Archive of Our Own

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Hinata looked at his watch, raising an eyebrow. “...Do you think she's coming?” He murmured.

His father shrugged. “I'm not sure. She seemed like she would over the phone. But…you know her. Drop of a hat, and…” He waved a hand in a vague gesture that Hinata was supposed to understand. And somehow, he did.

Komaeda picked at the muffin he'd ordered, “So, how's teaching, Mr. Hinata?” He chuckled.

“I told you to drop it with that.” His father chuckled. “And it's just fine, it's nothing too formal like the way you're saying it.”

“Well, teaching others to oil paint is wonderful. At least I think so.” Komaeda said. “Don't you agree, Hajime?”

Hinata snorted. “It would be, if he'd let me inherit even a little bit of his skills. I still can't draw a stick figure.”

“Book a lesson.” His father stated simply, taking a sip from his coffee cup. “You haven't painted since you were in elementary school.”

“There's a reason for that.” Hinata said, reminded of his piles of failed canvases. Komaeda seemed to be the only subject he could render with enough love to make it semi-passable. And his dad had gifted them a beautiful portrait of them on their five-year anniversary anyway.

The atmosphere was nice in the little coffee shop they'd chosen to meet at. The cheap carpet had a mix of colorful designs, maybe chosen to hide coffee stains lingering in the threads. Either way, the smell of the beans wafted in the air. The older wooden chairs they sat still felt cozy, more like they were worn in than worn out by many appreciative customers.

But this atmosphere wouldn't last for long. Because Hinata heard the distinct pattern of familiar footsteps. He'd memorized it over the course of years. And somehow, despite almost turning twenty-eight, that pattern was still inside his mind. Each step felt like a blow to the head, but Komaeda squeezed his hand. And he took a breath.

His mother looked…bad. Older. Well, she was older, but she didn't age like his father did. 

Her head was completely gray now. She'd probably be approaching sixty-something at this point, but Hinata didn't expect her to look like this. He expected her to age like his father, with wrinkles formed from a smile or crows feet from laughter. But she looked nothing of the sort. She looked tired. With thick, dark rings underneath her eyes.  She pulled out a seat to sit down beside her ex-husband, and the silence that hung in the air felt suffocating.

“Taro.” She murmured.

“Hello, Ena. How are you doing?” He said immediately, and Hinata heard the glint of concern in his voice.

“I'm fine.” She didn't bother to ask him, looking at Hinata and Komaeda. She folded her hands in front of her. Her hair was tied over her shoulder, draped over a cheap suit. She used to dress with more…presentation. Even when donning a plain grey suit, she used to wear a purple pocket square for a pop or color. But the black, plain uniform she had on now was as featureless as the rest of her.

Hinata…felt mad. He felt mad immediately. He didn't think he was going to, but he did. Why was she looking at him with so much…boredom?

“...You look like shit.” 

Komaeda looked at him, his expression disappearing under a hand that covered his mouth. He was resisting a gasp, but Hinata couldn't care less.

“...You've always had such a way with words when it comes to embarrassing me.” She murmured. He expected her to say more, but she looked…disarmed, somehow.

“You've said much worse to me.” Hinata said. “Besides, I'm here-”

“Is that him?” His mother pointed at Komaeda.

Komaeda raised an eyebrow, just looking at her blankly.

“As in, my boyfriend? Life partner?” Hinata asked.

“Sure. Whatever you want to call it.”

“Yes. This is my partner.” Hinata said, gesturing to Komaeda pleasantly, as if presenting a painting. Komaeda looked at her directly, almost pointedly scratching his neck with the promise ring on his left hand.

“We've met before.” Komaeda reminded her.

“We have. We brought you to church.”

“Yes. We talked about sewing, if I remember right.” 

“Yes. You're a perfectly average boy.” She said, pulling her purse into her lap.

“...Thank you?”

“It would be best if you didn't throw that away by staying with my son.” She said. She folded her glasses up, placing them in a case in her purse.

“I'm sorry?” Komaeda said, and Hinata wordlessly watched his mother put the purse back down. Anger broiled in his veins. But she was trying to get a rise out of him. He wouldn't let her.

“It's clear to me that whatever lifestyle my son wants to lead, he can lead it. But don't let him drag you into his degeneracy.”

Komaeda looked down, and Hinata watched him observe his outfit. He'd worn a black jacket with a cropped T-shirt, and a pair of jeans so ripped they barely counted as jeans. He'd also dyed a red streak into his hair a couple weeks ago, and Hinata remembered helping him do it while they were both giggly and tipsy. Hinata woke up with a stripe of cherry red on his neck because Komaeda had cuddled him so close after washing the dye out.

Hinata wasn't sure how much more ‘degenerate’ Komaeda could look. Especially compared to Hinata's jean jacket and graphic tee. 

“Listen, I don't think you understand the position you're in right now.” Komaeda said, sitting up properly. “I'm not doing you any favors or convincing my partner of anything. So telling me that he's the bad influence just doesn't make any sense.” He said, pointing to Hinata with a thumb.

“...Ena, are you…?” His father trailed off, the implications in his tone clear. Had she gone crazy after everything that had happened?

The possibility his mother might be losing her mind passed over Hinata, and it made him panic for just one moment. Just one.

“... Don't be worried about me.” She murmured, pausing. He reached into her bag again, withdrawing a pack of cigarettes. Hinata immediately frowned, wondering when his mother picked up smoking.

“Mom, you can't smoke in here.” Hinata said pointedly. “It’s…illegal?”

“Right.” She murmured in a disappointed manner, dropping it back inside the bag languidly.

“And since when do you smoke?” He asked. Every action his mother took felt…off. Like she was a different person entirely, but not in the way he'd secretly hoped for.

“Don't worry about it, it's…it's not important.” She took a breath, and coughed into her palm.

Hinata looked around their small table. “Okay, then I'm just…I'm just going to ask. What the hell happened after I left? You went totally silent. I asked Dad where you were, but he just kept calling and you didn't answer. So what's the story? Do you just…not want me around?” 

His mother toyed with her utensils. “It's…much more complex than that. You'll understand when you're older.”

“I'm twenty-eight, mom.” He said.

His mother raised her brows. “Goodness. It has been a long time.” She said, almost humorously.

Her scattered tone made Hinata feel a deep sense of unease. He wanted to get up and leave, but…some horrible, guilty part of him needed to know if his mother was going to be able to survive.

“Well, I…went back home.” She shrugged. “My home when I was a young girl. The one I eloped from. Your father loves to tell that story. It makes him sound like such a hero.”

His father shrugged, looking embarrassed.

Hinata frowned. “You went all the way to the countryside?”

“It's not that far, Hajime.” She said, “But I was living in the home my parents left me. I talked to some of our old family, but…they couldn't believe I'd just left the home like that. They called it ‘untraditional’, and ‘blasphemous to the perfect, godly family’.”

“They shunned you for not adhering perfectly to God's supposed ideal image of a family? That totally surprises me.” Hinata said sarcastically.

“Watch it.”

“Watch what? My life speed away from me? I don't think I will. Not anymore.”

“You are such an ungrateful child.”

“You're such a horrible mother. If I could even call you that.” They began to argue, and Hinata's father raised a hand in front of his mother.

“Hush, Ena. Just…talk about your life. For a bit. Then you can go.” He said calmly.

