[ Text ] [ To: THAT GUY ] You were beyond wrecked man.

[ Text ] [ To: THAT GUY ] Also pretty sure they were close to taking you to jail though considering how drunk you were.

[ Text ] [ To: THAT GUY ] I have to say you were the lucky one, cause if you said that I would dissociate from you forever. Cause fuck going to jail for that.

[ Text ] [ To: evil naegi ] thats ridiculous but you know what im glad i didnt go to jail 

[ Text ] [ To: evil naegi ] id probably get shanked within the first 19 minutes of being there 

[ Text ] [ To: evil naegi ] and wow you know i would have at least went to bail you out if it was you

    Yawns a bit and rubs her eyes as he spoke, seeming to be getting tired but doing her best to stay up. “I’m ok with that. What else do you want to watch?”

He yawns as well, stretching his body out on the couch. "Don't know. Are we still watching romance's or did you want something else." He replies, covering his face with a pillow.

Send me ' ~♫' For my muse to sing to yours, with random lyrics from a song the mun heard recently.

"Oh you did? I must have been distracted then." As she doesn’t remember ignoring him and making him suffer another movie of the notebook. "But snacks are needed for a movie night."

"Next time I'm picking the movie or we're reading books."

"Fine, you could have just said so earlier if you didn’t want to watch it."

"I did say so earlier. You didn't listen and left me here alone while you went to buy more snacks."

狛枝凪斗の25年間

Tamadeko’s complete 123 page illustration log on Pixiv is the single most beautiful piece of fanwork for Komaeda that I’ve ever seen.

It’s called "The 25 Years of Komaeda Nagito" and as the title suggests, it follows Komaeda’s life; from beginning to end.

It does take some liberties near the middle to the end, where Komaeda and Hinata are involved romantically. But I’m absolutely positive that any fan of Komaeda will be just as affected by the bittersweet story Tamadeko has worked so hard to create. 

Words aren’t nearly enough to describe how heartrendingly gorgeous this work is, so I ask that you check it out for yourselves. It honestly took my breath away.

For the sake of appeal, apart from a huge wall of text, here is one of the stunning illustrations from the stack:

As a note, the artist has asked that her works not be uploaded to other sites, so please be mindful of that! Enjoy it in its original state on Pixiv.

And if you were taken with it as much as I am, rate it with full stars in the upper right hand corner of the page. Tamadeko also speaks a little English, so leaving her some kind messages in the comments section would be a very meaningful gesture.

Which tumblr user do you ship me with?

"That's not something you just blurt out at people without context."

Reunion | relicuus ; closed |

Uncertainty clouded her mind as he finally spoke, little notches and falters in his words and her actions as she processed each one gradually. Silence blanketed it’s cold atmosphere between them, a softening of her expression to lose it’s sad smile akin to his own. Green, no hints of red texture within his eyes signalling to her that Kamukura wasn’t on the verge of re-appearing at such an inconvenient time. It was Hinata she was speaking to, no more, no less.

And like her, his pride and nature to want to be independent had forced the six month separation. Perhaps it was mildly her own fault, rushing to help him at his beck and call. Regardless of it being a part of her job, the way he worded it made it sound as though the constant help rendered him as u s e l e s s . Overly d e p e n d e n t . A t o d d l e r . And she herself was one of the main causes. Not that if she ever mentioned it, he’d allow her to think.

Weakness and hate filled her mind, only directed towards herself. She felt weak for giving in so easily, and hate for what she about to do. But at the same time, on the opposite side of the spectrum, she wanted to. Even if it was to only reaffirm her own thoughts and to settle his worries. It was an excessive measure of something she understood, and probably would have (regrettably) done in the same situation. Perhaps then, their roles would have been switched, and he’d be the one reprimanding her.

Tugging him down to her level by his tie once more, though far gentler than the previous attempt, she pressed her lips softly against his own. Slowly, her hands moved from his tie and joined each other around his neck, holding that position for just another moment before her lips finally departed from his.

❝ Of course I do. I wouldn’t have bothered looking for you if I didn’t. Your return is the best birthday present I’ve ever been given. ❞

Fingers pulling at his tie again, he almost put up his hands in defense of her actions. He didn't expect to feel lips pressing to his own, a sense of warmth flooding through his chest evenly as he realized shes not that mad and it made him flutter on the inside. 

Her choice to forgive him quickly was one he valued, breathing out excess air through his nose, a practice he had formed from kissing her when she came through, Six months later couldn't make him forget. But it could make him forget the way she smelled, like home. Like the way being n o r m a l  might have tasted if it could be made into a taste. Every part of her body was something that could explain how helpless he really was.

And how perfect she made him feel.

His hands found her waist, settling on them in a way that made him nervous he was going to fast for being gone for six months. But she pulled away slowly and he looked down at her. His green eyes blinking slowly, before he kissed her forehead softly.

"I would hope. Getting a boyfriend for a birthday present does seem like a pretty big deal to me." He tried to laugh a little, holding her cheeks with his hands.

"I made you a cake too...If you want that."

«❴♘❵»  ❝ Do you wish for me to accompany you..? ❞

"If you want to, it'd be nice honestly. I never get to speak with you often."

[ Text ] [ To: THAT GUY ] You sure wrecked it all right, along with the keg and yourself after you finished.

[ Text ] [ To: THAT GUY ] Seriously how were you able to get up and shout at the police instead of pass out is beyond me.

[ Text ] [ To: evil naegi ] i wasnt that wrecked okay i was just kinda there

[ Text ] [ To: evil naegi ] but its because i suddenly wanted to yell at the cops [ Text ] [ To: evil naegi ] you're lucky i didnt yell "FUCK THE POLICE"

  — Expecting a reply from the brunet that did not come, Komaeda blinked. Honestly, Hinata was very predictable and so he expected him to brush off his comment about him not being able to ‘play’ nurse. He must have not know that if he had done it, then Komaeda might have really been the last person to see him alive. Besides, he didn’t want to see Hinata-kun’s blood. Even back at the hospital, he had turn his head every time the nurses took blood from him.

   But now he knew that it wasn’t his problem anymore. As of now, it became the real nurses’ problem. He dialed the emergency number and asked for an ambulance. "I doubt you’d want me to be the last person to see you alive, Hinata-kun." 

   Doubt. Why did he use that word? "You’ll be fine, Hinata-kun. From someone who’s spent a great part of his life in a hospital, I can assure you that they always do a remarkable job." No. Not really. Not always. They couldn’t fix him. But he was cursed. Hinata-kun wasn’t. "Huh?" he blinked, taking in consideration Hinata’s terrified face. "Or could it be you’re scared of hospitals?"

Hinata tensed up, looking like he might just run away and leave, he might just do it. He wasn't ready to go back to a hospital, a room with white sheets and the smell of antiseptic that would burn his nostrils. He went through it once and the idea of doing it again was scary. Glancing at Komeda, he chewed his lip, shaking his head.

"It'd be better than a doctor seeing me as the last person alive." He mumbles, now trying to once again hide his fear. It was better that way, maybe if he didn't act as scared he wouldn't be anymore. Maybe.

At the comment, he nodded, taking his words into consideration. The question threw him off guard though, making him turn his head in shame. "Maybe? Maybe. I just don't like them, I get..bad memories for them I guess." He mutters quietly, pushing himself up a little, before realizing that was stupid. "Help me up, I think I'm losing feeling in my leg." He adds on, loosening the knot on his thigh. He didn't return the jacket though, still keeping it near him.