Komahina Oneshots/Headcanons

to be without you

nagito has separation anxiety and misses hajime
more hurt comfort :)
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Komaeda clutched onto the blanket, feeling tears pricking in his eyes. I miss Hajime. I hope he comes home soon. His poisonous thoughts began to filter in. What if he abandoned me? Is he ever really gonna come back? He began shaking, trying to push away the intrusive thoughts. God, I hate being alone. It's terrifying. The air seemed the grow a little colder, the room a little darker.

I wish I could at least go out. But it's raining and I doubt Hajime would like it if I took a walk in the rain. He might think I'm gonna get sick and then get worried. I don't want to be a nuisance. He pulled the blanket over himself more, laying fully down. It's too early to sleep. He pulled out his phone, his fingers hovering over the text icon. Do I really need to bother him with my stupid worrying? I doubt he'd appreciate being interrupted right now. He sighed, slightly fed up with his own mind.

He truly, purely, just wanted to cry. He wanted to sob, to wait until his voice grew hoarse. But he wasn't going to. Shed a few tears, maybe, but crying? Absolutely not. He was not going to be seen crying over such a menial thing. He'd just give Hajime an extra big hug when he arrived.

What if he doesn't come home, what am I supposed to do then? The shaking and the urges became worse, and Komaeda really really wanted to just sob until his pillow was soaked to the middle.

He pulled his blanket up to his face, burying his head into it as he sat up again. I miss him. Is he gonna get back soon? Komaeda felt the tears finally break free, his body shaking as the tears quivered thorough him.
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Hinata stared at the aisles of the grocery store, his thoughts beginning to race. Is Nagito going to be okay being alone for so long? I know he struggles with separation anxiety sometimes... I hope he's okay. I'll head back soon. He checked his list again, mentally noting everything else he didn't and did have.

After an excruciating other hour finally passed, and he was finally back in his car. He began worrying again, but assured himself he was just overthinking again.

The drive back to his apartment was boring, to say the least. He really wanted to see Komaeda again, and it made everything seem to mundane. He finally pulled up into the parking garage, getting out of his car and collecting all of his bags.

His steps echoed through the stairwell as he ascended to his floor, and he felt his arms begin to ache from the weight of the bags. He reached his door, struggling to unlock it with full arms.

The second he walked in, Komaeda was already approaching him. He obviously had been crying, and immediately latched onto Hinata. He sniffled, burying his face into the crook of Hinata's neck. Hinata set down his groceries and twisted his arms around Komaeda's waist.

"Angel? What is it? Are you alright?" When he didn't get a response, he just hugged him tighter. "I'm sorry for not coming back sooner. I know you don't like being alone."

"It's alright. You had things to do. I didn't want to be a bother." His voice was hoarse, probably from crying. "Right now, I just want to hug you." Hinata smiled, feeling his face soften.

"How about, I go put these groceries away, and then I'll lay down with you?" He pulled away, wiping the tears from Komaeda's face. Komaeda nodded slightly, retracting from his grasp.

"Okay. I'll wait for you in your room." He turned away, walking off.
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Hinata finished up putting everything away, finally satisfied. He pulled off his title and removed any other uncomfortable accessories, heading towards his room.

He gently knocked on the door, opening it softly as he entered. Komaeda already seemed to be drifting off before he came in, but was awakened when the door was opened. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry." Hinata scratched his head, smiling nervously. Komaeda yawned, sitting more directly up. He smiled and motioned for Hinata to get into bed with him.

"It's alright. I was waiting for you anyways." God, he's so adorable. Hinata almost zoned out, staring at Komaeda. He shoot his head, kicking off his shoes and slipping under the covers.

He wrapped his arms around Komaeda. They were both intertwined now, and both could feel the warm passion of love fluttering through them. "I love you, darling."

"Love you too."
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be grateful for frequent updates rn, it won't last long... writing slumps are frequent with me