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"Those are 488 kisses. Let say one kiss takes 10 seconds. 488 times 10 equals 4880 seconds. 60 seconds is one minute, which means 4880 divided by 60 equals 81.333 minutes. There are 60 minutes in one hour, which means 81.333 divided by 60 equals 1.356 hours. Long story short, if I would give you that amount of kisses, that would take me around one and a half hour. If that's the case we might as well go ahead and fuck."

"So... What do you say?"

#shsl-protags #This is so nerdy I-- HINATAAAA

"Don't think anything of this! I'm only doing this because you wanted to 'claim' me so bad... That's all!" Hinata firmly held onto Komaeda's shoulders as he placed a gentle, little kiss on his cheek. Before Komaeda could speak a word, Hinata had already released him and turned his back on him. The last thing Hinata wanted was for Komaeda to see his warm, blushing face. "T-There! The kiss you wanted..." [[Have some tsundere!Hinata.≖‿≖]]

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Hinata was biting his bottom lip as he was nervously waiting for Komaeda to arrive at the beach. The longer he stood there, the more he regretted leaving Komaeda that little note. ‘Meet me on the beach at sun set - Hinata’ Now that he thought about it, he couldn't have left a more disgusting note. Just when he was about to give up and go back to his room, he spotted movement from the corner of his right eye. His mouth almost fell open when he was blinded by the breathtaking sight. “Komaeda…”

To Komaeda he had thought of the note as just a harmless prank left by the others; they never held back in expending his own well being for their own pleasure—tying him up, holding food over his head in spite—where were they hiding? Were they all bunched up in the nearby brush? Or perhaps they were spying on his apparent unsuspecting self with binoculars from the dorm rooms…▼And though a few hours passed, with some reluctance, Komaeda finally decided to muse their bluff, making his way down to the rising shore line as the bright sunset washed a pallet of warm crimson over his thin frame. The only sound filling his ears was not that of mischievous laughter, but rolling waves crashing down on the soft sand, now cooled by the looming shadows of the nearby palm.▼But on contrary to his thoughts, he was very much not alone… ▼

”H… Hinata-kun?”

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After that near disaster confrontation with Junko, Komaeda was shaken, incredibly so, barely even keeping on his feet as he stumbled along the dusted pavement. He just wanted to see the other--he didn't care if he'd get lectured or consoled... ▼ He just wanted to be near him; to feel his presence in the midst of this bout of despair. But at the same time, he didn't want to spread any sort of epidemic through the exposure of his downhearted disposition.▼ Wiping at his dirtied cheek with his only able hand, it defeated the purpose entirely, serving only to smudge the soot further across his mug. He was gross; just like actual trash, rolling about the desolate streets. Disgusting. Disgusting, disgusting--▼