The moment he heard the sound of the other’s palms hitting against the surface of his desk, loud ringing in his ears, he could briefly guess what was about to come, yet still felt incredibly unprepared for it.
Turning around in his seat, he listened to the other’s merciless words, every single one of them piercing his chest like sharp silver knives, remaining stuck too deep for him to be able to simply plug them out again.
His fist clenched slightly and he mentally prayed the other one was too upset to notice how tense he was, every sentence hurting like a direct punch into his face.
Some part of him smiled, mentally laughing at himself and telling him that this was what he deserved for being so heartless, yet another side of his mind curled up in pain and sorrow, trying to desparately think of anything he could throw back at him, anything to satisfy the other one.
Komaeda had always thought that the two of them were relatively familiar, mostly because of their admiration for Hope’s Peak Academy.
When it came to dealing with emotions, though, he prefered to bottle them up and throw them away, while the other one was more honest with himself, even to the point of explosive outbursts that felt more powerful and expressive than anything Komaeda himself had to offer.
He wasn’t afraid of him, he had always admired him, even continued to do so after the simulation and everything that happened, even after finding out about his past, his talentless self and now, how he accepted the fact that he would always remain a normal, boring teenager.
He didn’t want to be anyone’s hope - someone like him probably wasn’t fit to become that anyway, or was he?
No matter which way he would choose, or maybe, most certainly, he already had chosen, he didn’t want to stay in his way.
It would be unexcusable to even try and take the future from someone that fought as hard for it as Hinata, even a miserable human being like him was able to see that.
When he confessed to him, he didn’t know what to do - staying away from him in order to make sure his misfortune wouldn’t get in the way of his plans was the option he ultimately chose, yet now looking at him, he felt terrible.
This was for the very best, he kept telling himself whenever someone told him that Hinata remained in his room all day, that he was heartbroken, sad and frustrated.
This is a better outcome, a better future than no future at all, wasn’t it?
Then why wasn’t he smiling at him, why wasn’t he satisfied with the choice he took?
No matter how much it would hurt, staying away from him was better than spending time with him in every possible way.
He stared at him in silence, never noticing how his mouth slightly opened and his eyes widened, pulled back into reality by the thought of the other one curling up in his seat and muttering an apology.
It was too sad to look at.
Keeping his expression as blank as possible, he stared at his feet, uttering his answer in return to his words.
"No", he said, "I should be the one to apologize. I’m sorry, Hinata-kun."
With legs as stable as butter, he carefully pushed himself out of his chair, taking his remaining documents and walking straight toward the door.
"I guess I’ll be leaving, then."
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