Hope Spiel

RP blog for Komaeda Nagito from Danganronpa by KumaraDosha

[hope-spiel]

SUCK IT UP SUCK IT UP SUCK IT UP SUCK IT UP

You stumble around so adorably yet sorrowfully The scent of suffering from death is present For you, prostrating yourself so modestly, so economically There are only inexcusable excuses

It started with carelessness since before you were born That’s what you were created by Well, there’s some bad luck involved So many things are regrettable

Soon begin to notice it in the nooks and crannies Those present in this world, decided as unsettled But really, is this enough? Or is it not to your liking?

When you take away the lottery All children when they are born Whether they be the Son of Man or anyone else Would only have solitude and helplessness left

THIS IS LIFE WOW

To the lowest of the victims, offer love I want to offer it, but—

SUCK IT UP SUCK IT UP SUCK IT UP SUCK IT UP

Poverty flows from you as you curse at me Noisily, dramatically You, who attracts helpless, poor customers Are at your limit, right? This is the human world

Why is this child so bitter? That’s not it, are you jealous in the bottom of your heart? Well, isn’t everyone the same? That brain of theirs is rotten

Quietly mourn the lot you've drawn That your logic has made you to believe was fate It's got nothing to do with me anymore This is a welcome party for my rebirth

The flies that swarm, the tortoises that draw near Show no sympathy for the have-nots The expression of my smiling face Is so very, very miserable

THIS IS LIFE WOW

SUCK IT UP SUCK IT UP SUCK IT UP SUCK IT UP

Why did you make this? Why did you ignore it until now? Why did you let this child be born? Why in the world did you let this child be born?

Grant romance to the empty shell of love Grant a personality to the embers of innocence Grant repentance to the body of a servant Hope for the best remaining years of your life

Grant an end to the slaves of desire Press your hands together to pray for the hanging corpse Grant the next world to the eternal soul To the lowest of the victims, offer love

To the lowest of the victims, offer love

[hope-spiel]

Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart Baby, bang it up inside I'm not wearing my usual lipstick I thought maybe we would kiss tonight Baby, will you kiss me already, and Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart Baby, bang it up inside

Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am I know who you pretend I am

But do, mi, ti Why not me? Why not me? Do, mi, ti Why not me? Why not me? Do, mi, ti Why not me? Why not me?

[hope-spiel]

The 100: Sentence Starters

"Tell me, if we released your people and theirs, what would have happened to mine?"

"If you need forgiveness, I'll give that to you. You're forgiven."

"I tried. I tried to be the good guy"

"Their blood is on your hands."

"But I made this choice with my head and not my heart."

"Either you get up and fight this or you crawl away and die alone like a coward."

"You think you're a god at everything."

"Maybe there are no good guys."

"Empirical evidence doesn't lie."

"You say having feelings makes me weak, but you're weak for hiding from them."

"Touch me again and I'll end you. In a non-criminal way."

"Maybe life should be about more than just surviving."

"Stay alive and be ready to fight. War is coming."

"After everything we've done, do we even deserve to survive?"

"I won't let you die."

"You're a natural born revolutionary."

"I won't let you surrender."

"I'm just trying to do what's right."

[hope-spiel]

I want the K!! (hinata)

“Do You Really Want the K?” starters

23. Hand/Wrist Kiss

At some point, their private conversation had taken an unplanned turn, as if possessing a will of its own. Komaeda stood with Hinata’s hand held gently in his human one, the smooth metal of a robotic palm placed gently over top. That hand was the other man’s gift to him, replacing the hatred and obsession with despair that once poisoned him, with a new chance for hope and something someone he loved. In a way, it was a part of Hinata that he could keep with him always, and reciprocally, a special part of Komaeda would always belong to him. Komaeda had told him as much in the moments prior.

“Hinata-kun...” he hesitated, a low hush to his tone that seemed to match the atmosphere that had crystallized around them. A balmy breeze remedied the otherwise humid day, soothing their skin in the glow of sunset. His eyes held the other’s, the light casting a warm reflection within them, and it almost felt as if luck were pushing for something important. Something he wanted.

