"hajime."
"what is it, nagito?"
"do you know how to tie a tie?"
hajime glanced over at komaeda briskly, feeling a nervous sweat start to stain his shirt. the shirt that he'd just washed. god. dangit.
"i uh. why do you ask?"
"i don't know. i'm just wondering," komaeda offered a tight grin, "but that's not an answer. avoiding questions only gives you suspicion, you know."
"oh my GOD OKAY DUDE THIS ISN'T A LIFE OR DEATH THING." hajime huffed, feeling irritation prickle at his skin, "and if you have to know, i do."
"then why are you wearing a clip on tie?" komaeda's smile at that moment was no longer a light comfort to hajime. he now felt out in the open in the other's gaze.
"uh- well. i-" his voice came from him in short stutters before he composed himself, "why do you even care so much bro. it literally doesn't matter whether i can tie a stupid tie or not. i could probably just google it if i wanted to."
"hehe. it just feels good to know that i have that leverage over you."
"why are you like this"
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Fanfictionhey this is a crackfic and also this contains spoilers for the games ~~ one day komeeda was chomping on a table when jahime stepped in, a clear and shiny sheen of sweat covering his face, to confront him about this. ~~ credit to ferociousfirefreckl...
