The Butterfly's Meaning || ♡Komahina/Hinakoma♡

Just a Week

Third Person P.O.V 

Komaeda, in short words, was upset by the Group of Gifted's decision in having ones in the organization participate in going over to the main side of Hope's Peak for an entire week. Did they suddenly not care for the members? Did they lose all sense of thought and common sense? That was going to be extremely difficult. Especially for people like Nagito, who didn't have the very best reaction to bullying. Bullying was sure to happen once the entire week began. It would be nice if the world was only filled with kind people who would do no harm, yet that just wasn't, and would never be, the reality. And all the cloudette could do, was hope that him and anyone he cared for got to partner up with someone harmless during that week. 

Though, he had no time to focus on that right now. It was the weekend! Therefore he would have to spend the two days to his best advantage. So, he'd probably be writing and reading most of the time, getting as much of that done as he could in the time he was given. On the side, he would be researching butterflies. The researching of butterflies had to be done, because the exact same butterfly was continuously visiting his windowsill every day. His guess, though, was that the butterfly was a sign of upcoming death and/or despair. He'd be grateful to be wrong, though; or perhaps he would be fine with seeing an upcoming death because of a butterfly. That would be quite remarkable and would be an event to go down in history. Just that may make Komaeda somewhat famous. That may be hopeful. But anyways, he ended up not being able to find anything related to his incident in the long run. It was unfortunate. Therefore he took on his focus on writing; he loved writing. As he wasn't able to speak, he found a gratefulness of expressing feelings and thoughts through writing. His wants, his desires, almost anything. 

Writing was a lot like opening up to a new world for him. A world where he didn't feel so helpless and needy in speaking. It was a world where he could speak. A world where he didn't have as many worries as he did in the real world. Hell, who wouldn't want that, if one was in Nagito's shoes? Not only just the idea of him speaking within the writing world, he also loved just expressing what he liked to without worry. His notes were more private, and they were quite mixed up and unorganized. He'd usually just write down something random, he hardly could ever keep up. But, he wanted to at least improve on that note. 

He decided to write about soulmates; he wasn't sure of why, it was just a topic he felt like writing at that moment. The idea of soulmates was interesting to him. Living with something that lived to prove that you have a soulmate, and just having someone that was destined to love you in general. Komaeda almost felt jealous of those who have soulmates. The experience must be bewildering. 

He started writing in an entire different section, labeling it 'Soulmates'. And with that, he would begin writing; though, starting up stories was always a difficult part. For him, at least. Especially when the cloudette's writing was more of a freestyle and went without pre-planning. Everything he wrote was right there on the spot. He wasn't sure of if he wanted the story to be sad, to be happy, or to be bittersweet. He wasn't even sure of what characters he would be using in it, that was just something he'd have to create on the spot. Well, he could write fan-work; that would be easier, because then he wouldn't have to put all the time and effort into creating an original character. Though, he thought that putting effort in made him seem like more of a genuine writer. So he would work on that, and use originality. Originality, what an odd word to say while planning up a soulmate story, out of all the things. 

He began writing, making up characters as he would write. Though, he was unfortunately interrupted by Amami coming into his room. The albino was greeted by the greenette's calm and comforting tone. "Good evening, Komaeda. How are you?" He questioned. The male would usually come in to check in on his friends at the hospital to see if they were alright, and would allow others to vent to him if that was what they wanted. He may be the Ultimate Survivor, although a more fitting talent would probably be the Ultimate Therapist. That was just something he'd done quite well, and Nagito would know from first hand. He'd vented to the green eyed boy multiple times in the past about things in his head that he wanted off of his chest, most of those usually being about how much he longed to speak. And he had to admit, Rantaro was amazing at making him feel better. He never got annoyed, tired, or irritated, he was always open to listening and doing his best to help. He was a lot like a big brother to everyone he knew except Ouma, and Ouma of course got the pass of knowing him as a boyfriend. 

So, this was what Rantaro was presumably doing just that. Going around his friends' rooms and speaking with them, making sure they were doing okay and such. The white headed male smiled, grateful for the other male's kindness. He took his phone from the bedside drawer, clicking on to the notes app and typing out, "I'm doing quite well, I'm just writing! What about you?" And held it up to the one on the wheelchair. After reading it, the cabbage head smiled warmly. "I'm glad to hear that! I'm doing well too, Kichi and I will be going out to the new restaurant in an hour, so I'm pretty excited about that. So what are you writing? That is, if you feel comfortable telling me," was what he replied with. 

Nagito was.. One to be embarrassed about his hobbies, to say the least. Especially when it came to using his own creativity. He believed that anything he created entirely on his own was weak and not worth much, so sharing his writing was something he discovered as difficult. But as he usually liked to think, there would always be room for improvement. And who knows, perhaps Amami could be able to give helpful constructive criticism. He took back his phone, typing in "A soulmate story. Would you be interested in seeing it so far?" and holding that back up. After briefly reading it, the wavy haired boy nodded. "Of course I would! I love the idea of soulmates, they're quite adorable." 

The pale, sick boy nodded and smiled in agreement. He put his phone down, then holding up his notebook to where Rantaro could see. The tan-ish male took a moment to read the lines of the story so far, but the entire time he did, he kept on a warm smile, and the look in his eyes would read as intrigued. After reading it, he chuckled softly. "I must admit, you're a talented writer. A plentiful of depth and splendid ideas and wording, it's admirable, really. You do so well writing this kind of romance genre, it almost makes me believe that you're going through a soulmates story line, outliving it," he complimented. That was quite the large comment, considering how much Komaeda had written, and that wasn't even so much. Although, he was grateful nonetheless. He smiled, typing in "Thank you" into his phone and once again holding it up for the other's view. 

"You're welcome, Komaeda. Anyways, how do you feel about next week? Are you excited?" The greenette was going around today, always asking this specific question. He personally was quite excited, though at the same time he had a smudge of fear of what could happen. The mute boy sighed lightly, and instantly began typing up his worrisome feelings on the decision. It took a hot moment, but he eventually finished and put it up to Rantaro's view. It also took the male another hot moment to read it fully. "I see. Well, that's understandable; I suppose it was a mindless choice made. But, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about it except enjoy ourselves. It's just a week, we'll be back and learning here in no time." He did his best to assure his friend that everything should work out okay. Though, he honestly couldn't say for sure as to if things were going to be okay or not. 

"Anyways, if that'll be all, I'm going to go check up on Togami now.. Well, if he'll even let me talk to him," Amami sighed, looking off to the side. He cared for Byakuya just as much as any of the others he considered as friends, although the blonde's prickliness was irritating and made him feel unwanted. The cloudette would simply nod, signalling that the greenette could leave as he would so like to. And so he did, and Komaeda was left to continue writing, doing his best to keep his mind off of what could happen in the next two days. 

[a/n: Hiii- sorry this chapter is short! There's just this oneshot that I want to get to writing at the moment, I promise that future chapters will be longer than this.]