His mother sighed. “I withdrew from my retirement savings to patch up the house, but it was too little too late. It fell apart without anyone there to upkeep it. Now I'm back to working at a different company. The job is boring. I type in numbers all day. And I'll probably do that until I die. Not that anyone at this table would care, of course.” She said, crossing her arms and turning her head.

Hinata rolled his eyes so hard he thought they might get stuck there. “Oh my God.” He murmured.

Komaeda shook his head slowly. “...Do you even regret anything that happened?” He asked Hinata's mother.

“Like what?” She asked.

“...Like…giving your son permanently high standards for himself? Religious guilt? Self esteem issues?” Komaeda asked.

“How about this, mom?” He asked, raising his hand and pointing to the thin scar across his palm. “Do you even remember this?” 

His mother raised an eyebrow. “Apparently not.”

“It's a scar. From the cup? That you yelled at me for? When I left?”

“Right.” She said plainly.

Hinata looked at her. “...Would you like to say anything about that?”

“If you put a scar cream on there, it should clear up over time. I'm disappointed you haven't been doing that already.” She said simply.

Hinata let his hand drop to the table. And he quickly realized there was no point in this conversation whatsoever. He didn't even know why he came.

Hinata looked at her haggard form. Her tired face. Her hands. She used to paint her nails every week, but they were mysteriously bare. Maybe even that polish she loved so much had become too expensive to buy on her own. Maybe she had to sacrifice things to keep herself afloat. 

“...You're…so…wrong, mom.” He whispered.

She blinked curiously. “Excuse me?”

“What happened?” He whispered. “When did you stop caring?”

“...Hajime, I never stopped-”

“Yes, you did.” He said softly. “Mom, I don't know what happened, but…” 

His father reached out and gently squeezed the hand he was resting on the table. His face was soft and comforting, reminding him of something he had repeated over and over to himself on the way here:

You don't need closure to be happy.

He sighed softly and his mother looked…uncomfortable. It was like she was itching to get out and leave. Maybe she was, considering how quickly she reached for a pack of cigarettes only minutes ago.

“...You know what? I don't even care.” He whispered, taking a breath. “Whatever you want to do with your life, do it. I'm done asking for answers.”

His mother rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I'm sure. A persistent child like you was always coming back to me, no matter how many times you stormed off to your room.” 

Hinata felt pain from those remarks, but he knew the truth. Back then, he needed to come back to her for shelter, food, and love. But he didn't need her for any of those things anymore.

Hinata stood up, curling a hand around Komaeda's. Their fingers laced together comfortably, and his lover stood beside him, looking at him with a patient smile and sweet, encouraging eyes. Hinata gently leaned forward and kissed his nose. He looked to his mother, taking a calming breath.

“...Goodbye, Mom. Or…Ena. I hope you find something to fulfill your life. I hope you can find a home for yourself, even if you took mine away from me.” 

Ena looked away. Even now, she wouldn't respect him enough to look him in the eye. But Hinata didn't care. He'd always be more loved than someone who dedicated their life to hate.

His father stood up as well, straightening his jacket.

Ena blinked. “You're leaving, too?”

His father quirked an eyebrow. “I can't imagine you'd want me to stay, Ena.”

“Well, I figured you'd…want to…I don't know. Talk?”

His father sighed, squeezing his ex-wife’s shoulder. “We had many years to talk.” He said simply, walking around her to Hinata's side. 

Hinata turned away.

He took two steps in the direction of the lobby, only to hear a stunted, uncomfortably loud “Wait!”

He turned around, and his mother was on her feet, looking panicked. Hinata even noticed a hole in her pants, right above her left shoe.

“I'm…” 

Hinata watched her form the words in her mind. Words he had waited to hear for so long.

“I'm sorry.” She whispered. She looked like a kicked puppy. Begging for a scrap of the grace she used to receive from him everyday. “I-I'm sorry, okay? I'm…I'm sorry. I don't know what you want me to say.”

Komaeda was about to open his mouth, but he quickly shut it, turning his head away quickly.

Hinata squeezed his hand again, and he sighed. “It's too late.”

“But-”

“It's too late. ” 

“There's something-”

“The fact you're still talking to me like this is indicative enough that you don't-”

“ Please! After everything I've done, I'm owed-”

Komaeda stepped forward, and Hinata watched him nearly jab a black nail into the bottom of her chin. “Stop talking.” 

Hinata immediately watched his mother stiffen in either shock or anger, but it was the exact amount of silence Hinata needed to walk away, despite the sound of his lover's powerful voice raised against his mother.

He reached the exit of the restaurant before he realized Komaeda wasn't behind him. His dad was standing in the doorway, and Hinata felt his breath suspend in his lungs. He didn't want to subject his poor partner to his mother's wrath. It wouldn't be fair, he'd helped him with so much. He couldn't let that happen.

He was about to walk back, but he watched as white curls passed through the doorway, thanking his father for holding open the door.

“Hey, sorry for leaving you-”

“Why aren't you in the car yet? Let's blow this place.” Komaeda and him accidentally spoke over each other, before they both paused and processed each other's words.

Komaeda spoke first, able to gather his words faster than Hinata could, as usual.

“I did that so you'd be able to get out there. If she kept talking, I figured it'd keep going forever.”

His father nodded. “It might've.” He said, looking between them. 

Hinata sighed. “Still, I feel bad about leaving you like that.”

Komaeda smiled softly. “I'm not mad at all, honey. In fact, I probably would've done the same. Now, would you like to go home?”

Hinata nodded. “Yeah, actually. Dad, you want a ride home?”

He nodded. “Uh, please. Mina won't be home for a good bit, and I'd like to clean up a bit before she gets back.” 

Hinata had almost forgotten about his father's new girlfriend. It felt a bit weird to say in his mind, but he felt very grateful for her. She was nice, and fun. And a little talkative, which made her perfect for his great, yet still so very quiet dad. Komaeda and her managed to talk about art and fashion history for hours over a meal.

“Okay. We'll drop you off.” He said, smiling.

His dad stopped him though, a hand on his shoulder. “Wait.”

Hinata looked at him, “Yeah?” 

“You gonna be okay?”

The concern in his father's eyes spelled out everything he meant. 

Was that too much?

Should I have said more?

Was that healthy for you?

Hinata just nodded. “Yeah. I'm gonna decompress at home. I'm just glad she'll be gone.”

His father nodded. “Okay. Good.” And after a beat of silence, “I love you, Hammie.”

“I love you too, Dad.” 

Komaeda made a cute little noise of happiness, and Hinata felt his cheeks flush.

—

When they came home, Hinata groaned loudly. “Do you think Sonia would mind if we canceled on going to the reunion? Ten years away from highschool isn't long enough.”

“Oh, come on. It'll be fun!” Komaeda smiled, putting his coat away. “You can reconnect with old friends, discover where everyone's career path is, maybe even figure out who broke up and who has a baby on the way-”

“Pft, you just want to show everyone that you're still hot.” 

“And you ought to want to show me off.” Komaeda smiled, playfully adjusting the low-rising hem on his jeans, winking.

“Oooh, someone wants compliments, do they?” Hinata chuckled, putting his hands on Komaeda's hips from behind. 

Komaeda giggled, wiggling his hips against Hinata's front, “Mmmaybe.”

