ăA gentle sigh grabs  Komaedaâs attention - as if Hinata didnât have most of it already. Itâs a familiar, disappointed sigh; Komaeda canât help but feel disappointed himself, in himself. That feeling is familiar as well.
ăTheir eyes meet and a sharp chill runs down Komaedaâs spine. Unusual though it is, itâs overwhelmed by a sudden feeling of intense disgust. âOf course,â he mutters, half to himself. âI didnât have a reason to bother you, really. I was only passing by and I noticed your door was open. Mm, but I should have known better than to force my company on you - especially in the privacy of your own room!â
   Hinata looks at him, his eyes holding nothing but utter mockery with the others presence. He could feel the oncoming feelings of a headache, already his brain pulsing with a familiar tingle of pain.Â
   The brunette listened to Komaeda speak, rolling his eyes as he rambled on about bothering him. Honestly, he did not care. There were more important things to him than Komaedas insecurity about talking to him. He pushed himself back, away from his desk and stood up. "Oh please, you're the least disgusting of everyone else here, you know that. You make me the least sick, you should be happy about that." he explained to the boy.Â
   "If you're going to talk to me, please shut the door."










