KamuKoma Oneshots (Complete)

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a/n: holy shittt i died ok. sorry about that, since I got ungrounded i haven't been allowed to redownload wattpad on my phone so I only have access to it on my pc at my dad's house. i wrote this last night, its short but sweet and also shit

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tw//: mention of homophobia

"Hey, Kamukura-kun? Can I ask you something?" The former Servant asked. "Mhm..." Kamukura mumbled back, though much to quiet for Servant to hear. "Ah, that's a stupid thing to say. Asking if I can ask you something? That's pathetically dumb. Well, as expected of someone of my s-"

"Go ahead."

"Ah, ok! I'm sorry for bothering you about such a stupid question..."

"Just get on with it."

Servant coughed lightly. "Well, before my parents died, they've always enforced the belief that same-sex relationships or feelings to the same gender was unnatural and wrong." His voice got quieter. "I never believed them... but I've always been super unsure too. I do believe you should be able to love whoever you want, but I don't think I deserve that right..."

Kamukura looked at the other in sudden interest. This would obviously be a sensitive topic for anyone to discuss, but he at least felt comforted by the fact that Servant disagreed with that rule they enforced.

"Hmm... where are you going with this?"

He shook the white locks out of his face and looked directly at Kamukura, which unsettled the other in a way. He's never done that because of the belief he's some sort of higher being or something like that. He let out a short, wheezy laugh, mostly out of nervousness.

"Well... Kamukura... Master?" Servant said awkwardly. Kamukura hated when he used the word "Master" to refer to him, as it made him uncomfortable, and that showed in his change of expression. "Gah! Sorry-! Sorry sorry sorry!! Force of habit, I'm so sorry."

"...Continue."

"Oh! Well, Kamukura-sama..." Now he was using higher honorifics. He was starting to give up on trying to convince him that they're equals.

"...Is it alright that I think I'm deeply in love with every part that sleeps inside of you? Inside and out, I-I really love you."

The confession caught him off guard. His ruby-red gaze got caught in the muted green of the other, and they both stared into each other's beautiful eyes, caught in a daze.

This moment really made Kamukura realize how beautiful Komaeda was. His white, porcelain skin, almost of a doll complimented his grey-green eyes. His hair of fluffy white clouds, messy and framing his thin face beautifully. He had a skinny build which was still visible despite the bulky layers he was forced to wear. There was a bruise on his neck where his collar used to be. He looked like a beautiful doll, with scars and bruises as a result of the Tragedy. All too appealing.

Kamukura snapped out of his state of pure amazement and tried to think of a response to the confession.

He couldn't.

It was odd, he's never been in a situation like this. A situation where he had nothing to say.

Except for one thing.

He got closer to Komaeda and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. "I love you too, sweetheart."

Nagito felt like a puddle of pure bliss, and it was the best feeling he's ever had since he was a child. He felt happy again.