“Mm. Then how about this; I've spent ten years with you, I've loved every inch of you for a decade,” He began.

“Starting out good.”

Hinata giggled, “And I still haven't seen a single person that can hold a candle to how sexy you are.”

Komaeda turned a soft pink, even after years of compliments. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Not a single one can make me laugh like you, or soothe me after nightmares, or help me clean up after a bad day.”

Komaeda cooed, “Aww…” He giggled.

“But even outside of that…no one gets me riled up as much as you do.”

Komaeda whimpered, grinding back against him again. “Mmm…and nothing makes me want to touch you more than your little romantic speeches.” 

“I can do a lot less talking if you'd like…” Hinata whispered, leaning over his shoulder and sliding a hand down his midriff, making Komaeda's breath hitch-

Until his ringtone echoed out.

They both paused, locking eyes and clearly evaluating if they wanted to stop or check the phone.

“...Should I…?”

Hinata chuckled, “Worst case scenario, it's a telemarketer.”

Komaeda chuckled, picking up the phone and blinking at the screen. “Oh, it's Ibuki! I forgot, we're coordinating our outfits!”

Hinata blinked, “What? You're not coordinating with your boyfriend?” 

Komaeda giggled, “Unless you want to wear a black dress and spiderweb fishnets, no. Besides, I hate to say it, but Ibuki came before you.”

Hinata snorted, “I know. Even though I'd look pretty good in black and fishnets.”

“Oh. I know.” Komaeda purred, running a hand down his chest, making him giggle.

“Anyway, answer before she starts calling-”

Hinata's phone rang, and he immediately handed it to Komaeda, who laughed and picked up without even looking at the caller ID. 

Hinata backed away from his beautiful lover, hearing Komaeda start to gush about his outfit to Ibuki’s high-pitched screams. He knew he probably wouldn't be getting his phone back for a while, so he decided to take off his coat. He had a lot to process after today.

He went up to their shared room, passing by framed photos. Komaeda finally unearthed a couple of Hinata's baby photos, putting them beside Komaeda's. And accompanying them, was a little framed photo of baby Hideki Kuzuryu, Peko and Kuzuryu's little adopted bundle of…tantrums, but also cuteness.

Hinata had babysat him plenty of times, apparently the only worthy match for Hideki’s temper. Komaeda couldn't even tame him, even though Komaeda only giggled with love as Hideki threw mashed carrots in his face. He was exactly like a little Fuyuhiko.

Hinata absently wondered if their own kid would be more like Komaeda or himself- before he heard the familiar trill at his feet. 

He looked down, and a black cat looked up at him with one yellow eye, her black velvet sheen shining as she looked up at him.

Hinata leaned down, offering a hand to pet her, “It's not dinner time yet, Velvet.”

Velvet staunchly stared at Hinata, as if she was trying to psychically force him to the cabinet for her special food.

“You're too big, anyway. You're a big fat cat.” He said, poking her butt. Velvet let out a vindictive ‘mrau’ and Hinata poked her until she slid through his legs, marching upstairs indignantly.

Their future still somehow felt like it was far away. They'd discussed things like marriage and children, but it just never seemed like the perfect time. Between Komaeda's job as a designer and Hinata's time as a school counselor, it could get pretty hectic. Taking the time for a baby…it didn't seem right. Yet.

But at least they had a spoiled cat that ‘mrrrooowed’ at Hinata to follow her upstairs.

—

Hinata breathed deeply, anxiety prickling at his face. He was dressed already, it wasn't like he wore anything much different in school. His collar shirt was white, wearing a brown suit that matched the rich color of his hair. Komaeda had picked it out for him, saying he had to stop himself from taking it off of him the moment he put it on.

Hinata wondered if a reunion even called for something so fancy. 

The door opened and Hinata jumped, before noticing his beautiful husband holding Velvet.

“Look! I sewed her a little black bow. She's fancy, just like me.”

Hinata saw the cute little bow around her neck, despite her clear distaste for it. 

Komaeda looked beautiful. As per usual. His hair spilled down the dress that exposed his broad shoulders, black fabric curling down his arms. A slit up the thigh of his dress showed the spider-webbed tights he'd mentioned earlier. 

And Hinata smiled. “...She looks great. And you look even better. I love you.” He leaned forward, and Komaeda giggled as he pressed a kiss to his lips. Velvet mrowed in annoyance, and Hinata chuckled as they separated.

“Are we waiting for Ibuki? Or are we just heading there ourselves?”

Komaeda scratched gently behind Velvet's ears, and she started purring, little ‘mrews’ coming from her as she cuddled closer. “Oh, we don't have to go right now. I just figured we could take some photos and talk before we leave.”

“...Talk?” Hinata blinked. “Sorry, but is it…is it like a talk ? Or are we just hanging out?”

Komaeda blinked, and he frowned. “Baby, something's wrong. Are you feeling okay?” He asked.

Hinata looked away, sighing. “...Seeing mom was hard. But we didn't have any other day off to see her.”

Komaeda sat down on the bed, tapping the spot beside him. Hinata gladly did, shoulder-to-shoulder. “I'm sorry. I should've picked another day.”

“How were you supposed to know Mom would cancel the first two times? Or that our class would decide the reunion would fall on that day? You're not psychic.”

“I'm not.” Komaeda whispered, looking at him for a while. He was clearly pointing out that he needed Hinata to talk to understand his thoughts.

Hinata ran a hand down his face. “Does it feel like everyone else has it together? Or is it just me?”

Komaeda smiled bitterly. “Oh, Hajime. It's just you.” He chuckled in a way that comforted Hinata, yet he could hear the sadness in his voice. “I held Pekoyama in my arms while she had a breakdown about Hideki's tantrums. Then she went to the doctor and found out they were perfectly normal. She was totally overwhelmed in the moment.”

“She didn't call me?” Hinata asked.

“She didn't want to be overwhelmed by support, either.” Komaeda said. “I just happened to be closer to the house when she needed me.” 

Hinata nodded. “...I'm sorry I'm being-”

“You're not dramatic.”

“Heh.” He looked over at him, reaching over and taking his hand. Velvet bounced away, happily leaving since petting time was over. 

Komaeda squeezed his hand, and he leaned on Hinata's shoulder. “What's bothering my lover?”

Hinata felt warmth at the word, and he leaned his head back on top of Komaeda's. “...I just wish I was perfect.”

“You are.”

Hinata wanted to cry at that. Komaeda said it all the time. That Hinata wasn't flawless, he was perfect. That he wouldn't change a thing. Hinata still couldn't grasp the concept, not when he felt like he could do so much better for the amazing people in his life.

But then he remembered that people smiled when he walked into a room. They thanked him for coming to their weddings. They hugged him. They didn't shrink away from him like his mother said they would. No one had told him to leave, or that he was sinful, or that he should be shunned. Because the lies his mother had instilled in him weren't true.

And he had the life to prove it.

“Nagito.”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for being here with me.”

“I wanted-”

“I know you wanted to, I know I don't have to thank you.”

“I'm getting deja vu.”

“Heh. I know, right?”

Komaeda leaned off his shoulder, looking up at him. Hinata watched his big pretty eyes flutter up at him. He was older, now. His cheekbones were a bit more pronounced, his eyes had a slight wrinkle beside them that they didn't have before. And he became more handsome with each day. 

“Wow.”