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here at all, and...I’ve found that I’m grateful that I am. The time you’ve spent with me has been some of the best days I’ve ever had, more than I could have imagined my life to be, or myself to deserve. I’ve been incredibly lucky… Hinata-kun, you mean so much...to everyone.” And there, he fell just short, feeling his momentum slow as the reason niggling at the back of his mind refused to be ignored any longer. Komaeda was the least of them all to deserve Hinata, couldn’t possibly pressure the other for more of his company, more of himself.

“You didn’t just conquer despair but reformed it into hope itself and allowed even the most talented of us a future we could never have found on our own. And for that, I… No matter what you decide for the future, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

A declaration of devotion, another turn in the intent of their exchange—but not really. For Komaeda to love hope, love talent, love the most talented and hopeful most of all... He didn’t need anything in return and had no place to ask. Lifting the hand still resting in his, he closed his eyes, placing a reverent tender, longing kiss against Hinata’s knuckles, before releasing him.

[justanotherrpmeme]

Comedy Trope Starters: Part 2

Send a trope for a starter with our muses:

Can’t You Read the Sign?: Your muse comes across a sign with a rule that they will promptly violate or had just violated before noticing the sign. Caught with Your Pants Down: Your muse gets caught while they’re masturbating. Cheek Copy: Your muse photocopies their butt. Christmas Light Chaos: Our muses have a Christmas light mishaps. Clingy Aquatic Life: When your muse steps out of water, there’s a sea creature attached to them. Coincidental Accidental Disguise: My muse accidentally ends up looking like a scary person or creature and scares your muse. Comedic Underwear Exposure: Your muse loses their pants, revealing funny-looking undies. Comically Small Bribe: Your muse attempts to bribe my muse with a laughably small amount of money. Confusing Multiple Negatives: Your muse causes confusion on what they meant because they used multiple negatives. Covered in Gunge: Our muses getting covered in a goopy substance. Covered in Mud: You muse gets covered in mud. Cover Innocent Eyes and Ears: Your muse covers up my muse’s eyes/ears when something inappropriate for children comes up. *Crack!* “Oh, My Back!”: My muse injures their back. Crazy-Prepared: Your muse has what is needed to deal with the present situation regardless of how unexpected or unlikely the circumstances would usually be. Crying After Sex: Your muse cries after having had sex. Cut a Slice, Take the Rest: Your muse takes a small piece of cake, pizza, or another food that can be cut into slices, then leaves that while taking the rest to eat. Dead TV Remote Gag: The remote control to the TV not working is Serious Business. Ding-Dong-Ditch Distraction: Your muse rings my muse’s doorbell and runs away before the door is answered. Distracted by the Sexy: Your muse gets distracted by an attractive person coming their way. Dog Walks You: Your muse gets pulled along by a dog. Do-It-Yourself Plumbing Project: Your muse tries to fix their plumbing themselves with hilarious results. Drives Like Crazy: Your muse is very poor at driving.

[mirkstrolls]

But do you REALLY want the K?

Hey, I like that chivilrousxhybrid post about kisses, but I felt it was missing some Important Smooches and had to fix that. So send me two characters and “I want the K” and I’ll generate a number for them!

1: Passionate Kiss

2: Gentle Peck

3: Firm Kiss

4: Shut-Up Kiss

5: Romantic (Tender) Kiss

6: Teary Kiss

7: Distract-Someone Kiss

8: Kiss in the Rain

9: Underwater Kiss

10: Upside-Down Kiss

11: Goofy Kiss

12: Almost Kiss

13: Hair Kiss

14: Forehead Kiss

15: Eyelid Kiss

16: Nose Kiss

17: Cheek Kiss

18: Jawline Kiss

19: Collarbone Kiss

20: Chest Kiss

21: Stomach Kiss

22: Hipbone Kiss

23: Hand/Wrist Kiss

24: Butterfly Kiss

25: Asker’s Choice (OR pick one from 1-12 and one 13-24)

[unfxted]

hope-spiel​:

For all the times Komaeda wished others would better understand his intentions, being seen through so directly was…a rare experience. Or, it had been previously. Hinata’s new insights (and Kamukura’s, he supposed) often left him feeling exposed. It was a strange mix of anxiety and exhilaration, like being dangled off a building or held at gunpoint by the person he could never prevent from doing so (willingly or otherwise). He was helpless against him, and many times he wasn’t sure he wanted to change that.

