With each of Komaeda's words, Hinata feels like shrinking more and more. Of course, with the other being as god damn perceptive-- no, with him, himself, being as horribly predictable and easy to read as he is, of course this would come, sooner or later. He can't help looking away from that weak smile, as if that could change anything. As if he could feign himself ignorant. Like always.
But no, that's not the case now. He can't brush things off as easily anymore-- for many reasons that have been piling up over the last weeks, thing they're both well aware of-- and he hates that feeling. To be confronted so directly and so suddenly about something like this is... disorienting, to say at least, even if he should have been expecting it, already.
Hinata stays silent until Komaeda is done speaking. The answer to that last question is pricking at his chest and so desperately yelling that yes, it's painful. That he doesn't want to bottle things up, that he doesn't want to hurt, that he doesn't want to drown, like he did and will continue to do in countless nights of restless sleep--
But he shuts that voice up, because it's nothing he should be feeling. He has no real reason to be upset in the first place.
Of course he doesn't, he immediately tells himself. He doesn't have real problems. Then why? Why is he so stressed, so upset, why does it hurt so much? It's not fair. And the fact that Komaeda realized about all those little things, put little pieces of himself together, ones he hadn't even realized were visible is infuriating.
But that's just how transparent he is, isn't it? Can't even hide things right. To be expected from someone like him, but at the same time, so-- ugh.
The scowl is long gone, replaced by... plain sadness. It's incredible how easily he crumbles, how with the right words-- Komaeda always has the right words-- he falls apart. It makes him feel so powerless he can't help being mad at the person in front of him, but at the same time...
... Grateful. For noticing so easily. For being there.
After what seems an eternity, he opens his mouth-- still not looking at the other in the eyes. And he's so ashamed of weakness.
"... Of course it is." He starts, slow, quiet. "But what else can I do? You've got your own share of problems for me to just drop my stupid issues on you."
There's a pause, but he's not quite done yet. This time, as he continues, eyes meet Komaeda's. His voice keeps that steady quietness, as if he couldn't raise it at all.
"Because that what they are. Stupid issues I should have gotten over a long time ago. Isn't it easier if I deal with it alone? For everyone? Pretend it's not there-- because on top of completely and utterly unremarkable, I don't want to be a wreck, Nagito. I don't want to be a nuisance."
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