“What?”

“We gotta get you in a modeling studio.” 

Komaeda giggled, “Hajime.”

“I'm serious! I could see you in the pages. And what better way to show off my boyfriend?”

Komaeda laughed, but he gasped and started giggling like a schoolgirl when Hinata pulled him into his lap, pressing little kisses to his neck. “Hajime! I did my hair, we shouldn't!”

“I can keep you upright. We both know that.” Hinata teased, but still took his lips off of his lover's neck. 

Komaeda smiled, snuggling Hinata close. “Oh, I know. I'm sure there will be plenty of time to explore that when we go home from the party.”

“Or not. A movie and pajamas will probably sound pretty good when we get home.” 

“Ugh, yes! And we can finally finish that documentary about blue jays.”

They were quiet for a second, before Hinata snickered. “We've become our parents.”

“Don't say that!”

“It's true! My dad used to watch bird docs all the time. I'm gonna start growing a beard.” 

“Absolutely not. ” Komaeda warned.

“It's too late. The sandpaper is already here.” 

“ No .”

—

They reached the school after more procrastinating in favor of chattering. It wasn't unusual for them to get stuck talking like that.

The school felt completely different, to a degree that Hinata almost felt like they'd entered the wrong place. Of course, it'd been ten years, but it still felt like he should've recognized the halls more. 

The lockers had been cleaned off for the summer, so it made sense the school was empty for them to have their event inside. Hinata passed his own locker with Komaeda, who squeezed his hand when they passed the bathroom where they first met.

“...It's weird, isn't it?” Komaeda giggled.

“So weird.” Hinata wrapped a hand around Komaeda's waist, squeezing.

They entered the gym, a place Hinata rarely frequented in school, but was pleasantly surprised to see the cute decorations around. It was simple, just a few balloons and a banner reading ‘Welcome Back!’. It clearly had a cute little ballroom theme, and Hinata felt ridiculous for doubting Komaeda’s choice in wardrobe.

Tsumiki was the first person he saw, wearing a pink dress that reached the ground, her hair cut off at her chin. She'd cut most of it off after becoming a real nurse, presumably making it easier to scrub in and avoid contamination. It helped that she looked very chic wearing it.

“Tsumikiiii!” Komaeda waved, twirling in his black dress, lifting the slight slit in the leg to show his tights. 

Tsumiki squeaked in surprise, turning quickly. Her eyes landed on the both of them, and she broke into a warbled, adorable smile. “Oh! B-both of you look so…so pretty !”

Hinata blushed, “Heh, really? Pretty?”

“Oh, or, uh, handsome!” Tsumiki stammered.

“No, pretty is good! Pretty is nice.” Hinata said, brushing his hair behind his ear.

An explosion shaped like a girl suddenly barreled through the room, and Hinata was almost knocked away when Komaeda was tackled.

They screamed each other's names in unison, his lover and Mioda tangled into a bundle of excitement. Their noses were inches apart as they gushed about how well they matched, and Hinata chuckled. Mioda’s hair was tied in twin tails, long and bursting with pink clip-in streaks. Komaeda, ran his hand through one of them, and Hinata found himself staring at his boyfriend's hands, long nails trailing down the tresses of black-

A flash came over his shoulder. He whirled around in surprise to see Koizumi snapping a photo. Saionji was on her arm, and Hinata noticed their matching rings. 

“You're wasting film on those idiots?” Saionji frowned, folding her arms in her kimono, still unwilling to dress in modern styles in the slightest. But her hairpins and pretty patterned fabric were quite formal.

Hinata smiled, “It's okay to be jealous, Saionji.”

Koizumi chuckled, “Hehe, it's good to see you, Hinata. How'd you like your staff photos?” She was dressed in a pants-suit, a soft grey color that made her look even more professional.

Hinata smiled brightly. “Excellent! My headshot never looked so good.” He would've flexed his counselor ID lanyard featuring the photo, but it wasn't hanging over his chest like usual.

“I'm glad. Let me know when you want any anniversary photos.” Koizumi smiled. “Or maybe some wedding photos…?”

Hinata blinked, blushing, “Ha! Oh, uh, not yet. You know. Waiting, and everything.”

Saionji quirked an eyebrow. “You two couldn't keep your hands to yourself for an entire Chemistry class. You haven't tied the knot yet?”

Hinata looked away.

No! I-I mean…not yet!

“No.” He said simply, chuckling like the idea was ridiculous, even though he'd want nothing more.

Koizumi gingerly squeezed his shoulder. “Hey, maybe you both just work better like this. Sonia and Nanami are never getting married.”

Hinata sighed. “That's because Sonia's country demands that weddings last for an entire month, and Nanami can't be bothered to do the paperwork. And they both personally told me that.”

Koizumi shrugged, “Well, I'm out of ways to make you feel better.”

Saionji giggled, “Who knows? Maybe you still have a couple frogs to kiss before meeting your real prince.”

Hinata frowned. “No. Komaeda is definitely my frog prince.”

“Well, that seems awfully mean to call your boyfriend.” A male voice interrupted, and Hinata quickly turned around.

Kuzuryu and Pekoyama were both matching in black and red. A black long-sleeve dressed hugged Pekoyama's every curve, while she stood next to Kuzuryu's fancy black suit, a red tie down his chest. 

“Hey! You both made it- oh my god.” Hinata immediately looked down, and a little Hideki was dressed in a tiny red suit, already looking angry. He was in a baby bjorn hanging on Kuzuryu’s chest, his blonde hair curling up in cowlicks. His tiny bowtie was black and sparkly. 

Kuzuryu went to hug him, and Hinata happily obliged, being mindful of his nephew. “He's pissed, dude.”

Pekoyama hugged him next, and she was already smiling, uncharacteristic of her. “But he is so very handsome.”

Hinata laughed, “Hey, buddy! Miss your uncle?” Hideki looked up with a deep frown, but still held his hands out to be picked up. Hinata chuckled, “Does he want out? I'll carry him for a little bit!”

Kuzuryu blinked, before he suddenly laughed awkwardly, “Oh, uh, probably not the best idea. He had a bunch of snacks before we got here. He's…full of crumbs, you know.”

Pekoyama nodded, “Very crumbly.”

Hinata blinked, furrowing his brow at their responses. “Uh, okay. I don't really mind, but it's up to you guys, obviously.”

Pekoyama suddenly touched his shoulder, before adjusting his tie a bit. Hinata let her, even though she usually never touched him if there wasn't a reason to. Pekoyama just wasn't very touchy. 

Suddenly another picture was taken, and Hinata watched Koizumi pretend she hadn't snapped the photo. 

“...Hey, are people acting weird?” Hinata chuckled. “Seems like-”

Hinata was suddenly cut off by a drunken Souda. He could smell his god awful cologne before he even touched him, but Hinata felt an air of comfort recognizing it. “Hah-ji-may, you have GOT to try some punch. Someone spiked it- hic - oops! That was me… ” 

Nidai appeared behind him, chuckling. “He spiked his own punch! We had fruit punch cocktails before we got here! Just had to make that CLEAR! ” He said, smiling yet sweating. Hinata couldn't imagine what a nightmare it was to watch over a drunk Souda.

“Heh, I'm glad you're having fun, Souda.” 

