Maybe, Just Maybe, There Is Such Thing As Hope

Onamae wa Hinata Hajime da!! [Hajime Hinata RP blog affiliated with DTM. Fully spoiled] {Side Image Source}

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I can hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums || {dtm open}

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“Hawawa, I-I’ll be right with you…!”

With surprisingly nimble movement for one so accident-prone (she’d probably had practice at this sort of thing), Mikan flipped over and lifted the garbage can off of her head, revealing her face - already bright pink with embarrassment.

“I’m s-sorry!  I wasn’t paying attention to m-my surroundings at all!  Are you okay?  You might have a bruise or something…And I stink, d-don’t I?  I have Mikan germs!  A-And I must have gotten them all over you…!  I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!  I’ll go away right now!”

So saying, she turned and walked straight into a brick wall with a yelp.  Clutching her now-bloodied nose, she stumbled back, bumped into Hinata again, and burst into tears.

“U-Uuuwah…I’m sorryyyyy…I-I w-w-was really h-happy to see Hinata-kun again, b-but…!”

Hopefully the rioters had moved away by now; Mikan wasn’t exactly being quiet.

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Hinata moved toward her, covering a hand over her mouth and looking around quickly. He wanted to make sure nobody was nearby and they really did NOT need to attract attention to themselves.

Once he was sure the coast was clear, he let go of her, looking at his now bloody hand (from her bloody nose) and wiping the hand on his pants.

"No, no don't apologize or yell. It was an accident, please calm down. I'm fine and I'm pretty sure you don't have Mikan germs and it's alright."

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[ hina-colada ---> TalentlessAmnesiac ]

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[ CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET ]

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Just as he was considering trying some of that ‘mouth to mouth’ stuff he’d seen on TV, his thoughts were interrupted by a voice, the chest under his hand moved as well and he about jumped out of his skin before realizing that this was a good thing, this meant the person wasn’t dead, not that he was back from the dead or anything.

“Ah, good morning!! I’m glad you’re alive! Sorry to get my dirty hands all over you, but the only place I know has a pulse is the inner thigh and I thought that might be worse.” In his experience, anyway, people were pretty serious about that being an invitation-only zone.

Finally retracting his hand from the stranger’s chest, he sat back on his heels and did a quick visual check. No, still no obvious serious injuries, and he was acting a little too… spunky for someone with internal bleeding so that was probably a good sign. Pretty eyes, too.

“Well, porcelain doll-kun, you don’t look like you’re bleeding anyway… What happened? Are you okay?”

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"P-Porcelain doll-kun?!"

Alright, he didn't mean that to be taken so seriously, it was just the first thing to come to mind.

"That's... it's not my name. And as for what happened, hell if I know. I remember walking forward and I remember hitting my head, and then I woke up to you checking me a little too thoroughly for signs of life."

He knew he was being a little snappy and a little rude, but this was a rather awkward circumstance. He sighed to himself, gingerly sitting up and checking for injuries, of which he was quite confused about the ack there of.

"Hinata," he mumbled. "Hinata Hajime."

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I can hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums || {dtm open}

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Hinata… really didn’t trust Komaeda at all, did he? Not even with something like a warning that Junko wasn’t safe to be around. Komaeda’s smile as he sent Hinata off to shower was forced at best, but he knew Hinata wouldn’t notice anyway. It was better like that.

After a minute he looked around to be sure he was alone before slumping against the wall next to the bathroom door with a sigh. “What a mess…” When had his voice started sounding so… worn out?

The sound of water started running, a soothing rhythm that made his eyelids heavy. Hinata… How much had he forgotten this time? If he forgot his SHSL talent, then he’d forgotten the whole ordeal that had come after learning it as well. So why did he hate Komaeda so much? Where had his memory cut off? Or… did it even matter? Hinata could remember every word that Komaeda had spoken to him in confidence and it might not have made any difference. Not now. All the honesty in the world couldn’t change how much he was complete trash.

