reserved for my mind | komahina

aphrodisiacs are wild

cw: mild sexual content

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"Ugh," Hajime groans. "I lost again."

Nagito and Hajime had been playing a game of poker (more like 18 games due to Hajime's salty ass), with the former winning every round.

"And you even got a royal flush," he complains, leaning over to the lucky student to look at his cards and throwing his own cards onto the table in frustration. "Your luck's crazy."

Nagito chuckles. "I was so lucky during the game I wouldn't be surprised if a distant relative of mine is dying right now."

"This is just a card game, I'm sure no one's dying."

"I'm sure someone is dying, Hajime."

Hajime lets out a sigh of annoyance at that. "Whatever. I'll beat you this time."

They continue their game of poker and Nagito is grateful that Hajime has chosen to not acknowledge the existence of their very first 'date'. He doesn't exactly want to remember how he literally told Hajime that he could be his bitch. There's no justification for his words other than the fact that Nagito was a bit too thirsty the other day. Not that he's normally thirsty for Hajime. Not that he's normally thirsty in general.

When Nagito wins his twentieth game, Teruteru Hanamura- the Ultimate Cook- walks in, holding a box.

"Hanamura?" Hajime asks. "What are you doing here?"

"Hinata, Komeada," Teruteru says, placing the box on the table and opening it, revealing a chocolate cake. "could you two taste test this?"

Nagito takes a closer look at the cake. It's definitely been made with care, what with the fancy decoration. "I thought you hated junk food, though."

Teruteru smirks and Nagito knows he's about to say something weirder than his own dreams. Maybe. "Yes, but I made this with the Ultimate Chocolatier. I recently found out Owari is into cake, you see."

"Is... this an attempt to hit on her?" Hajime almost sounds surprised. "You normally do something much more, uh, wild."

"I'm planning to-"

"You really shouldn't, Hanamura."

"W-well... Please just taste test the cake anyway!" Teruteru hastily hands Hajime and Nagito forks.

Hajime sighs but takes the fork and eats a small piece of the cake. He chews for a while before commenting, "This is really good, Hanamura."

"Really?" Nagito asks, also taking a bite of the cake. It really does taste amazing. "Ah, so this is the result of a collaboration between the Ultimate Cook and the Ultimate Chocolatier... How hopeful!"

"It's just cake, though," Hajime grumbles, continuing to eat more of the cake.

"I told you to taste test it, not eat the entire thing!" Teruteru glares at the two of them before taking the box away.

"Ahaha, I'm sorry, Hanamura," Nagito apologises.

He turns his gaze back to Hajime and heat rushes to his face.

...Huh?

His mind feels slightly cloudy and the temperature of the room seems higher than it was earlier. Nagito shifts in his seat, tugging on his tie. Hajime, whose face is also flushed, looks far more... pretty, oddly enough. Nagito's eyes wander to Hajime's lips (slight parted) and chest (he remembers it being soft), his mind too hazed to yell at him.

"..Komaeda? Hinata?"

Teruteru sounds concerned and yes, he should be, Nagito kind of feels like having Hajime's hands all over- wait, what?