“What d’ya mean? You're ain't havin’ fun?” He said, incoherent. “I thought Komaeda-”

Suddenly Pekoyama, Kuzuryu, and Nidai all reached to slap a hand over his mouth, resulting in Souda screaming against all of their palms.

And Hinata frowned. “...What's going on?”

Pekoyama laughed, “Not a thing.”

Kuzuryu removed his hand, wiping it on a spare tissue - which he had plenty of to help clean up Hideki. “God, the stupid motherfucker licked me!”

Hideki giggled at his father's angry voice, and Hinata smiled.

Before he could ask anymore questions, the DJ in the corner began to speak into the microphone. “Alright alright, we have a special request from a pretty boy right here- oh, he's telling me he has a boyfriend. Alright, we have a special request from a nice, taken pretty boy. Everyone, get ready to slow it down a little bit.”

Hinata blinked, the colorful lights turning a peaceful, serene blue. He was about to internally question who would've suggested slowing it down so suddenly, but he suddenly recognized the first few notes.

And he looked into the crowd, seeing a few different students begin to pair off or leave the dancefloor. But through the moving bodies, through the soft thrum of the guitar strings, his soulmate pushed through them.

He was angelic. White curls with that new streak of crimson. Black dress, hugging his thin frame. Heels. Makeup. Smiling. 

And Hinata realized he was the ‘taken pretty boy’. 

“Shall we dance, Hajime?” He asked, holding out a hand.

Hinata chuckled, “I-I thought you didn't like being on the dancefloor.”

Komaeda closed his eyes, giving him that pacifying smile that just meant ‘trust me’. “It's different when I'm with my Hajime.”

Hinata blushed, but accepted his hand. Maybe that was the secret. This sweet romantic gesture had to be kept under wraps, lest its impact be anything less than intended. And yet, Hinata felt like that wasn't it.

But he didn't care. He watched Komaeda lead him to the dead center of the floor, surrounded completely. Hinata watched him stop in the middle of it all, before their hands met. Hinata put his palm against the crook of his waist, and Komaeda gently rested his hand on his shoulder.

“...Nagito.”

“Mhm?”

“I love you.”

Komaeda giggled, before he gently led Hinata to sway with him, taking small steps. “I love you too, Hajime.”

Hinata felt himself stare into his lover's eyes. The blue lights made them look like a deep cerulean, but Hinata knew they were that soft, grey-green seafoam color. He could probably mix the color with paint completely blind. He loved those eyes.

“...So, is everyone acting weird because of something I did, or something you did?”

“Something I did.” Komaeda confirmed, smiling softly. 

“Is it this?”

“No.”

“What is it, then?”

“Let's dance a little more.”

Hinata chuckled, “Fine, then.”

Komaeda suddenly hugged his shoulder, walking forward until their feet were side-by-side. His left foot was between his shoes, his shiny heel contrasting Hinata brown leather loafers. 

But he smelled like makeup and hairspray and lavender, so Hinata buried his face in his hair. 

Komaeda’s breath fell on his pulse, and Hinata could feel his heartbeat against his. He swore their bodies were perfect in sync. They were one, as they always had been.

“When I was eighteen, I…I thought there was no world left for me.” Komaeda began.

Oh.

Oh, no.

“From the moment I woke up to the moment I slept, I wondered why I kept going at all. It felt like…I didn't have anyone or anything. The only thing I had was…acting out. Isolating myself. Using myself for others. E-even though I had so much, I…had so little.”

Hinata kissed his shoulder. He didn't care who saw.

“...And then, graffiting on some bathroom stall, I…I met you. And you told me I was pretty. And that I was…smart. And thoughtful. And I'd never taken words like that seriously before. I thought it was all just set dressing for that night we spent together.” He whispered.

But he suddenly let go of Hinata’s shoulder, before gently touching his cheek. Hinata didn't want to look at him, he was already emotional. But he let Komaeda guide him back to his gaze. He was sure he looked like a loyal puppy in his hands.

“But you came back. Even when I pushed you. Even when I was…honest about it all. You still…” He seemed speechless for a moment, before his pretty pale cheeks turned a soft pink. “You still kept coming back.”

“Because I love you.”

Komaeda smiled, “Because you love me.”

Hinata watched his gaze flicker away for a second, and their song came to a slow stop. 

Komaeda's brilliant green eyes turned their normal shade as the lights faded, and Hinata suddenly realized many, many eyes were on them.

“Hinata, we've been together for ten years.”

“Yeah. A decade. It still feels like yesterday.” He whispered softly. His hands were shaking in Komaeda's palms.

Komaeda’s left foot slid back, and Hinata almost fainted when he knelt on one knee.

Murmurs and whispers erupted in the room, all with the same energetic inflection.

“I know it's been ten years, but…I'd like to assure it is forever.” Komaeda said softly. His leg peaked out of the slit in his dress. His spiderweb tights hugged his pale thigh, and Hinata was sure his joints were hurting. But Komaeda loved extravagance.

“Yes. Yes, I-”

“Let me say it!” Komaeda laughed, and he caught a small velvet box. Kuzuryu had thrown it, and Hinata watched him jump up and down with two enthusiastic thumbs up, Hideki giggling.

Hinata watched him brush a thread off the box, and everyone began to chatter even more, until Komaeda opened the box, presenting a thick, simple golden band, just as Hinata had talked about wanting. 

“Hinata Hajime,” Komaeda began, speaking slowly, as if to prolong this glorious memory as much as possible. “Would you complete our already perfect life, and marry me?” He asked.

Hinata sniffled, and immediately repeated his answer. “Of course. Of course I will!”

Komaeda hurriedly took Hinata's hand to help him rise to his feet, and he quickly pushed the ring on his finger. The old student body around them erupted in applause and cheers, and Hinata immediately pulled Komaeda into a kiss.

Komaeda giggled against his lips, kissing him back as the music began again, much more upbeat.

When they separated, Hinata wanted nothing more than to rip the dress off of him, but he knew they had a few people to address.

—

Miss Yukizome cried into a tissue, her red hair streaked with a handful of grey waves. “Oh my God! Sakakura owes me money!” She said through giggles and sniffles.

Komaeda had found her in the staff room, setting up for the incoming highschoolers. She always had the password to her office lock anyway. Hinata was planning for the next year as a counselor, too.

She hugged them both again, “I'm so happy for both of you. When will the wedding be?”

Komaeda giggled awkwardly, holding Hinata's arm. “I'm sure it's forever away. Hinata and I are both so busy, but…I couldn't resist the urge to call him my husband in public.”

Hinata turned red, imagining it. My husband, Hajime. He felt the biggest, dorkiest smile spread across his face. “Heh. Yeah.”

Yukizome chuckled, “Well, I'm expecting an invite.” She giggled, before she stopped smiling, “Oh, unless it's out of the country-”

“Would you want to be a bridesmaid?” Komaeda blurted.

Yukizome straightened in her pink chair, her hands on her lap as she leaned forward in surprise. “...Really?”

“Yes! Really! We also will need help planning, so…you're smart.”

“I'd love nothing more, Komaeda! I’ve never been one before. But does that mean you're the bride?”

“Uh…” Komaeda blinked, before he smiled. “Do you want to be a…groomsmaid?”

“Absolutely! And I've definitely never been a groomsmaid.”

They both giggled, and Hinata eventually left the office, holding Komaeda's hand.