Hinata hadn’t changed at all, though. He was still the same old Hinata, putting up with Komaeda, giving him the small allowances that made hope possible. He had to be grateful for that. In the end, running into Hinata had to be good luck. The thought made his chest tighten unpleasantly, but the memory loss… “maybe that was good luck too,” he mumbled dejectedly.

His eyes shot up at the sound of a door closing next to him, to see the freshly-showered Hinata had returned. He stood up quickly and tried to find another smile.

“Wow, that was fast!” Or more likely, he had just lost track of time while wallowing in his own thoughts. “I’ll try to be fast too, so don’t leave me vulnerable, okay?” Without waiting for an answer he moved past Hinata perhaps a bit too quickly to look natural and closed the door behind him.

He only spared half a glance for the mirror before stripping down, not certain he could stand to look himself in the eye right now without breaking either the mirror or himself. Every muscle felt full of tension, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could have lasted before snapping.

But once the hot water hit his skin, it didn’t take long at all for him to reach the proper conclusion for how to lower his stress levels, at least for a while. Maybe the shower was the best place to think after all.

When he passed the mirror a second time, once again fully dressed in the same clothing, he wiped off a section and stared at himself for a few seconds before managing a small but much more genuine smile. “…Of course there’s still hope.”

Though he couldn’t have dreamed that when he opened the door Hinata would actually still be there. “Ah, you stayed—!”

“Thank you Hinata, thanks to you I feel much better now. I’m sorry I took longer than I wanted, I… really needed to unwind.”

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"Huh? I wasn't really waiting for you, so much as I didn't really have anywhere else to go but... you're welcome I guess."

Why had he stayed though, and not returned to the confines of his room, away from the other boy. Some suspect common courtesy, watching the door as Komaeda did for him, but maybe he merely was too lost in thought to bother moving away from the showers in the end. And he truly had been.

Once Komaeda had left him, his mind set in to focus on a single point, whatever he'd forgotten between the events he witnessed and the society he faced now. What had gone wrong?

Nothing, however, sprang to mind when he considered this. Unfortunately, Komaeda was probably his best bet for figuring things out, which was not really a road he wanted to go down if he was honest with himself. But maybe, just maybe, he'd forgotten something terrible that he was better off knowing. Maybe he could try to be civil toward Komaeda.

Yeah, like that would happen.

"So... you mentioned there being a store nearby...? Sounds like something worth investigating, in any case."

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[yodels i finished sdr2 now i feel like maybe i can be a better hinata yEAH

that being said, i will be putting spoilers under read mores and tagged as both #SDR2 Spoiler and as #SDR2 Spoilers

also my ooc tag is going to be #Hiding From Komaeda]

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[ CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET ] CLOSED; AU HINATA

“Hey… Hey, are you okay? It looked like you fell out of the sky, but that’s impossible, right? Hey, come on, wake up, if I have to call the police they’ll never believe me.”

Crap. This guy wasn’t waking up, was he? He didn’t look dead, but then, the deaths Komaeda has been closely acquainted with had been much more… messy. Maybe this was how people looked when they died peacefully? Like they’d just… landed in the middle of a field out of nowhere… No, his head was playing tricks on him. He hadn’t seen anything like that, if anything he had just seen this guy go from standing up to passed out on the ground, there was no blood or obvious broken bones or anything, so…

Oh. Oh! Komaeda could check his pulse! That’s how it worked, right? When someone was dead, they didn’t have a pulse. So all he had to do was find this guy’s pulse and he’d know for sure he was alive. Now… where was a pulse supposed to be?

Now on his knees next to the stranger, Komaeda lifted his hands to start searching for signs of life, but hesitated before he actually touched the person. Where could he even start? He didn’t know where any of the pulse points were, and he couldn’t just start feeling up a guy he didn’t know, that’d be rude.

“Well… I don’t really have a choice in the matter. Sorry about this.” After only another few seconds of hesitation, he put a hand on the stranger’s chest and waited to feel something.

A breeze rustled the overgrown grass around them, but the only sensation under Komaeda’s fingers was the material of the boy’s shirt. No pulse. …No pulse. Oh god, he was actually dead!?

