Chapter 11
You're Not Alone

So, here we were, fighting against hunger, fighting against pain, fighting against Monokumas, fighting against Despair . . .
I didn't know where we were heading.
I don't think either of us did.
I was getting tired. My stomach was growling. I needed to stop.
Setting Nagito down under a tree, I knelt down, falling onto the cool grass, embracing it's coldness.
"N-Nagito, could you . . . perhaps find us some food? Just, maybe a bush, or that abandoned building over there?" I pointed, seeing the building we passed.
He looked at me, lying here, catching my breath, and nodded. "I-I'll save all my food for you, okay? You need it more than me."
I was going to protest, but he started off, and my head fell back into the grass.
My exhaustion was catching up to me. I fell asleep for a few moments before I heard footsteps, my eyes opening again. Nagito carried a basket in his arms, "It was actually a group of survivors, Hajime. They were generous to give up this amount for us," he sat the basket down. There wasn't just food in there. A gun, a blanket, even thermo cups with warm soup were placed in the basket.
"You . . . You told them thank you, right?" I continued to have my head on the ground, my muscles too sore to move. He nodded, sitting down next to me. Gently placing his hands under my head, he eased it onto his thigh.
"You should rest now, Hajime. But, first, let me feed you, okay?"
He took out a spoon and the thermo cup, starting to feed me the soup. It tasted so delicious, I was dying for food.
"You need to eat too, Nagito," my voice was hoarse, my head fell back down onto his thigh. He leaned back onto the tree, smiling down at me.
Shaking his head, he said, "No, I'm not hungry, don't worry. Rest now, Hajime."
I wanted to protest again, but as soon as I saw him roll the lid back onto the thermo cup, placing it in the basket, my eyes closed shut, finally getting the long-needed rest.
The next morning, I woke up, feeling my arms wrapped around Nagito's thigh. He was asleep, his neck on the side of his shoulder.
Sitting up, my muscles were in severe pain. I noticed the blanket around me, and not Nagito. Oh, he's just too selfless for me . . .
Taking the blanket off of me, I placed it on him, easing his head off his shoulder and onto my thigh. His hands automatically wrapped around it, as mine had with his. I couldn't help but smile, seeing him curling up more.
I saw a better view of the basket, noticing how there were actually many contents in there. I felt very thankful for the survivors at that building. They were really kind.
We've got food for two days just from their generosity. I'm very thankful to them.
Nagito slept for a little while before his head shuffled on my leg, and he looked up at me with his tired gray eyes.
He sighed a little bit, sitting up, messing with his hair.
"Well, I hoped that we would be in a better situation now, but maybe us not being controlled by the AI Junko is good luck."
"You need to eat now, I heard your stomach growl in your sleep," I leaned over, grabbing the thermos and spoon, handing it to him.
"We should save it for you, Hinata-kun. You need it more than me."
I placed them in his hands, "Please, Nagito, eat."
He glanced down at the thermos, I heard his stomach growl. "A-Alright . . ." he agreed, rolling the lid open.
"I have a theory, about the AI. Maybe the signals can't reach us out here. We may be far enough away that it won't affect us. I don't know. Kazuichi wasn't always the smartest, even if Mikan helped in spreading the cure with the compound in it. I don't think it can control everyone. At least, not in a far range."
He took another sip from the spoon before saying, "That may be right. I can't tell, myself."
Over the horizon, I could still see the high-rise buildings that remained standing. I could sense that we needed to move farther away.
Once Nagito set the thermos and spoon back inside the basket, he hooked it onto his neck, closing the top of it.
Kneeling down, he climbed on my back, and off we went again.
Off to hopefully a better place.
. . .
A few days later, we found an abandoned neighborhood. We picked a house that was the least in disrepair, and tried making the most of it.
We searched the other remaining houses, finding decent furniture still standing in them, a comfortable mattress, different things both of us found unique. We didn't know if we were going to stay here for only a little while, or maybe for a long time. But, regardless, we tried our best to make it ours for now.
Both of us scavenged for food, searching the neighborhood, finding a convenience store placed within it. Though most of it was picked out, there was still a fair amount of food and supplies left. Maybe that was finally some good luck over all the bad.
Regardless of the situation, it didn't matter to me as much as having Nagito here with me. Alive, not an AI. Not a dream. Not an illusion.
