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This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
IF YOU SCROLL PAST THIS UNFOLLOW ME IMMEDIATELY I SWEAR TO GOD
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Delay Persona 5 One. More. Time. I dare you.
Sorry for my lack of updates, but my laptop is fixed (I needed a new screen for some reason), and I’ve added Chapter 17, and 18 of ‘I Want Help’ :-)
Laptop is being fixed! Fingers crossed my work is saved. If not I will cry while trying to remember exactly what I wrote for the end of I Want Help.
KomaHina is being implied as canon?... ... ... I'm fine.
people: Hinata hates Komaeda! Their love and friendship is totally one-sided! Especially after sdr2 he wouldn’t just forgive him and be his frie -
DR3:
I am updating I Want Help, I haven’t forgot about it! It’s just my laptop is not working and everything is saved on word.
Two ahoges are better than one, right?
Naegami, please? (since you did it before and it was great) For the request thing? Specifically, their wedding. And, Byakuya's perspective would slay me, so yeah from Byakuya's perspective. Like, Byakuya thinking that Makoto was too good for him and why would he marry me. Overly conceited people having major insecurities is my aesthetic. Please? Thank you!
I did something slightly different with this, instead of them actually getting married I changed it slightly, I hope it’s okay :)
how about - K and H during a school health checkup, and one sees the other with his top off and the latter catches him staring. What ensues is up to you. ;) (Ah, but only if you're not busy, I don't want to trouble you!)
Of course not! Sorry for such the late reply, wow this was sent a long time ago! I’m so sorry! I hope this is good enough for you Anon!:)Warning: Mentions of sexual awareness.
It’s that time of year where the school insists on checking the welfare of its students. Hajime, frankly, hates it. He hates how he has to take his top off and stand in just his PE shorts, so he can be weighed. Even though no one has to see him, other than the nurse, and the next student waiting for their turn; he still hates it. He finds it embarrassing.
When he found out earlier in the year that Nagito Komaeda would be standing behind him in the queue, he generally thought he was going to die of embarrassment. That meant Nagito Komaeda was going to see him topless. His crush nevertheless!
So when this priceless information was revealed, he went straight to the gym and bought a membership. No way in hell, was he going to let Nagito Komaeda see his body, unless it was something he could be proud of.
He went to boot camp, did weight lifting, yoga, high intensity fat burning lessons, running club- absolutely everything to ensure that his body was a sculptured temple.
Call him vain, he doesn’t care. If you knew your crush was going to be standing in the room while you were topless, you’d be doing the same thing he was. Don’t lie. Well, that’s the argument he gave to his friends anyway.
“Hajime Hinata and Nagito Komaeda, please,” the nurse called. The two boys stand, Hajime leaving his friends and Komaeda leaving his.
“Morning!” Komaeda chirped happily, his eyes closed in a large smile. Hajime does everything he can not to swoon, but he knows he’s blushed.
“Morning…” He mumbled, looking at the floor, the ceiling, the scary nurse tapping her foot impatiently- anywhere other than his crush.
“Komaeda, if you’d like to go first,” the nurse said, gesturing to the measuring stick stuck to the wall. Komaeda complies, standing against it, while the nurse measures him. “180 centre-metres,” she said aloud, writing it down. Komaeda steps away from the wall and smiles at Hajime.
“I’m still taller!” He chimed happily. Hajime bristles, he’s always wanted to be taller than Komaeda, but whenever he grew, Komaeda would grow a centre-metre taller- Hajime’s sure he does it on purpose.
“By one inch!” Hajime exclaimed. Komaeda laughs, his laugh that manages to make every single nerve in Hajime’s body stand on edge from delight. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can make him any more alert than Komaeda’s wonderful laugh.
“Please stand on the scales,” the nurse said. Hajime’s jaw drops and his whole body flushes red.