“H-hey, no more joking around, you have to wake up now!! I— I’ve never dealt with a body on my own!” What kind of bad luck was this!?

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The streets were quiet this time of day. The peaceful haze of the afternoon washed over the area, leaving several picturesque areas dotted around for views sake.

However, the only view the brunette had was blackness, that inky abyss that formed in the seemingly infinite space behind ones eyelids. Not that he was consciously peering into the abyss mind you. It sort of over took him once he felt his consciousness let his body fall to a heap on the concrete.

A boy had arrived, not that he knew yet of course. A very odd boy who seemed to have no idea how the human body operated at all and whoa there tiger if you're gonna feel him up, at least take him to dinner first.

It would have been a dead (or perhaps live) giveaway to his current status if the other knew how to take a pulse, but as he didn't...

The brunette did regain consciousness, however, thoughts through his mind like ripples in a pond. But the one the bubbled to the surface the fastest, the fiercest, even more pressing than 'what happened' or 'where am i' was... 'who is this stranger groping me in a street'?

He must be looking for a pulse but... well he wasn't very good at it, meaning it was just some stranger and not someone legitimately qualified for this.

Eyelids creaked open, ever so slightly, revealing bits of his sparkling golden eyes. He could make out the faint shape of a green blob with a white blur on top. Must be the one intent on touching him.

"I have a pulse if that's what you're looking for. Please stop running your fingers over me, I'm a stranger to you, not a porcelain doll."

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“I see, well…”

He tapped his chin. Obviously he would be looking for shelter. He didn’t seem to have a mask on, and in a dangerous place like this, well, everyone who wasn’t deemed insane with that weird-looking bear mask on would probably want to find shelter as fast as humanely possible.

Wait a minute. Classmates? Had he…gone to Hope’s Peak, perhaps? It would definitely not be out of the question, but there could be other schools around where he could be going to as well.

“As I probably mentioned, I’m looking for shelter, too. Do you have a specific place in mind, Hajime-san…?”

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"Not particularly, no. As long as it's safe, I think I'll be fine."

He crossed his arms over his ample bosom chest and thought. Well, he might as well ask the kid what was on his mind.

"Hey uh... by any chance did you go to Hope's Peak Academy?"

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Ah, hearing it a second time felt even better. Was it bad of him to take pleasure in Hinata saying that, saying I’ll protect you as if he didn’t hate Komaeda? He knew he wasn’t Hinata’s friend, Hinata had his reasons, as he kept making crystal clear. But even if they were prefaced by ‘I don’t want to,’ Hinata’s words just felt so good…

“Don’t worry about her, I’ll make sure she stays away from you. I don’t think you’re her type anyway…” Well, that was one way to say it. “The dorms are this way.”

Zero bullets or not, Komaeda was determined to do his best to guard Hinata’s life with his own, regardless of Hinata wanting to protect him. Luckily, Komaeda had been through this area twice already, and knew the better paths to take to avoid trouble, so by a miracle of hope mixed with emotions Komaeda didn’t want to address just yet, they managed to make it to the back door of the dormitory without being spotted.

Not that inside felt much safer, but Komaeda did believe in safety in numbers, especially in this case, and so he only had to check that the entryway was clear of despairing girls before ushering Hinata inside and breaking the silence.

“Here we are, home sweet home.” It was a bit run-down and dark, but at least it had solid walls and beds. “The first door here is my room, if you want you can take the one right next to it? That way if anything happens in the middle of the night, we’ll be able to alert each other quickly!” Though the whole place had given off a bad air the last time, with Hinata here it felt… warmer. More comfortable. “There’s a bathroom at the end of the hall with a shower in it. It’s shared, but that’s probably for the best. You can shower first and I’ll stand guard, okay?” Maybe ‘more normal’ was what he was feeling. A partnership of any kind with Hinata… it was like old times. Somehow, it made it feel like maybe things were going to be okay.