At the moment, however, it was just inconvenient.

Komaeda raised his hands in sheepish placation, leaning half-heartedly away from the indicting finger. “I don’t mean to be misleading. But you know, of course, that there is no point in me having goals. My luck can barely be called a talent. I can’t control it in the same reliable way a person would use a skill. The grander my aim, the greater potential there is for things to go horribly wrong. It would be overestimating me to believe anything will turn out just the way I plan it; that would probably end in disappointment at best. For somebody as useless as me…I’m not meant to have goals.

“…But I do have a wish, of sorts. It’s the same–” Briefly, the thought of years fallen into despair, of pushing for greater and greater tragedy–but all to fuel a greater hope–always, “–the same one I’ve always had. I want to see hope as it’s born, as it grows, and to be of any help possible to allow it to shine. With your talents, if anyone can withstand my luck and use me for ultimate good, it’s you.” All of them and…Hinata.

Hinata should’ve known that this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. Getting Komaeda to face his own future was a challenge from the very start, but seeing as few things presented challenge nowadays, it was a difficulty Hinata appreciated better now.

“…You know, even in the program… I found myself wanting to see what you could do with the hope you were striving so desperately to obtain. Your determination impressed me.” And terrified me, was the unspoken admission, but Hinata didn’t feel that way anymore. He could even look back on those mixed feelings with a wry smile.

“That’s why I want to be of use to you as well. If you have anything you want to do- a plan, or a goal, or even a wish- and the only thing holding you back is your own luck, then rely on me to tip the scales back in your favor.” It wasn’t cockiness, but rather confidence that colored his widening smile. A sense of purpose and self-assurance that he’d never possessed before becoming whole again. “Together we can make that shining hope you’ve been dreaming of come true, so from now on you should think seriously about the shape you want it to take. Okay?“

[hope-spiel]

At first, Komaeda could only swallow, quietly taking in the praise with a measure of discomfort, a sort of restlessness that both selfishly craved and anxiously refused what he shouldn’t deserve. But as the other went on, lips parted in a dazed surprise that came more like an unrelenting wave than any harsh blow. A swell of realization that all the things he’d consigned to be out of his grasp, dangerous to seek and foolish to wish for...might not be so impossible after all this time? That Hinata would offer him such a thing... That someone capable of countering his luck with their own superior talent would offer to dedicate the ability for Komaeda’s sake...

‘Together we can make that shining hope you’ve been dreaming of come true.’

He truly felt blinded, overwhelmed by the brimming hope in every word spoken to him, the promise they held. It was...warm--the feeling in his chest, radiating to his limbs and rising to his skin. Soft heat dusted his cheekbones, eyes wavering with positive emotion. The world seemed to have melted around them, leaving only an intense sense of fulfillment, a perfect moment, and he almost found himself simply murmuring ‘Okay,’ in response, too entranced and disarmed to do anything but agree. But...

Was it okay?

Komaeda rather hated himself in this moment. His nagging need to doubt, to reason out why a simple solution wouldn’t hold up to complications, why something so desirable had to be fantasy, too far removed from reality, too wonderful to be obtained--at least by him. Was it even possible to tip these scales? But no... No, Hinata was capable. He’d felt it before, a luck that could wrangle his own into submission--a hope... Komaeda had once deigned to covet the title ‘Ultimate Hope’, trying (and failing) to eliminate Ultimate Despair from the world in one singular plot to have himself and his friends killed. But Hinata exceeded far beyond any reality he could conceive, such a measly hope in comparison. He managed to save everyone, reforming even the Remnants of Despair into symbols of hope once more, beating all the unfavorable odds that came his way. He could accomplish whatever he aimed for. But did Komaeda deserve it?

