*laughs nervously*
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tw for violence/blood
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Third Person POV:
Finally, revenge. Knuckles covered in blood, an enemy in the floor, bleeding. If this was what Hinata wanted, why did he still feel pity? Guilt? Regret, even?
Why did he feel pity for Komaeda, the person who had fucked up his life beyond repair? Was it because of lingering feelings? Or, newer ones? Even Hinata himself didn't quite know.
Komaeda groaned slightly, trying to sit himself, blood dripping down his face. Hinata was, again, surprised he had to push away the urge to kick him down again.
But, all he did instead was turn around and stomp away, not even a microscopic lingering glance was aimed back towards Komaeda, who looked like he was going to pass out from blood loss.
Hinata didn't care. He didn't. He didn't care about the possibility of Komaeda out of his life forever. He knew Komaeda would find a way to stay alive and even if he didn't, Hinata wouldn't mourn.
The truth was, Hinata did care. He didn't know why, but he just did. He wondered if Komaeda cared at all.
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apologies for the length, i wasn't sure what else to write
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FanfictionJust little stories and headcanons I come up with at 12 AM. Do not question anything weird here. 😁 Nothing here is ever really very long. There are exceptions, though. As I have left the fandom (for the most part), this is discontinued! May pick it...