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Hinata followed slightly behind Komaeda. To keep an eye on him, surely. And if he followed behind he'd be able to see where they're going and high tail it if he's led into a trap. Not that there would be a trap or anything but... well, Hinata could probably trust Komaeda about as far as he could throw him. Okay, LESS than Hinata could throw him, but still. Pipe clenched in his fist, the brunette followed to the school building.

Once inside he surveyed his surroundings. It wasn't perfect by any means, but it also wasn't as dilapidated as he'd imagined either. For a post apocalyptic living situation, it had its perks. Perks like running water and indoor plumbing.

He turned back to Komaeda once the idea of rooms was brought up.

"I admit, the idea of being close enough to alert the other in case of danger. Alright, I suppose it can't hurt..."

His ahoge practically wiggled in excitement at the prospect of indulging in ablutions. Hmm... he DID see a department store on the way to the dorm as well. Maybe once he didn't smell so rank he could go and look into a change of clothes.

"I don't see why standing guard is even necessary, unless you mean that girl but... either way I'm going to take a shower. And then head to the department store."

Turning on the heel of his scuffed white sneakers, the teen made a brisk walk toward the shower. 

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I can hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums || {dtm open}

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Boy meets girl.  It’s the oldest story there is.

Boy meets girl by crashing into her is a time-honored variation, especially where anime is concerned.

Boy meets girl by crashing into her in a post-apocalyptic world full of rioters where they may well be the only sane survivors…A tad over-specific, but still workable.

It really was a slim chance that of all people who would be going for the same hiding space from the opposite direction, just out of view, that person would be Tsumiki Mikan - although her constant tendency to fall over things was probably a factor.

“H-Huwah!”

A physicist might find themselves questioning the laws of gravity after watching Mikan trip.  They would definitely find themselves looking at her undies.  Somehow, she’d managed to land headfirst in an open garbage can.  The lid came down on her exposed behind, a cherry on the deluxe sundae of utter embarrassment.  There was a pause, and then a hesitant voice spoke out from the tinny depths.

“U…Um…was that…H-H-Hinata-kun…?”

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One must always watch where they're going, especially in the ever changing world of the not so far future. He would appreciate running into a former classmate. Not literally of course, however, that was exactly what he proceeded to do.

Stopping once he ran into something, or in this case, someone, he looked around. What just happened?? Who did he...?

Oh...

Only one person he knew was clumsy enough for this to happen and that person was Tsumiki Mikan. Seeing her exposed behind emerging from the wastebin, he tried not to linger on looking up he skirt as he walked up, pulling the lid off.

"Tsumiki, are you alright?"

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“Hinata… wants to protect me?”

“…I see.” So that’s how it was. Maybe Komaeda could play along with this for a while. It was better if Hinata didn’t remember, wasn’t it? It felt a little wrong to keep him in the dark, but telling him everything now would just be detrimental to keeping them both alive. And.. it was nice, being told that kind of thing.

“Most people would just tell me I would have to survive on my own, or even wish me a quick death, you know? You’re a really good person, Hinata.” His voice was quiet, but he meant every word. It was okay to play pretend for a while.

“Anyway, the offer still stands… There’s a girl living there right now too, she’s a bit of a creep and I had to leave to get away from her, but I think as long as we stay together we’ll be okay. And it’s the only place I’ve found so far, so I think it’s the best bet. It’s not too far away, I can show you the way..?”

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"No no, I don't WANT to, I HAVE to. You're the first familiar face I've encountered and I have a feeling that you'll be somewhat important to restoring my memories... So I'll protect you, alright?"

Aha, so that's it. Komaeda not only wants to be around him, but wants to escape this creepy girl as well... and bring Hinata home with him, probably as a buffer between them. Thanks Komaeda.

"Wh--? A creepy girl? That you had to leave? AT YOUR OWN SHELTER? I...." a heavy sigh escaped his lips. "I don't really have a choice in the matter, since going with you seems like the better option here."