Holding him closely in a hug before I started out to the lake in the middle of the neighborhood to wash the laundry. We also searched for new clothes in the homes, finding some that fit us a bit too tight, a bit too big, and possibly just our size. It was comforting to know we had at least a selection, though. Enough so that we can do laundry.
We also used the lake to bathe, since there was no electricity or running water. But, we were lucky with what we had. Our house was one that a person would overlook, just not pay attention to if people were outside of it.
Picking out clothes one by one, I grabbed the soap from the convenience store, starting to wash them. Nagito said he was going to tidy up the house a bit, try to dust off and clean as much as he could since he was seemingly good at that. Though he offered to do laundry, I needed to do something, anyways.
The looming threat of the AI was still coursing through my mind, but it's gradually going away.
Finishing up the last few pieces of clothing, I heard a voice calling me, "Oh, Hinata-kun! It's getting dark!"
I felt a smile form on my face, enjoying the sound of his voice. I knew deep down I could never get tired of it, no matter what.
Picking up the basket, I made my way back, seeing Nagito waiting for me in the doorway. I felt my heart accelerate if just a little bit before he pecked my cheek. Going out to the backyard, I hung the laundry on the clothesline we hooked up, Komaeda helping me before we turned in for the night, crawling into bed. My arms instinctively wrapped around him, kissing him softly before I closed my eyes, enjoying the scent of his shampoo on him before I fell into a light sleep.
Was this finally a sense of normalcy?
Maybe . . . Finally we had something normal?
Just the two of us, for once . . . A time like on the island, before things went downhill.
All I needed was him. He's all I need to be happy. I'm perfectly content, holding him right here, under a roof, having food in the kitchen, having laundry drying outside, having despair shrink away one thought at a time . . .
"Hajime?" I heard him whisper, my eyes opening slightly.
"Hm, what is it?" I asked calmly back.
He took in a breath, rubbing his eyes, "Can . . . Can I kiss you for a couple moments? For some reason I . . . I feel so lonely . . . Why is that? You're right here . . . I shouldn't be so selfish-feeling. I'm sorry, it's stupid. I shouldn't have said anything."
I gave a smile, placing my fingers under his chin, kissing him.
Letting go, I asked him, "What's going on in your mind? What are you thinking about?" I raised my hand to rest in his hair, petting it gently. He eased more in my comfort, relaxing.
"I don't know, I'm . . . I'm sorry to make you worry about someone like me. I guess . . . I guess I'm a bit sad? I don't know, Hajime," he shook his head against the pillow, curling up more in my embrace.
I hugged him close, "I understand, don't worry," I kissed his head, hugging him more. "Hopefully times will pass, sooner than later, right?"
"Mhm," he sighed, starting to kiss my collarbone, making his way to my neck before snuggling into it, letting out another deep sigh.
I fell back asleep shortly after, but I could sense he did not.

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Though I thought it was in my sleep, I felt something crawl on top of me. I continued to sleep, ignoring whatever it was, just passing it off as Nagito laying on top of me for comfort. Only I started feeling something else, too.
Leading my hands towards my eyes, I rubbed them, giving a yawn. I felt my boxers being moved, and I took my hands away, looking dimly to see Nagito pulling down my boxers, his fingertips brushing my skin.
"N-Nagito? What are you doing so early in the morning?" It was still dark outside, it must have been around one in the morning.
He stayed silent, leaning his head down to my lower chest, kissing it, making his way downwards as he took my boxers off completely. Leaning up on my elbows, I placed my hand under his chin, "Hey, what's going on?" I asked in a calm voice, worried about him.
Reaching for my hand, he took it off his chin, kissing the fingertips one by one, shoving two into his mouth. I felt my face flush, placing my other hand in his hair, twirling my fingers around a lock. Sitting up completely, I took out my fingers from his mouth, licking them. He already was a step ahead of me, his boxers were off, as well.
"If you wanted this earlier, you should've just said so," I said in a soothing tone, him remaining silent as my fingers went to the head of his cock, my mouth sinking down to come in contact with it, starting to lick it. Komaeda's hand went to the back of my head, gently caressing my hair as I started sucking.
Nagito breathed heavy, as I gripped one hand onto his side, my other on my own cock, stroking it. His hand pushed my head down more, and I started going faster, Nagito's moans coming quicker.
"Hh--Hhhaa . . . H-Hahahahhhhh . . ." they were deep, heavy, as he started cumming, myself swallowing. Pulling off, I licked my lips, wiping with my fingers.