They walked down the halls of their youngest years together, each corner and tile a single memory. Hinata brushed a gentle thumb over his knuckles, reading his expression.

“It feels like a museum.”

Komaeda laughed, “Yeah. Kind of. Like a museum of…natural disasters.”

“Oh? A flood of love? An earthquake of passion?”

“You need to stop hanging out with that English teacher.”

“But she's fun.”

Komaeda smiled, looking over at him. “...It feels like…a zoo. Like walking around a bunch of…caged animals. They can't touch me, but…they're still there.”

Hinata gently stopped, letting Komaeda walk ahead for a moment before raising his hand up, spinning Komaeda by surprise. His lover chuckled, almost stumbling before Hinata hugged his back, stabilizing him.

Komaeda let out a pleased hum, and he was almost too tall in these heels for Hinata to kiss his jaw. Almost.

Komaeda melted into him as he always did, his eyelashes fluttering closed. Hinata pressed soft, deliberate kisses down his neck, his hands rubbing his ribs in slow circles. Komaeda was always soothed by physical contact, and Hinata craved it.

“...They're not here, is the thing. They're gone. It's just you and me, Nagito.”

Komaeda's hand gently squeezed his wrist affectionately. Hinata kept kissing down his neck, before gently sliding the fabric of his sleeve down a bit, kissing his shoulder.

“Hajime…”

“...Yes?”

“Do you…want to-”

“The bathroom we met?”

Komaeda immediately shivered against him, nodding hurriedly. He grabbed Hinata's hand, completely uncaring as they navigated their old halls, giggling as they made sure no one else was around. There clearly hadn't been anyone around since school had ended a few months ago, so they were completely alone. Komaeda turned down the hall towards their meeting place.

Hinata immediately felt deja vu strike him, and he remembered losing at chess with Nanami just before he'd walked to the bathroom to calm down.

He should thank her. Afterwards.

Komaeda immediately opened the third stall down, and Hinata was glad it was cleaned thoroughly. Although, he couldn't imagine anything would've stopped them now.

Komaeda leaned up against the stall wall, and Hinata didn't hesitate for a second to kiss him.

“Mm!” He giggled, “I was going to take off my-” Hinata suddenly grabbed his ass, and Komaeda let out a soft gasp. “M-my lipstick, Hajime…” He whispered, but Hinata swallowed his words all over again.

Komaeda ran his fingers through his hair, their tongues colliding almost immediately. Hinata felt their rings clink together when they held hands, and Hinata already wanted to bend him over. But Komaeda deserved more than that.

Komaeda suddenly kissed down his neck, and Hinata hoped he left those soft lipstick prints on his skin. He tugged at his tie, and Hinata made him kick off those pretty heels.

He immediately took advantage of his decreased height, pressing a thigh between Komaeda's legs. 

His lover hummed, beginning to roll his hips.

“Hajime…” He whispered between kisses, “My knee hurts from kneeling.”

“I thought it would.” 

“Can you…lift me? Or sit me down?”

Hinata gladly sat on the seat of the toilet, patting his lap. Komaeda chuckled, quickly pulling his arms around Hinata's neck and sitting on his lap, facing him. Their lips joined again, but Hinata's hands immediately got busy. He reached up, unzipping the back of his dress. Komaeda helped him slide it down, and Hinata's mouth immediately closed around his nipple, the metal piercings an easy target. Komaeda had gotten them done a few years ago- it had been hard to keep his hands off of him during the healing process.

Komaeda whined, his hips automatically beginning to roll against his own. 

“H-Hajime…mm…” Komaeda whispered, his voice rising in pitch as Hinata began to hastily unbutton his own shirt, exposing his torso even as he didn't remove his suit jacket. He didn't have the patience to take it off. It seemed like Komaede felt similarly, because Hinata watched him trace the hem of his tights, pulling them down quickly. He stood up suddenly, sliding them down his knees, and Hinata couldn't resist.

Komaeda gasped as Hinata pulled his dress up again, his tights stretched across his knees. “Ah…! Hajime!” He giggled, until Hinata pulled him by the thighs and kissed his hip. 

“I'm sorry, but I can't stop thinking about having you in my mouth.” He whispered urgently. He maneuvered his cock out of the slit of the dress, exposing his length. 

Komaeda smiled, but it faded off his face when Hinata licked a stripe up his shaft.

“Ah…Hajime…!” 

Hinata was glad when Komaeda tugged on his hair, and he gladly went still. 

Komaeda began to thrust into his mouth, his mouth open and sucking him in. Komaeda moaned softly, and his nails felt good dragging across his scalp. “That's a good boy, my Hajime…”

Hinata hummed against his cock, feeling the headrush already. Komaeda's cock tasted familiar and warm, his hands clutching his dress.

Hinata unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and beginning to palm himself through his boxers.

“Aw, is Hajime touching himself just from sucking on my cock? Is that what gets him off? Being used like a toy?”

Hinata came off of his shaft with a wet pop, the pink head of his cock pressed against his bottom lip. “Mhm…” He hummed, “I-It does…”

Komaeda giggled, stroking his cheek. “I know. I love using your pretty mouth. It's good for more than just arguing about the color of a shower curtain, hm?”

Hinata huffed, “Oh, shut-”

Komaeda slid his cock onto his lips, and Hinata immediately was gladly silenced with his cock. Whether it was for the sake of pleasure or winning the argument, Hinata didn't care.

Komaeda finally began to breath heavily, his moans growing higher in pitch.

Hinata's tongue darted out, swirling in circles around his head. Komaeda stopped thrusting, so Hinata began to move his head back and forth.

“...Mh…mm, fuck…H-Hajime, I'm…”

Hinata looked up at him through his dark lashes, fully prepared. Komaeda didn't even give another warning as he came in his mouth, throbbing on his tongue.

Hinata swallowed, not able to afford explaining what happened if a drop ever reached his suit pants.

Komaeda huffed in a breath, and Hinata didn't even give him a moment of rest as he suddenly stood, kissing him once more.

His lover wrapped around him, like they'd been apart for weeks rather than seconds. Komaeda felt pliant and soft beneath him, and Hinata definitely could've just bent him over without explanation.

But instead, he figured he should actually get him off his feet like he'd promised. Luckily, Komaeda's dress had long since given up on staying in his body. He gladly leaned against the stall again as Hinata guided him, pressing their bodies together- before picking up his legs and lifting him up, pressing his back to the wall.

His bare form was intoxicating, his tights hanging off one ankle. His lipstick was smudged, but he looked divine.

“...H-Hajime, I'm prepared…” He smiled, before reaching down and fishing something out of his dress, thrown over the side of the wall to keep safe. Hinata should've known he'd sew a pocket in it.

And he wanted to marry him then and there when he pressed a small bottle of lube to his chest. “I didn't forget.” He whispered.

Hinata took it, “God, you're perfect.”

Komaeda giggled, and they both rushed through prepping. Hinata and him had done this an endless amount of times, but it remained necessary. Neither of them wanted to deal with Komaeda limping out of here.

Hinata withdrew two fingers from him, slick with lube. They reassumed their position, and Komaeda looked like he was starving for his cock.

They shared a kiss, Hinata's arms holding him up behind his knees. His cock was so hard it felt like it was throbbing, and Komaeda was holding his shoulders.