The intensity of his thoughts was too much to bear alone, and he found himself surging forward to grab Hinata’s hands, holding them close between them.

“Hinata-kun...” his voice carried the hushed strength of overflowing emotions, eyes holding his with all seriousness and more than a little desperation. “I believe you can do everything you’ve said. You’re the Ultimate Hope. But because of that... Why...? Why waste such precious time on someone so insignificant as me? There are so many greater goals you could accomplish instead; nothing I could come up with would compare to yours or any of the others’. It’s...”

A mistake. He hated himself for shattering the reality of something so wonderful (so selfish) and hated himself even more for hesitating.

[unfxted]

hope-spiel​:

Komaeda knew the contents of Nanami’s room the same way Hinata did–he’d been inside it. But the other was already aware of that, given the footprint evidence collected from the previous trial, so Komaeda dismissed it.

“‘Do’…? Well, I didn’t purchase any extra games. It needs an internet connection to download them, so while we’re here, it’s limited to what it already has. I did check first, though, and it turns out there are already several games that come pre-loaded from the start, so it’s not completely useless. Luckily, a few of them have multiplayer modes, as well, in case you ever want to play with someone…”

Hinata narrowed his eyes, trying to pick out the lie behind those innocent words. It’d be naive to believe everything Komaeda said, but at the same time, he was finding it harder to imagine for himself what the means would be behind such a strange trick as rigging a console.

Applying Occam’s razor, the more likely scenario presented itself: Komaeda was also notorious for ingratiating himself to Ultimates. A simple gift could be just that.

“…I see. Er… In that case.” Feeling a little awkward now, he held out his hand to receive it. It couldn’t hurt to have something to kill time on sleepless nights. “Thanks, I guess?”

[hope-spiel]

“It’s nothing!” Komaeda smiled cheerily, handing the gift over. “I just hope you’ll be able to make use of it.” It was always a satisfying experience when he could successfully be of benefit rather than a nuisance.

The moment stretched on as he lingered in Hinata’s presence. Couldn’t exactly decide if he should say something or wait for the other to speak. After a moment, surely enough to give the other a chance first, he broke the silence. “If there’s ever a time you want to play, but everybody else happens to be busy, I would be happy to be their pathetic substitute. If you would suffice with scum like me.”

[hope-spiel]

@more-than-a-princess​ [previous]

Komaeda would never mind if any of his classmates wanted to voice their opinion; however, he couldn’t always agree with them. He was of the mind that any time Hinata could spend with him would be better used otherwise. ...But he kept it to himself for now.

The prospect of a reprieve from the monotony of porridge piqued his interest. His heart lifted at the idea of a real meal (one so hopeful as to be made by the Ultimate Chef, no less), but he couldn’t deny that just thinking about something like grilled fish made his stomach feel heavy. A fruit salad, though...he wouldn’t mind that at all. In fact, perhaps if he imagined his porridge today to be something similar, he would be able to get it all down more pleasantly. He nodded decisively with some degree of determination in his eyes, despite the fact that he really couldn’t be sure of his own capability in this case.

“I’ll try my best. It’s been a while since I’ve experienced any great stroke of luck; your timing is excellent, Sonia-san.”

He reached for the portable hospital table, pulling it closer over his lap a little clumsily with his right hand while guiding it as best he could with the left. This method should have been second nature after how long he’d had that hand, never able to move or feel with it, as those nerves weren’t his own. Despite remembering all the time he’d been this way, it once again felt newly foreign. He’d had...a talk...about what to do about it. Tentative and brief, and nothing had been decided. There were so many other things to worry about, focus on, and straighten out; such a topic seemed unimportant while the rest of him had yet to fully recover.

Fingers slipped under the cool metal of his spoon, and the weight of it felt heavy in his hand. He’d pulled the bowl close enough to himself that even if he spilled, there was the hope that the contents would simply fall back into his bowl. He didn’t really know what qualified as spilling ‘too much’. So long as he could get some of the food into his mouth somehow, it seemed to him to be enough of a success to be left to his own devices and stop burdening his caretakers. The glop (fruit salad! An imaginary slice of melon) sat on his tongue, and as always, he had to try to remember how to swallow. So strange that one could become rusty at eating. A slight tilt of his head upward convinced his throat to work, and he reached for his glass of water to chase it down. This would be more challenging... He needed his other hand to support the weight of it, balance it more steadily as the liquid threatened to slosh. Managed to tip a small sip into his mouth without dropping the whole thing, and that was as far as he would push it, setting the glass back down.