"So quiet tonight," I teased, feeling a bit out of breath, myself. I saw a longing look in his eyes, almost pleading. I pouted a bit, "Fine, fine. But I wanna turn too," I stuck out my lip for a moment. Then I reached down to start kissing him, him immediately obliging. He really seemed to be yearning for this type of attention tonight. So, I filled in for him.
Sliding my tongue to lock with his, I felt his hand start stroking my cock, as I did with his soon after he started. I held him close, feeling myself start to breath heavy as I continued sucking on his tongue, his other hand holding my head up towards his, not letting me move if I wanted to.
I decided to go along with it, anyways. He seemed really deprived of attention tonight, I didn't understand exactly why. So, fine, Nagito, I'll do everything tonight for you.
Smiling under our kissing, I continued to think of how completely submissive he was this night, myself forcibly removing myself from his mouth, and going down to suck more on his cock, licking off his head from the previous cum. Bringing my tongue all the way down his shaft, I continued up, filling my mouth to the back of my neck, continuing to go up and down. He relished in pleasure, arching his back completely for me.
Letting my mouth off quickly, I grabbed his sides, licking my lips, giving a smile. "May I?"
He nodded, turning over, arching downwards as I inserted, hearing him grunt in pain as I started prodding, leaning down over him to kiss his shoulder, sucking on the back of his collarbone as I continued to go deeper, feeling his heart beating fast as I stroked his cock.
He was begging for a lot tonight, so I shall gratify.
His moans only made me more aroused, sensing he wanted me to continue on. Oh, Nagito, you just know the way to work my brain, don't you?
So I pulled his hair as I thrusted more, feeling completely dominant. He moaned with pleasure, completely collapsing onto the bed as I came, pulling out shortly after, falling down with him, out-of-breath.
He was facing down towards the bedding, I was looking up at the ceiling.
And I gave a sigh of relief.
Though I thought we were done for the night, while I had my eyes closed at the foot of the bed, I felt the bed shuffle, feeling Nagito crawl between my legs, starting to suck on my already satisfied cock.
"Still want more?" I teased him, as he went down onto it, already deep-throating.
I moaned back in pleasure, heaving back my head, I fell onto the bed on my back again, my elbows giving out on me.
Suddenly Nagito released his mouth, out-of-breath.
I looked at him, blinking a few times, feeling my face completely red.
"I . . . I will be . . . Better than Junko . . . No matter what . . . I will . . . Make you forget her. She's no match . . . to me," he said slowly, and immediately went back to sucking. My hand flew over my eyes, and I felt my whole body start shaking with gratification.
I felt myself cumming, and I tried restraining, trying not to embarrass myself, even though I was already at my worst point.
He took it with full force, opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue to swallow.
"H-Hhhhaaa . . . N-Nagito, sh-shouldn't you rest? Your stamina . . . remember?"
He breathed heavy, placing a hand over his chest. "No, . . . I'm doing fine."
I could sense him lying, and as he was going to go back down, I stopped him, placing my hands gently on his shoulders, leaning him back.
I felt a small smile rise on my face, and I kissed his forehead.

"Please, Nagito, you've pleased me quite enough tonight. You need to recover now," I rubbed my forehead on his, embracing him.

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"But . . . I want you to forget . . . Junko," he breathed, I could sense he was about to cry.
Sighing, I placed my forehead on his again, "Nagito, are you really worried about me ever possibly loving such a menace like her?"
I saw a teardrop fall from his face, "But . . . Wh-What she did to you . . . I-I didn't know what all you would remember, and I was afraid you would just forget about me and just leave me completely, and then I would just be here alone again and-- . . ." he stopped himself, placing a hand to his mouth, trying to hold back his sobbing.
My eyes softened, "Oh, Nagito . . ." I embraced him firmly, feeling my heart be warmed, "How could I ever do that to you?"
"B-Because I'm such a horrible piece of filth that can't please you in the slightest, and I do everything wrong, and I can't do anything to satisfy Hinata-kun, and I screw up everything-- . . ."
I kissed him, hugging him as tightly as I could.
Letting go, I said, "Nagito, I love you with all my heart. I could never replace you for anything in the world to make me as happy as I am now, here, with you. Please, don't ever forget how much I love every single thing about you."
"H-Hajime . . ." he took in a breath, trying to stop the sobbing. It didn't work, as he fell into my shoulder, hugging my back tightly.
