, because one day it'll be a battle with himself every day to feel what this so completely. For now, he can still be untarnished by nihilism.
Well... there's one thing, at least, that he won't have to fight for in that body that's reclaimed for Hinata Hajime.]
I'm yours as much as you're mine. [The chance of the heat leaving his face lowers again, but the seriousness on his face doesn't leave either. It's probably quite a sight; he wonders if Komaeda will enjoy the dichotomy of it as much as Hinata does.] Although with Nanami here as well... Both of them... You'll have to share just a little, if you don't mind.
[His mouth twitches up, brief but uncontrollable just from mentioning her, them. He imagines the pain in his eyes is just as easy to see as everything else is.]
My memories in this place were compromised last summer... but when I file through every encounter with you, I know. I can tell. Feel it, even if you never told Hinata as much. [His hand slides off of own his cheek, little and ring finger catching on his lips during the pass. Is it accidental, or calculated? He'll let Komaeda decide. There's no teasing in his voice with what follows, though - only the slightest edge of hesitance.] I know it might be... harder to believe, with my body like this. But I remember it all. I remember every first meeting I've ever had with you. From pointing a gun to your heart, to a conversation on a boat at the end of the world, to waking up to your gaze on a beach at the beginning of another. And if that's not enough... you can ask anything you like of me to confirm it for yourself until you're satisfied.