He recalled the most recent time (Recent...? --Yes, technically, tied up in the lodge, within the simulation) he’d been left on his own to handle his food with no hands free. Struggling especially to down his milk while lying flat on the floor. There was a simple solution to both scenarios, really. Taking a moment to let the first bite settle in his stomach, Komaeda felt the restless urge to speak. It wasn’t the usual comfortable silence between them this time. With Sonia watching him so intently, he couldn’t help but cave to the pressure to seem productive, or at least interesting. Compulsively, he voiced his recent thought.

“What I mean is it’s a burden on all of you to have to take care of my needs, while I can’t be of use to you at all. If I fail this test today, I think there’s still a way I could feed myself. As long as you put everything in food and water bowls, I can just eat with my face, like a dog!”

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send 💕 and I’ll generate a number 1-48 for what kind of date my muse will take yours on

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[hope-spiel]

“Not looking at explosions isn’t just cool; it could save your life. Most importantly, cover your head and face. Flying shrapnel could easily pierce through your eyes or embed in your skull otherwise.”

[hope-spiel]

@unfxted​ (Hinata) [previous]

“A miracle, huh…” Hinata looked up at the bright blue sky- a stark contrast from the muggy red of just a scant month ago- and hummed thoughtfully. “I guess you could call it that. It’d be a little more ‘miraculous’ if it weren’t so hot, though.”

One would think that being out on the open sea would bring in a cool sea breeze, but out on the deck there was little shade to be found. Hinata loosened his tie a little to let his neck breathe.

“I don’t know how you can wear that coat in this kind of weather,” he added as an aside, eyeballing Komaeda with a hint of disbelief.

“My jacket isn’t very warm,” Komaeda informed the other, glancing down at the un-torn sleeve as he rested against the deck’s outer railing. Not that he was entirely comfortable, but it seemed everyone else was in a similar situation in such heat.

“I can use it to protect my skin, especially when the sun is this strong. Did you know many desert civilizations cover up from head to toe to shield themselves from the sunlight? I’m afraid I would probably burn if I didn’t have at least this much shade.”

A realization occurred to him. “Or did you want me to take it off?”

[unfxted]

@hope-spiel​ answered:

“I noticed you spend a lot of time with Nanami-san, so I thought maybe you like games? She already has a lot of systems in her room, but strangely, you don’t have any. It must have been my good luck that led me to receive this from the MonoMono machine, so I could give it to you!”

Hinata regarded the gaming system probably more dubiously than it would normally warrant. True, he’d seen one just like it in Nanami’s cottage, but anything coming from Komaeda was already subject to a healthy dose of suspicion.

There just had to be some kind of trick.

“…What did you do to it?” he asked, flicking his distrustful gaze up to the culprit this time. “Actually- why the hell do you know what’s in Nanami-san’s room?” Too late, he remembered that Komaeda had already snooped through everyone’s rooms. Including his own. His frown deepened. “…Never mind that.”

[hope-spiel]

Komaeda knew the contents of Nanami’s room the same way Hinata did--he’d been inside it. But the other was already aware of that, given the footprint evidence collected from the previous trial, so Komaeda dismissed it.

“‘Do’...? Well, I didn’t purchase any extra games. It needs an internet connection to download them, so while we’re here, it’s limited to what it already has. I did check first, though, and it turns out there are already several games that come pre-loaded from the start, so it’s not completely useless. Luckily, a few of them have multiplayer modes, as well, in case you ever want to play with someone...”