I leaned him back onto the pillows, letting him embrace and cuddle as much into me as he needed to.
I would greatly accept it, no matter what.
. . .
The next morning, we woke up on our own time. Of course whenever I woke up, Nagito was already up and about, still trying to tidy up the place even though it was as clean as it could get.
Whenever I walked in the living room, seeing him knelt down over the coffee table, dusting, he did his normal routine, "Oh, good morning Hinata-kun! Did you rest well?" He stood up immediately, coming over to hug me. I hugged gratefully back, enjoying every single thing he did.
"Ah, yes, how about you, Komaeda?"
He smiled, placing a kiss on my cheek, "I had such a wonderful dream last night! I imagined we were in a resort, and oh, get this! There was such a big selection of books to read! I dreamt that you and I read every single one in that library, sitting on the beachfront, just enjoying each other's company," he hugged himself, sighing with content, "I can still feel the sun's warmth.
Laughing slightly, I placed my hand underneath his cheek, rubbing my forehead against his. "You're too adorable, you know that?"
"Hm? Adorable?" He placed his finger to his mouth, pondering for a moment, "Nope, I don't believe I've ever been called that before. Thank you, Hinata-kun!"
Placing a kiss on his lips quickly, I turned around, feeling my stomach growl. I looked in the frayed and chipping cabinets, trying to find something to eat. There was little selection left, this wasn't a good sign.
We were running out of food.
I didn't want to think about it now, so I brushed it off to the side, grabbing something from the cabinet to eat. Calling over my shoulder, I asked, "Nagito, have you ate yet?"
He called back, "Ah, no, I wanted to wait until you woke up," I heard his bare feet step into the kitchen with me, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder, his soft hair brushing against my skin.
"Well, let's share these peanut butter crackers, and then maybe we can fast for the rest of the day with just some pieces of gum?" I rubbed my head on his, feeling his heart beating against his chest.
"Alright, anything you say for us to do, Hinata-kun," his lips moved towards my collarbone, licking it with his tongue.
Taking them off the cabinet, I went over to the front porch, sitting on it with Nagito, taking a cracker and biting into it. He did the same, laying his head back onto my shoulder. We enjoyed the sounds of birds chirping, the sky above dotted with puffy white clouds.
It was a perfect temperature outside, finally, I was so glad Spring was coming. I could tell Nagito was, too.
Then, we heard a sound.
I tensed up, Nagito lifted his head from my shoulder.
The sound spoke out again, it sounded like an animal. I relaxed whenever I thought this, passing it off as nothing more than a bird.
I heard Nagito shuffle, and step down from the steps, my eyes opening to see him bent over, picking something up.
The animal meowed again, myself seeing it was a cat.
Sighing, I said, "Don't get too attached to that thing, Nagito." He held out the cat arm's length away, looking into its eyes with a big smile. He seemed to be ignoring me, then bringing the cat to his chest, hugging it towards his bare skin. It was fairly skinny.
Komaeda sat down next to me with the black cat sitting in his lap, not moving a muscle, looking up at him with what looked like curiosity. Reaching beside us, he took a cracker, splitting it apart, leaning the part with the most peanut butter towards the cat's nose, it sniffing it. Then it proceeded to lick it, soon after jumping to rub Nagito's chin, him letting out a laugh afterwards.
"Heh, what a nice kitty! And I've heard that legend says that black cats cause bad luck, I don't see any in this poor little thing at all," he smiled again, petting the cat's head as he continued to hold out the cracker towards it. After the cat was finished, Nagito ate the cracker part, as well as the other half.
The cat found itself turning in Nagito's lap, curling up.
Sighing, I placed my elbow on my leg, my hand underneath my chin. I already knew Nagito would want to keep it, no sense in trying to argue otherwise. At least it will give him more happiness.
But . . . What will we feed it?
My eyes darted back and forth between the cat and Nagito, seeing how happy both of them were seeming to be.
His hands went under its belly, lifting its nose to his.
"Kibo," he said, sweetly, "That's what you'll be called."
Kibo? That was the Japanese word for hope.
I gave a small laugh, myself, expecting nothing other than him to name it that. I smiled, myself, seeing him become so happy, turning Kibo over in his arms, exposing its belly, rubbing it.
Scooting myself over to him, I wrapped my arm around him, leaning my head on his shoulder now, petting Kibo, myself.
It didn't seem to like me as much as Nagito. I can now count at least five cat scratches.