Komaeda opened his mouth to say something, but Hinata's eyes suddenly went wide. He quickly shushed him, and Komaeda blinked curiously- until they both heard the footsteps down the hall.

Komaeda immediately tugged his dress off the side of the door, and a voice came from outside.

“Hinata? I thought I saw you and Komaeda in the halls.”

Hinata swallowed. It was definitely Mitarai. They hadn't spoken much in school, but he was sure they were here now. Their footsteps were deliberate and precise- it was no wonder Hinata hadn't noticed him, even on the school's loud tile floors. Komaeda looked like was going to bash his head through the wall in frustration, his face red to the tips of his ears.

“H-How’d you even know I was in here?” Hinata chuckled.

“When you and him are spotted together, I tend to avoid all private areas. But since the party is nearing the end outside, and I'd yet to see you leave, I felt compelled to find you two.”

The phrase ‘private areas’ made Hinata want to die. He wished they'd just make the connection already and leave.

“Well, uh, Komaeda is speaking with Miss Yukizome outside. I was going to catch up with him in a few minutes.”

“I see. Forgive me, then. But I must ask why you came to this bathroom of all places. There are closer stalls.” Mitarai mused.

Hinata looked at Komaeda's blushing cheeks, his white curls falling over his face. His arms were holding the dress he'd stripped off him, and Hinata almost smiled.

“Sentimental reasons.”

“...Uh, very well. Goodnight, Hinata.”

“Goodnight, Mitarai.”

 He began to walk away, before he said loud enough to hear, “Goodnight, Komaeda.”

Komaeda buried his face in his hands. “My shoes…” He whispered, hearing his footsteps echo down the hall. Hinata swore under his breath. His damn heels were out in the open the entire time. He'd obviously noticed.

“...I'm sorry.” Hinata whispered.

Komaeda chuckled, lowering to the ground. “How could you have known?”

Hinata chuckled, “Common sense.”

Komaeda smiled, “Well, I still touched you back. We both lack common sense.”

Hinata chuckled. “Speaking of which, I think maybe we should finish this elsewhere.”

Komaeda agreed, “I'd love nothing more.” He hastily slipped his clothes on, wiping his lipstick prints off of Hajime in the mirror. They both rushed towards the door, hand-in-hand.

What they didn't expect was the flood of their former classmates surrounding them, chattering.

“W-Where is the wedding gonna be?!” Tsumiki squeaked.

“Where'd you disappear off to?” Kuzuryu asked, Hideki hitting his chin with a rattle.

“Hajime, why aren't you wearing your ‘IDK’ tie?” Mioda asked, leaning her head on Tsumiki’s shoulder casually.

Komaeda clung to Hinata's arm, combing a hand through his hair sheepishly. “Heh, we don't know about a date yet, but I think Hajime would just want the wedding here!”

Hinata nodded, and Kuzuryu shot him a look. Pekoyama smiled softly, “May I please see the ring?”

Hinata nodded, “Sure! It's beautiful. It's a simple band, exactly what I wanted.”

Komaeda squeezed his arm affectionately, “Didn't you see the inside?”

Hinata blinked, “No? Uh- permission to take the ring off?”

Komaeda nodded, leaning his chin on his shoulder. “As long as you don't cheat on me in the next two minutes, it's fine.”

“How would I-? Nevermind.” Hinata gave up before he even started that conversation, snorting. He slid the band off, and looked at the small inscription inside of the warm gold band.

‘I am truly in love with the hope that sleeps inside you.’ 

Alongside a small clover with Komaeda's initials.

Hinata didn't know it could get any better.

Pekoyama clicked her tongue, “That is beautiful. It's truly indicative of the depths of your love.”

Kuzuryu smiled, “Aw, Peko’s all mushy. You guys did it, you found her soft spot.”

Pekoyama tried to look annoyed, but her expression really betrayed the truth of the statement. 

Mioda rushed forward, hugging Komaeda now that it seemed appropriate enough to. “I can't wait to be a bridesmaid!”

“I didn't even ask yet!” Komaeda giggled, “But I can't wait for you to be my Maid-of-Honor.”

Mioda gasped, and immediately burst into tears, hugging Komaeda tightly and spinning.

From the blue, Hinata looked over at the parking lot, seeing a silhouette he'd been expecting to see throughout the night. But they looked jetlagged, tired, and in pajama clothes.

Nanami and Sonia were walking over, waving over their heads. 

The others turned to them, shocked. Except for Komaeda, it seemed. 

“I texted them about the proposal just like everyone else. They said they just landed in Japan, but they'd try to make it.”

Nanami was hugged thoroughly by half the students, and Sonia hugged the remainder. Souda and Gundam immediately began to talk Sonia's ear off about how their classes had been going and Sonia immediately brought up playing DND again. Nidai had to stop drunken Souda from crying.

Nanami immediately headed for Hinata, and he gladly embraced her

“You look happy.” Hinata chuckled.

“ You look happy.” Nanami countered. “You’re gonna get married!”

Komaeda squeezed his bicep, “I didn't realize we were so…anticipated.”

“There's a lot of money in this.” Nanami laughed.

Hinata and Komaeda blinked, “What?!” Komaeda blurted. “First Miss Yukizome, now all of you ? What are the bets?!”

Nanami shrugged, “I wouldn't know. Ever since we moved away, it's been hard to participate. But most of us lost a long time ago. We thought it would be right out of highschool. But Hanamura probably won. Or Hagakure. He's right sometimes.” 

“People in other grades were betting on us?!” Hinata yelled.

Nanami laughed, before she yawned a bit. “No, I was joking about most of that.”

Komaeda stalled, and Hinata was the only one left with a brain. “Which parts of it were true?!”

“The real reason is that we all care a lot about you both after everything in high school, that's why we're invested. Besides, I know you'd show up for a proposal for Sonia and I, if that's what we wanted.”

Komaeda nodded, “Absolutely. I wish things had gone more to plan when Kuzuryu proposed, but…that's also kinda why we're here in the first place.”

Nanami blinked, “Oh. That was our New York trip. What a lovely memory.”

Hinata nodded. “...Yeah.”

Komaeda gently pressed his cheek to Hinata's shoulder, and Hinata curled a hand around his waist. Saionji was screaming at Souda for being too loud and drunk, Koizumi snapping passionate pictures of them all.

Hinata suddenly blinked, and reached out, stopping Nanami from turning around. "Wait!"

Nanami looked up at him curiously, cocking a brow. "Yes, Hinata?"

"Just... thank you for beating my ass in chess a decade ago."

Nanami blinked. "Uh...okay?"

Hinata smiled, "I-I met Komaeda in that bathroom."

"Ew."

"Ew?! We just got engaged, be honored you introduced us!"

"Naw, you two are gross."

Komaeda burst into laughter as Hinata puffed up in irritation.

—

When they all finally split off into their groups to go home, Mioda hugged Komaeda tight, promising to be over early to make plans- but his fianceé assured her she should come in the evening. Hinata wanted to take him away right then and there.

Hideki gave Hinata a big hug in his arms, and tugged on Komaeda's hair as he giggled madly, always bewitched by his little charms. Kuzuryu told him they'd be in touch over the wedding, and Hinata told him not to set any expectations.

As they began to leave, finally alone, Hinata watched their cars pull out of each spot, leaving in spotty groups. He could feel Komaeda's eyes on him.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I'm not sure.” Hinata whispered. 