[hope-spiel]

Tumblr Glitches

// I feel the need to notify my RP partners that, for the time being, tumblr is not allowing me to hide the previous reblogs of posts in order to shorten them and make them less messy. I told them about the problem, and they told me it should already be resolved. Haha. So anyway, this forces me to either 1. NOT cut posts in that way at all OR 2. completely make a new post and tag my partner in it, with every reply. If you are not having this problem, I might have to rely on you to cut our posts when it is your turn. I’m still not sure which option I will resort to by default... If you have a strong preference for me to do one or the other with our threads, please let me know via ask, DM, or reply to this post. Sorry for the inconvenience!

[unfxted]

hope-spiel‌:

“Oh, is that what you were hoping for?” Komaeda probed, turning the potential insight over in his mind. “I’m sorry I’m not a girl, Hinata-kun–though I would probably make for a pretty pathetic one anyway. …But if it makes you feel any better, we could still pretend?”

His hand drifted lowly, palm out, toward Hinata’s idle one in an offer to hold it.

Hinata looked down at the offered hand, then back up at Komaeda’s face blankly. “…As if.”

‘Why the hell would that make me feel better?’ He honestly just didn’t understand this guy at all sometimes. He seemed nice enough, but then he’d say or do the strangest things.

“Don’t try anything weird,” he warned belatedly, waving his hand in the air as if he could dispel whatever notions Komaeda was surely cooking up in his head next. “All we have to do is walk to the end of the path, grab the flag, and come back. It’s so easy a toddler could do it.”

[hope-spiel]

Unruffled, Komaeda retracted his hand, smiling simply.

“Yes, that does sound very easy. I’m sure this will be no trouble for you at all. Even though you don’t remember your talent, you are still capable of a hope strong enough to face down fear. I’ll do my best not to drag you down, despite lacking your level of courage. There should be nothing to worry about as long as...everything is fake...” he trailed off momentarily as a thought occurred to him.

Then his voice returned, a little less casual than before, “You know, haunted attractions and scare events are especially risky if something goes wrong. Paradoxically, everyone lets their guard down, thinking everything that’s happening is supposed to happen, so even if disaster strikes right in front of them, nobody thinks to defend themselves or seek help.” And there was that growing uncomfortable feeling, that maybe things weren’t going to go as smoothly as they first expected.

“Please be careful, Hinata-kun. ...In fact, maybe we should go in separately?” If bad luck were to strike, it would be doubly awful for his classmate to get caught in the crossfire. It might be better if he faced the challenge alone...

[hope-spiel]

@unfxted​ (Hinata) [previous]

“Hah, what are you saying ‘you’ for?” Hinata said, arms crossed and lips curved into an expectant smile. “You should know by now that I won’t let you sit this out. The changes that we want to see in the world… It’ll take every last one of us to make sure that happens.”

He leaned over to poke a finger against Komaeda’s chest. “That is why I came to talk to you. Don’t try to deflect, it won’t work on me.”

For all the times Komaeda wished others would better understand his intentions, being seen through so directly was...a rare experience. Or, it had been previously. Hinata’s new insights (and Kamukura’s, he supposed) often left him feeling exposed. It was a strange mix of anxiety and exhilaration, like being dangled off a building or held at gunpoint by the person he could never prevent from doing so (willingly or otherwise). He was helpless against him, and many times he wasn’t sure he wanted to change that.

At the moment, however, it was just inconvenient.

Komaeda raised his hands in sheepish placation, leaning half-heartedly away from the indicting finger. “I don’t mean to be misleading. But you know, of course, that there is no point in me having goals. My luck can barely be called a talent. I can’t control it in the same reliable way a person would use a skill. The grander my aim, the greater potential there is for things to go horribly wrong. It would be overestimating me to believe anything will turn out just the way I plan it; that would probably end in disappointment at best. For somebody as useless as me...I’m not meant to have goals.

“...But I do have a wish, of sorts. It’s the same--” Briefly, the thought of years fallen into despair, of pushing for greater and greater tragedy--but all to fuel a greater hope--always, “--the same one I’ve always had. I want to see hope as it’s born, as it grows, and to be of any help possible to allow it to shine. With your talents, if anyone can withstand my luck and use me for ultimate good, it’s you.” All of them and...Hinata.