He stands corrected.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, can make him more alert than Nagito Komaeda’s body. His chest is perfectly rounded and not too big for his body, and he has flawless skin that seems to glow… And his hip bones, WELL, they are sharp and prominent, jutting out at the perfect angle; making Hinata’s groin burn with the urge to touch them.
“Ahem. Hinata, would you mind standing by the measuring stick please,” the nurse said, snapping Hajime out of his daze. He manages to get warmer, his whole face and neck probably as red as the blood threatening to spill from his nose. It doesn’t help that Komaeda is looking at him with an amused, but curious smile.
Hinata moves automatically to the measuring stick, already knowing his height.
“I79 centre-metres,” the nurse confirmed. Hinata nods and walks to the scales, taking his top off over his head. “Okay, step on.” He obliges and stands on the scales, casting a hesitant look in Komaeda’s direction, and instantly flushing red.
Komaeda is staring at Hajime’s body with pink cheeks and a parted mouth. It almost makes him self-conscious, but the look Komaeda has on his face eases any of his worry…
“Okay boys,” the nurse said, but Komaeda continues to stare at Hajime like he never heard, and Hajime continues to stare at Komaeda, afraid to look away. “Boys,” the nurse repeated, somewhat loudly. Komaeda snaps his head up and turns crimson.
Hajime slides his top back on and takes a seat at the nurses desk, Komaeda sitting beside him. Both of them are bright red, eyes fixated on the nurse, not daring to look at the other.
“Your physical health is important, but so is your sexual health.” Hajime chokes on air, and Komaeda looks like he’s swallowed something sharp. “You’re at that age now where sex starts to become appealing, and you start to develop attraction. You must remember to use protection and have regular check up’s at the doctors- or even here, I’m always around on Tuesday’s. Just to be on the safe side,” she added. Hajime wants to run as far away as possible. To hide and never come out.
“Okay, you’re free to go now,” she said, and Hajime doesn’t think he could get up faster even if he tried. Komaeda makes haste for the door and practically trips over his own feet on the way out.
Blushing, Hajime and Komaeda walk in silence to the locker rooms to get changed.
As they round the corner, Komaeda stops and turns around. Hajime regards him questionably.
“Everything okay?” He asked, his voice shaky, Komaeda’s hip bones permanently imbedded into his mind. He’s going to have a restless sleep…
“Um… Do you want to… Maybe… um… Get some ice cream after school?” Komaeda stuttered, his speech broken and spaced. Hajime flushes red and stares at Komaeda like he’s just asked for a kidney.
Getting increasingly uncomfortable under Hajime’s stare, Komaeda waves his hands around and said loudly, “Never mind! F-forget it! I’ll just… I’ll just go by myself! I usually do everything on my own anyway, so…” He scratches the back of his neck and looks down, his eyes disappointed and face teetering on, what could be, hurt.
Just as Komaeda goes to walk away, Hajime grabs his arm and makes a strange noise- like he’s being restrained. Komaeda turns with wide eyes and stares expectantly.
“I’d love to!” Hajime yelled, not meaning to shout so loud. Komaeda nods surprised, and smiles slightly.
“Okay… I’ll see you l-later then!” And he turns and runs into the locker room. Thankful, Hajime lets out a frustrated breath and relaxes his shoulders.
God that was tense.
Seventeen years later.
“…You had a crush on me? How embarrassing,” Nagito said, pulling a face. Hajime rolls his eyes and places an arm on the back of the sofa.
“We’re married Nagito,” he said. Nagito laughs and snuggles close to him, nudging his face with his slightly upturned, pointed nose.
“I know, and that makes me happy.”
Hajime smiles, and drops his arm so it rests around his husband; lightly tracing circles on the skin of his hipbone.
“Good,” Hajime said, kissing Nagito’s temple gently. “Because that makes me happy.” Nagito returns his smile, his nose crinkling, making Hajime’s heart swell even to this day- seventeen years later. “Now, this ice cream isn’t going to eat itself.”
“Dibs on the slated caramel!”
“Well, obviously, that’s why I bought it!”
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