yogen | you shouldn't waste your time with a loser like me

Who: Nagito Komaeda (raffle) and Shuichi Saihara (unsurely)
When: April 27, midnight.
What: Plot clue — "State of existence," just say Komaeda's "state of crazy" and he's Saihara's problem now.
Warnings: Komaeda being Komaeda.

( komaeda doesn't really sleep properly like he should, and most nights consist of him moving here or there without warning — sitting still just isn't him, especially when he has to work unlike the others. some rest during this time, but komaeda's too obsessed with hope to let his nights slip him by, especially when it's going to be a quiet one yet again. he wonders, "what can i do now," to help push his fellow classmates so they continue making a hope that'll overcome any problem that they face. that's how his nights typically go alone, left to his thoughts and ideas they may get him somewhere or just leave him for dead. he doesn't care the consequences, really. he can hear the footfalls of his own steps as he passes through the hallway, and his eyes stay to the floor, staring at his own shadow crafted by the light of the moon outside the window.

and soon all sound should wash away and leave him to his thoughts, or that's what he thought as he's met with a sudden noise that makes his eyes widen. it's unfamiliar at this time, and he's been here for almost a month and hasn't heard anything akin to it. it's sharp in his ears, causing him to raise his hands to cover one to see if he's imagining things — yet, the sound echoes loud. between the recently earned tally within the day and this, it all leads back to one thing...

he's unsure, though, such a change in ambience from one mood to another reminds him a lot like before on the island at the start, so he has his reservations. he's quick to glare in direction of the windows before his face softens, and he glances at the various doors he's walking by — people have to be up if they hear this. it's the first one he decides to enter, rather lucky of him as he peeks in to see who inhabits it and there's a surprise waiting for him inside. he blinks once, then twice as the sound continues to roar above him as he remains where he stands, canting his head to the side confused. to see saihara asleep with this much noise is quite odd, so komaeda wonders if he's a heavy sleeper — from his appearance and the way he acts, he wouldn't think so. if not that, what he does appear to be is comfortable with his blanket draped along his shoulders and his head resting in his arms on the desk. komaeda watches from the door for a moment, wondering if he has any right here, but he pushes those thoughts away as he moves forward.

out of everyone he finds alone, it happens to be saihara shuichi, the ultimate detective and that thought is enough to make him smile, obsessively so. it's short-lived as he manages to walk towards his sleeping body, and with another desk positioned in front of him, komaeda pushes it back (the sound of it scraping along the floor) so that he can properly squat down in front of the ultimate. the length of his fingers hang onto the side of the desk that he's on, and his chin rests along the surface. his hand slowly reach out in his curiosity, wondering how someone could sleep during a raging storm — it sounds heavy, and the random pangs of thunder echoes within the classroom as well that could wake anyone. every time komaeda attempts to inch his hands closer to saihara's head, his hands freeze at every loud sound. is this... a sign of bad luck? being near him?

he doesn't know at the moment as he watches the youth's sleeping form, his eyes trained on his face just to see if he'll stir or not anytime soon. next, it's with cold, organic fingers that komaeda pinches at a few locks of hair that rest along saihara's forehead, admiring the texture for a moment as he rubs them between. )

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( did he go pass saihara's line of comfort, it appears so from what he's saying, and he's right about one thing — this is him not being mindful, doing something so vulgar in hopes to help. it's small though, nothing significant he thinks, besides, komaeda would lick his shoe if he asked. it sends a shiver down his spine, he's too excited to actually think properly after being able to lick his fingers. of course, komaeda let's him go immediately.

it was wrong of him, unsightly probably, but that's all komaeda's good for, cleaning up messes, causing messes... and here, he's done the same thing just by existing. despite those negative feelings about himself, he seems to be in good spirits about it at least... and even though his arm pains him to move, he can't help but wrap his arms around himself. he takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down, his eyes downcast on the desk before him until he remembers... the pda.

he can hear saihara loud and clear, but the youth can't hear him so it doesn't matter to exchange conversation this way. he speaks aloud though, hearing his own voice during the storm does sound like the perfect time for trouble, you know? )

I'm sorry... I just want to be of use to you in someway...

( he releases himself in hopes that he has finally calmed down, but that's not the case — instead, he notices the desk between them. he stands up with little to no effort unlike saihara, and komaeda lifts his knee up so that he can attempt to climb on top of the desk. why? well, how else is he going to get to saihara, he can endure the way it shakes under his weight. besides, his hope is already bright, a light that draws him in, and just like a moth...

komaeda doesn't mind being burned alive by it. )

you shouldn't waste your time with a loser like me | closed.

sorry the manacle doesnt come off during sex