@komacda // this.
“komaeda-kun?” of course, there’s no mistaking that face, that voice. he truthfully is her beloved student. everyone knows that yukizome’s weakness is her former class, overcome by despair. their despair brings her despair; she cries about it when she imagines no one is looking, but everyone knows anyway. everyone knows how much she regrets going to kyosuke instead of going to save her class.
and then she runs to him, tries to stifle him in a hug. vaguely, she’s aware that he could stab her, kill her, hurt her. he could do anything. but teary-eyed, she can’t do anything but run towards him. “komaeda-kun, it’s really you!” she hasn’t seen him since the harsh blue light of the monitor showing the remnants of despair. “how have you been?” as if he hasn’t been causing worldwide despair.