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komaeda is talking to hinata about nothing in particular when suddenly hinata straightens up and goes “oh my god”

he goes “oh my god, komaeda, i’ve remembered. i remember what my talent is”

“you did???” komaeda says buzzing with excitement “what is it, hinata-kun!”

hinata turns to look at him with the same blank gaze of a cow looking at an oncoming train

“my talent is not giving a shit about what you have to say” and he gets up and leaves

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I can hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums || {dtm open}

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The first time, they had all had their memories taken, and Hinata had just had a little more taken than anyone else. This time, though, this time it mattered, this time there were things that couldn’t just be ignored, this time there was so much Komaeda couldn’t have Hinata forgetting, it wasn’t fair it wasn’t fair it wasn’t fair—!

“…You’re… joking, right? Ha ha, what a horrible sense of humor you’ve gained, Hinata, that’s… that’s a really terrible joke!!”

“There’s no way— you remember your… your Super High-School Level talent, right?” He wasn’t sure he could handle this, not right now. “We… we talked a lot, all that couldn’t have just disappeared.” No no no he’d told him so much, they’d gotten so… close…

But in the end, it didn’t really matter. Obviously dirt like him wasn’t worth staying in Hinata’s memory. Close bonds weren’t possible for Scum of the Earth Komaeda Nagito, that much had been proven to him time and time again, and now this too, Hinata had forgotten things, what little progress made was now probably long gone. And here, surrounded by despair… what were the odds of it ever happening again? And if there was one thing Komaeda could trust his luck to be no help in, it was people.

“Well.. anyway, I’m sure it doesn’t matter. Don’t worry, maybe you’ll… remember it again soon.”

“Until then, you have to stay safe. I… I’ll do whatever I can to help you. I won’t let you stay anywhere unless I’m there to protect you.” With his bullet-less gun.

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"This isn't a joke Komaeda, I really don't remember. Not enough, anyway..."

"My Super High School Level talent? I can't forget that twice I should know this ah...."

He racked his brain for an answer, finally coming up with "we'll discuss that later."

"I'm sure I'll remember eventually, it must just be the shock of ending up somewhere else. Or something. Either way don't worry about it."

He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at Komaeda. "Protection my ass, you're out of bullets. I guess I have to protect you, don't I?"

"What a pain."

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I can hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums || {dtm open}

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…Wait, really?

“That was a pretty quick decision, it couldn’t be that you’re planning on killing me in my sleep? Ah, I guess it’s easier if I’m not aware, huh? You can blindfold me if that will make it easier for you, or we could try to find chloroform or something else that will knock me out so I won’t wake up in the middle and throw you off—” Honestly, he was pretty certain Hinata wasn’t planning anything of the kind. Hinata really was too soft for that sort of thing, and Komaeda knew it wouldn’t make a difference no matter how much he helped Hinata along. He didn’t want to die anyway.

“After everything that happened, I can’t think of any other reason you’d say yes. Unless you’ve become a Super High-School Level Amnesiac again.” He laughed, though even to himself it sounded a bit forced. Making jokes was supposed to help ease tension, wasn’t it? But as soon as the words had left his mouth, a disturbing unease settled over Komaeda instead.

“Haha, of course you… remember everything, right?”

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"Stop talking about me killing you, you're starting to get on my nerves."

Hinata grimaced, thinking about the methods Komaeda mentioned. Not only did it bother him how much Komaeda was willing to die, but how much he was willing to help as well.

"Maybe I have my own reasons."

He stopped when Komaeda asked him about his memory.

"Remember?! REMEMBER?! How could I possibly forg--....!"

It was then that Hinata realized, he was drawing a blank! No no no no this couldn't happen again. He thought hard but all he got was blackness and hazy recollections of certain events, with clear memories of others.

"...I forget..."

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“Oh, don’t worry about this!” With an easy grin, he pulled the trigger with a resounding click.

“See? Totally empty! I only had one bullet, and the gun went off accidentally a little while ago, so I’m all out!” Without missing a beat he returned the handgun to his side. “So… you have the upper hand. I can’t even defend myself if you decide to kill me. In fact, if doing so will help raise your hope, please don’t hesitate.”