Sighing, I stood up, knowing this was a bad idea, "It's all your's," I said over my shoulder, going inside to try and wipe off the blood.
I heard him nervously laugh from behind me, "Ahah, sorry about that, Hinata-kun." But he shortly after went back to playing with the cat.
I smiled, shaking my head. At least this will make him happy.
It will bring me happiness, too.
I'll get that cat to like me. You'll see, Nagito!
Feeling myself smile at the thought, I went to grab another outfit, heading out to the lake to start rinsing my scratches.
"Heading out to the lake?" Nagito said to me as I stepped down the steps, holding the clothes a little tighter in my hands.
"Ah, yeah, afterwards I'm probably going to go and search for more food, okay?"
Nagito set down the cat, saying to me, "I'll be out there in a minute! Wait for me, okay?" he gave a smile, heading in the house. The cat followed at his heels, already becoming so affectionate to him.
Shaking my head, I started across the street to the lake in the middle of the neighborhood, hearing the door shut gently in the distance.
Setting down my new outfit, I started taking my clothes off, stepping into the chilly water. Shivering, I decided I might as well just get it over with. Dipping my head under the water, I came back up with a big breath, feeling my teeth chatter.
"I'm guessing it's pretty cold, huh?" I heard Nagito call out to me, seeing his topless figure on the grass. Taking off the rest of his clothing, he stepped into the water, coming into my arms shortly after, "G-G-Geez it is cold," he hugged onto my sides. Laughing slightly, I splashed him, hearing him shriek.
"N-No fair!" laughing, he splashed me, too.
Swooping him up in my arms, I fell back into the shallow water with him, hugging him closely to me.
Helping him wash, and vise versa, we went back to lay on the grass, putting on our new clothes, laying back into the cold grass, soaking in the sun's warmth. Soon after, Kibo came up to Komaeda's side, climbing onto his stomach, curling up on him. Smiling at seeing Komaeda lighten up, I turned over, placing my arm around him, as well, nuzzling my head into his neck.
"Hajime?" I heard his voice speak, quietly.
"Hmm?" I sighed, closing my eyes, relaxing more. I felt his head shuffle a bit.
"What are we supposed to do now?"
Opening my eyes again, I sat up, propping myself on my elbow. "We just need to live, Nagito. Be happy."

He stayed silent for a moment, considering, "Can . . . Can someone like me really make you happy for the rest of the time we are together?"
Placing my hand on his cheek, I turned his head to face me, smiling. Leaning down, I placed my lips on his, "Of course you can, what would ever make you think you couldn't?"
"I . . . I guess it's just myself that damages me the most, I'm sorry, Hinata-kun."
Nagito sat up, holding Kibo in his arms, "I guess I'll go back inside now. Good luck on finding food, Hinata-kun," and he gave a smile, bending down to place Kibo on the grass, picking up our clothing, and went back across the street to our house, Kibo following inside.
Starting my way down the street towards the convenience store, I wanted to check one last time in case we missed anything, though I know we haven't. We searched every inch of the building now multiple times, still nothing else found. After I check there, I might as well go further into the neighborhood. Komaeda and I were reluctant to go since we didn't know what exactly we would find, but I'll take that chance today.
Opening the store's door, I went to look on each of the shelves, going behind the counter, looking in the freezers . . . Nothing. Going back outside, I started my way off to further in the neighborhood, stepping up the stairs of one house, trying to open the door, it not budging. Taking a few steps back, I rammed my shoulder into the door, it creaking open. A dust cloud flooded its way out onto me, myself wheezing and coughing in return. Rubbing my eyes, I stepped into the house, making my way around to salvage anything I could. Only a few things of food, a couple pairs of clothes. Still, better than nothing.
Heading to the next house, the door opened nicely, and I found only two things of food, no clothes. But, something this house had that the others didn't, was cat supplies. Hard to believe it, but right under the kitchen sink, was a heaping bag full of dry cat food. I picked up some of the former cat's mouse toys, as well, heading to the next house. I found a pair of shoes, some bandages. Next house, absolutely nothing. Next house, only an infestation of roaches. Next house, a little bit more of food. Looking down at the row of houses I still had to search, I decided to turn around and go back home, hoping Nagito would like me finding some things for Kibo.
Struggling to open the door, I stepped inside, seeing Nagito in the backyard running around with the cat. Smiling, I set down what I had, going over to pick up the backpack we found, pulling it on to go search the other row of houses.
