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“Hm………?”
It sounds more like a moan than anything else. Komaeda had gone to the hospital because of another seizure. According to the tests being done, his cancer is spreading quicker than they expected. He was finally sort of happy, so of course, his lifespan would get shorter.
He’s back on school grounds, though he feels disconnected from his body. His meds were filled, and instead of flushing the pain pills this time, he decided to take a whole bunch of them. He just wanted to stop thinking. But somehow, being stoned didn’t make him feel anything except for sick. Maybe he overdid it. Maybe this would kill him. If only he could be so lucky. Funny how dying was something he was chasing. but he didn’t want to hear bad news about his illness. Stupid, as always.
His steps are uneven in the hallway. It feels like his legs are harder to control than usual or… Like his feet aren’t really touching the ground. Maybe he’s floating. His eyes lock onto his feet. It’s strange walking down this hallway in his regular jeans and shoes. Not his uniform. Are his feet touching the floor? All his focus is pulled to meaninglessness when he crashes. hard, into someone.
Tanaka was in the building? Obviously. This was the boys’ dorm. Nagito basically falls up against the other uselessly. Tanaka isn’t weak enough to get knocked down, so Nagito rests his weight on him for a minute, trying to understand what just happened.
He can’t help but laugh quietly. He’s so fucking lonely. He’ll die with no one in the world caring. No one will even wonder where he went. He’ll die with no understanding of love, friendship, intimacy… He’s shivering. Chills spread through him. Tanaka is… so warm.
Before he even has time to think, he finds himself pressing his lips roughly against the other’s. His heart is pounding and he just wants to… feel better. Anything. Was Tanaka always this warm? Always this good looking?
He presses himself closer to him, just praying Tanaka indulges him a little bit.
Gundham mutters something under his breath, irritation bubbling within him. Just another day of dealing with the pointlessness of human interaction. He hunches some as he walks, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. He was intending to ignore everyone and go back to his rooms, now that class was over and he didn’t need to listen to inane conversations, but he hears the sounds of uneasy footsteps behind him. The breeder pauses, turning to see who might be here. His brow furrows when he sees Nagito unsteadily walking down the hall. He seems strangely focused on his feet.
Wait. Didn’t he hear something about the luckster having an incident earlier? He doesn’t remember seeing him in class today. Might be the polite thing to ask him if he is okay. Judging by the way he is walking he doesn’t look like he is. A tired sigh passes his lips and the breeder rubs at his eyes as he begins to stride towards his classmate. As they are about to meet his mouth opens to offer some slightly harsh concern but then Nagito crashes into him with some force.
The breeder grunts, hands rising instinctively to steady his classmate as he is forced to stagger backwards a step to regain his balance. The frown on his features deepens, his concern rising. This really doesn’t look good. Made even more concerning when Nagito seems to just accept his current position. His whole weight leans into the breeder, almost as if he is trying to snuggle into his chest. He feels a heat bloom in his cheeks, that fluster rising with the contact, along with some discomfort. Not too much that he can’t stand this.
“Ah … Grey One?” He asks, voice soft. “Are you unwell? What is wrong?”
He doesn’t get an answer. All he receives is a quite laugh that borders on the disturbing and a shiver that reminds him too much of fever shakes. Okay, this is really worrying. And then it just gets worse.
Eyes go wide as Nagito presses that kiss to his lips. For a moment Gundham freezes, uncertain what to do. Once he feels the luckster press himself closer to him it doesn’t take long before that crawling on his skin becomes too much to bear. The hands on Nagito’s shoulders grip tighter and he shoves his classmate back, holding him at arm’s length. He feels his face burning, words unable to form as he just stares at Nagito in complete silence. Why was there so much desperation to that act?
“What … the hell was that?” He eventually snarls, a harsh glare forming on his features. The blush turning his face red doesn’t really help with the intimidation right now, nor does the desire to hide away in his scarf.