Ah, apparently even a bit of speed was enough to survive in this despair-ridden place. Or Hinata was lying. But Komaeda wanted to believe him, at least for now. And really…

“But I do… know a place. I found somewhere that’s fairly safe. There are separate rooms, and even a shower, it’s pretty comfortable… I had already planned on settling there for a while though, so if you don’t want to be near me, I understand.” He swallowed roughly, not sure why Hinata would ever accept his offer, but a big part of him wanted Hinata to be safe…

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Hinata flinched when Komaeda pulled the trigger, expecting everything to be done with already and... somehow he was still alive.

"D-Don't fire the gun to prove a point! That isn't safe and it's not funny!"

He did however enjoy the idea of having the upper hand here. At least until Komaeda said something about killing him.

"In no way would I want to indulge your fantasies. And... I could never kill anyone."

Komaeda regained Hinata's attention at the mention of a shelter. On one hand, staying with Komaeda wasn't very high on his list on priorities. On the other hand, he could keep an eye on him.

"I accept your offer, if that's alright with you."

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Chihiro’s gaze switched over to the pipe as the other lowered it. He fidgeted slightly, and when the other spoke his name, he looked back at him.

“…Hajime-san, is it….It’s…very nice to meet you.”

He pauses. Was he not much of a talker? Then again, perhaps he was just being blunt. He seemed pretty ordinary. Much like someone else he remembered…he wondered if they were doing alright…

“I…see you have a pipe. Are you looking for some shelter…?”

How those two sentences fit with each other, he’d never know.

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"I...pipe, yeah, it was the first thing I found so..."

He heard the other mention a shelter. So, there were others around like him, looking for a place to live. Well, of course there were, people NOT looking for a home would be very off.

"I am. Looking for shelter, I mean. I'm also hoping to find some of my classmates around, as well."

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I can hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums || {dtm open}

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It wasn’t easy to find a place to rest, but Komaeda’s body wasn’t made for constant running and fighting, and eventually he’d been forced to hide away somewhere to make himself invisible. Permanent shelter was still nowhere to be found, but that was okay. Even if he couldn’t trust his luck for this, he had hope. He would find somewhere safe to sleep, somewhere he could rest for more than a few minutes. Maybe even before he passed out in the street somewhere.

The trouble of wedging himself into small out of the way spaces was that, for one, he was actually kind of tall so ‘small’ didn’t work so well, and also, it could easily leave him vulnerable. Even when he was trying to catch his breath he ended up on edge, waiting for the next dangerous situation.

And it came, only a minute or two after he’d started breathing normally again, in the sound of footsteps, hasty and uneven. Komaeda wasn’t very well hidden, his only option was to face whoever was coming head-on, really… he stood up and stretched just a bit, looking around to see if there was anything he could use as a weapon. Hm, seemed pretty empty… He sighed and took his gun from his hip instead. It wasn’t like he was going to use it — he couldn’t even if he wanted to — but he’d learned that waving a gun could do some good in getting past the less crazy ones.

Heavy metal in his hand, he started moving towards the sound of footsteps, since it was better to sneak up on someone than be snuck up on. He raised the gun to chest level and rounded the corner quickly— and stopped dead in his tracks.

“…Hinata?”

That… couldn’t be right, could it? “How have you survived this long?” Was he doing something unsavory to survive, or had he somehow gotten lucky on his own? Maybe some of Komaeda’s luck had even rubbed off on him.

But then, frozen here staring at Hinata (gun still pointed at him but totally forgotten), Komaeda had to wonder if this was a turn of good luck or bad.

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A familiar voice prickled in his ears, a familiar green swept past his vision and there before him stood

"K-Komaeda?!"

He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed to see Komaeda of all people had found him. But at the same time, it was still a familiar face. However... he was ENTIRELY uncomfortable with...

"P-Put the gun away! Don't wave those things around."

He still gripped his pipe by his side. Just because it was Komaeda didn't mean he could exactly calm down, even with how blatantly hypocritical he was acting by doing that.

"How did I...? I'm fast. That's all I really need, for now, while I can locate a shelter."