Coming closer to the next house, I could sense something was wrong.
Just a feeling in my chest that made my heart drop for just a second. Maybe I was getting worried for nothing.
Adjusting the backpack strap, I looked into the window, only seeing wooden planks covering it. Trying to restrain my nerves, I went to the door and pushed it open. There, in the middle of the living room, strung three bodies with rope tied on their necks. My heart dropped instantly, and I ran back outside, heaving my shoulders over throwing up. I was even worse that one of the bodies, the one I saw the most, were of a child.
Placing my hand on the house's brick, I leaned myself back up, trying to catch my breath. Seeing a flower bush nearby, I went to pick up some flowers, laying it on the front porch of the house.
Gripping onto my shirt, I headed my way to the next house, finding a couple cans of food, as well as a closet filled with clothes that would surprisingly fit us.
Bad luck turns into good, huh?
Find a family dead, then find a closet full of decent clothes for us . . .
Such a strange luck cycle.
Coming back around the dead end's circle, I approached the last house in this row, opening the door and stepping inside. There, I looked through the house, examining the dusty living room, then moving into the kitchen. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Deciding to head back outside before it became dark, as I was passing a room, something flickered in the corner of my eye.
I stopped walking, standing still for a moment before turning towards the room, trying to tilt my head to see wherever the glint came from.
There, sitting on a dresser with the sunset shining on it from the window, was a small box with a ring in it. My eyes caught the reflection of it again as I stepped closer, my fingertips gently touching the box.
In front of the small box was a note reading: "Surprise! I hope this is a good enough gift for my sweetheart Kaiyo. Love, Tsudzukeru."
Looking up at the mirror in front of the dresser, I saw a picture in the corner of it, it displaying a young couple who seemed so happy together.
It seems that Kaiyo never got the gift in time.
Feeling a bit depressed, I walked my way back out, holding the small box in my hand. I decided I might as well make good use of this gift that never got delivered. Though it never reached one partner, I wondered if I could give it to mine.
Putting the box in the pocket of my hoodie, I stepped up the stairs of our home, going inside. "Komaeda?" I called out, hearing bare footsteps coming down the hallway shortly after. Smiling, I went over to the kitchen island again, setting down the backpack.
I started developing a plan in my head, and I was hoping it was the best I could do with our current circumstances.
"Ah, Hinata-kun!" I felt his light weight be shoved onto me, myself hugging him back. "I missed you, even if it was just a short time!"
Laughing slightly, I replied, "I did, too, Komaeda."
"Hm, hm?" he leaned back, poking at my pocket. "What's in here?"
"Oh, just something I couldn't fit in the backpack. Here, take a look, we've got a whole new wardrobe!" I feel like I pulled it off well.
Komaeda gasped with excitement, seeing such a large amount of clothing being produced from the big pocket of the backpack, him smiling away, "Wow, I feel like I'm at a mall! This is really a good find, Hinata-kun!" He hugged onto my side, kissing me on the cheek. "Oh . . . wait," his voice suddenly turned sullen, "If . . . If you found this, you must have had some bad luck, didn't you?" He looked at me with a concerned glance, his hands running all over me, "Where did you get hurt? Here? Here?"
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I gave a laugh, kissing his lips. "Don't worry, nothing affected me physically."
Kibo's paws were patting against the floor, him meowing as he approached us. Komaeda turned around, picking the black cat up, folding him closely in his arms, rubbing his chin on the cat's head, Kibo starting to purr.
"Well, I'm ready to turn in for the night, how about you?" I asked him, yawning.
He nodded, starting to head off to the bedroom, him setting Kibo on the bed.
Pulling out the box from my pocket, I needed to find a place to hide it. Opening a drawer we never used, I placed it in the back, closing it again. "Hinata-kun? Didn't you say you were coming to bed?" I heard him call, myself giving a smile.
"Yeah, just a moment!"
"Are you sneaking some food again?"
"Pfft, no! Why would you think that?"
"Because that's what happened last time!" he stayed quiet for a moment, "Hinata-kun!"
Laughing, I stepped into the bedroom, seeing him ruffling his hair, sitting up on the bed, Kibo placed right in his lap.
Taking off the hoodie and jeans, I slumped myself next to him, stomach first, wrapping my hands around the pillow. Komaeda laid down, Kibo sliding off of him for a moment as Komaeda wrapped his arms around me, myself feeling Kibo curling up between us.
Tomorrow, my plan would commence.