Komaeda slid over to the passengers side, opening the door. Hinata followed his lead, and they both closed the doors in sync. And almost immediately, Komaeda kissed him again.

It was a soft, sweet, love-filled connection that Hinata found himself leaning into.

When Komaeda broke away, he looked into his eyes, their foreheads pressed together. “Let's go home and finish what we started, hm?” Komaeda whispered, his finger tracing his chest.

Hinata agreed.

The drive home felt far too long, and Komaeda giggled every time Hinata swore under his breath. 

“My Hajime is so impatient.”

“I want to fuck my fianceé, is that so bad?”

Komaeda whined, “Start honking.”

“Pffft.”

They finally reached their home, but Hinata was surprised when Komaeda reached across the console and kissed him again. Hinata kissed him back, unlocking the door and practically kicking his side open. He dragged Komaeda into his lap, their lips meeting again right as Komaeda kicked his shoes off in a hurry.

Hinata picked him up, and Komaeda helped when Hinata got out of the car, closing the door with his hip before tossing Komaeda over his shoulder.

“Hajimeee!” Komaeda giggled, kicking his feet. “Hurry up.”

Hinata reached up and smacked his ass, and his fianceé let out a little gasp.

He walked forward, opening their front door quickly. They didn't even make it up the stairs, Hinata made a move to the living room. 

It was strewn about with books and blankets, but Hinata immediately tossed his lover onto their perfect fluffy couch, watching him bounce a bit. His laughter was beautiful, and Hinata didn't hesitate for a second to start rolling his tights and underwear down.

“Mm, Hajime, I want you…!” Komaeda begged, spreading his legs eagerly. His dress was still on, but Hinata couldn't imagine waiting long enough to take it off. He threw off his jacket and tie, fumbling with his belt buckle with hands that were much too excited.

Komaeda immediately helped him, slipping the belt off and unzipping his pants. 

Hinata immediately put a knee to the couch, and Komaeda angled his hips up to accommodate him, his breath shaky and quiet.

“Are you nervous?”

“No, Hajime, I'm desperate. ” Komaeda corrected him impatiently, clinging to his chest. “Put it in.”

Hinata smiled, kissing his jaw as he slowly pushed the head inside of him. And Komaeda seemed to relax entirely around him.

Komaeda's hands smoothed down his chest, making quick work of shoving his shirt off now that the had nothing left to rush for. Hinata slowly slid forward, getting Komaeda used to his length, pushing deep inside.

“Mmm!” Komaeda hummed suddenly, and Hinata began to pull back- but Komaeda shook his head. “N-No, keep going. Please , Hajime.”

Hinata obeyed, pushing forward and spreading him on his cock, and Komaeda always whined the same way. He tapped Hinata's shoulder to let him know he was fine, and Hinata slowly began to thrust, the long drags of his cock feeling almost tortuous. Komaeda’s face looked up at the ceiling for a moment, his eyes hazy and pleased.

Hinata's hand smoothed down his chest, sliding down the fabric of his dress, and to the length beneath it. Komaeda let out a punched-out moan at the touch, and Hinata kissed it out of him. He stroked in time with his thrusts, speeding up just a bit. Komaeda looked debauched, his eyes beginning to tear up just a bit. Hinata didn't even know if he'd properly recovered after his first orgasm, but Komaeda kept telling him not to stop.

Eventually, Hinata had to adjust his position, scooting closer until he was sinking completely inside of him. Komaeda arched his hips up, sighing happily as Hinata suddenly pinned him down by the shoulders, kissing his forehead.

“D-Does this hurt?” Hinata asked, pulling Komaeda up by the hips, abandoning his length.

Komaeda winced and Hinata stopped. “Y-Yeah. Maybe…”

“Side?”

“...From behind?” Komaeda offered. 

Hinata chuckled. “Good thing every angle of you is beautiful.”

“You can stop flirting so much me now, we're engaged.” Komaeda quickly lifted a knee, and Hinata helped him turn over, putting a pillow under his hips to help him raise his hips. Komaeda's ass was round and soft, and Hinata immediately aligned them again, pushing back inside. He let out another moan, and his hands gripped a blanket, pulling it close and burying his face in it as Hinata began to properly fuck him.

“I'm…ngh, I don't want to stop…flirting with you, ever…” He huffed with effort.

“N-Nnah…H-Hajime, ngh…!” Komaeda squeaked, Hinata's hand unexpectedly curling up and around his hair. 

“You're…” Hinata breathed heavily, barely focused. “You're so beautiful it kills me.”

Komaeda moaned louder, and Hinata's opposite hand unzipped his dress. He tugged it off hurriedly, over his head so Hinata didn't have to stop fucking him. Komaeda threw it off somewhere, completely uncaring for it now. 

Their couch creaked a bit, and Hinata couldn't help but wonder if Komaeda's bad luck would come to bite them now, but he didn't care. He'd just fuck Komaeda on the floor if it came to it.

“H-Hajime!” Komaeda suddenly yelped, and Hinata kissed his neck. He'd definitely found the right angle, and he didn't let up once he found it. Komaeda and him moaned in tandem, but a telltale drop of black tears slipped down his cheek. He was definitely feeling it. “I'm…ngh, Hajime, keep…keep going…!” He begged.

Komaeda's hands found his, and Hinata dropped his chest against Komaeda's back, his knees spreading Komaeda’s thighs apart as he kept thrusting deeper into him. His movements were short but deliberate, just like Komaeda needed. Hinata's hand curled around Komaeda's, and they didn't need a ring to know they were each other's.

Hinata suddenly felt Komaeda tense around him, and a moan was ripped from his throat. “Fuck…N-Nagito…”

“I-Inside, please .”

Hinata felt his lover tense below him, his hips trembling as Hinata kept going.

“Hajime!” Nagito whined, his free hand suddenly gripping the blanket. “Oh, God, that's- you're-” He stammered, and Hinata knew he'd fucked him right after stalling his usually well-articulated thoughts.

Hinata suddenly felt him tense below him, and Komaeda's back pressed up against him as Hinata pulled back, pulling his entire length out just to slam it back in. Komaeda let out a high-pitched gasp, and Hinata watched his thighs tremble.

Komaeda came, and Hinata thrusted through his tremors, only allowing himself to finally finish when Komaeda tapped his thigh, giving him the go-ahead to keep using him a bit. It didn't take more than a few seconds for Hinata to spill inside him, their moans matching as he finally christened their engagement.

Hinata pulled out slowly, leaving the mess inside him as he pulled Komaeda out from under him, snuggling him instead.

Komaeda pulled Hinata's pants off the rest of the way, demanding they both lay skin-to-skin. Hinata didn't argue, he had no reason to avoid feeling more of Komaeda's body. 

Komaeda's makeup was still wet against his skin from the tears, but his smile was more prominent. 

“What's on your mind?” Hinata whispered, slowly pushing a white lock of hair behind his ear.

Komaeda was quiet for a moment, and Hinata didn't pressure him to answer immediately. He just kept playing with his hair.

“...I deserve you.” Komaeda said softly, as if it was a reminder.

Hinata nodded. “You do.”

“I do.”

“I love you.”

Komaeda kissed his nose, and Hinata pulled him against him, in a tight, sweet embrace.

“I love you too, Hajime.”