Komahina Oneshots/Headcanons

what's not to love?

something that i started originally planning to make it a full project but never finished it... been rotting in my drafts for a hot minute and i didn't want to put a few thousand words to waste
(P.S. maybe if people like it enough i'll decide to continue it)
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Another one of these days. Komaeda could already feel the scowl creeping across his face as heart-covered letters fluttered out of his open locker. Last year, he might have been absolutely overjoyed to receive this kinda stuff, but now he was just getting tired of it. He collected the fallen letters, not even bothering to open any of them before he threw them directly into the trash can. He made sure no one was looking, obviously.

He sauntered back to his locker, his mind drifting. It was kind of odd how much he hated all the attention he was getting recently. Even after being bullied basically all through childhood and middle school, being liked by this many people was nothing but a nuisance. It meant that he'd never be able to have true friendships past probably Nanami because of it. And just that fact made all of it nothing but distressing.

He pulled away from the labyrinth of his mind, realising the bell had rung a long time ago. He grabbed what he needed and hurried along towards yet another draining lecture about shit he'd never use again after college. Just thinking about his future brought up yet another cluster of spiraling thoughts that he fought off all the way to the classroom.
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"Why so gloomy? Usually you're at least a little happy to talk to me." The faint clicking of Nanami's controllers along with the slight raise in the tone of her voice managed to pull Komaeda out of his trance.

"I don't know. My thoughts are just... spiraling again, I guess." He crossed his arms, leaning further into his chair. Nanami was the only one he could really go to about his mental problems. The counselors didn't help, and his parents were... well... you know. Dead. Maybe that was what changed his whole entire character around.

"I swear to God Nagito, if you're thinking about Hajime again I'm going to crack your skull open." She had an annoyed look on her face, but it wasn't meant to offend Komaeda.

"No! No. I promise it's not about him. I just..." He trailed off, not sure what to say.

"You're making it really hard to believe you right now, you know." She looked up at him with a doubtful gaze, putting down her games for a moment.

"Okay, fine, yes. It is about him." Komaeda let out a scoff. "Seriously, I would get run over by a car just to be next to him." Komaeda sighed, looking into the distance. Nanami rolled her eyes, momentarily correcting her attention to him.

"Why don't you just talk to him? Hang out with him even?" She had been dealing with Komaeda ranting about his obscure crush on Hinata for months. She was mostly done at this point.

"I can't." He seemed to grow a little more gloomy, laying his head in his crossed arms. "He hates me. Like, a lot. I doubt I'll ever be able to get anywhere near him."

Nanami rolled her eyes, turning back to her game. "You could at least make it effort. Knowing you, wouldn't surprised if you actually did something extremely out of pocket if this continues." She let out a paltry chuckle.

"I guess. Though, I doubt he'd be willing to just change all of his rock-hard opinions about me." He desperately wanted to abscond from this conversation, but knowing Nanami, that probably wasn't possible.

"Either that or just get over him. You're like, disgustingly in love with him and you're super hopeless." Yep. There she goes.

"You know I can't change feelings just like that." Even though her advice seemed quite basic and outright unhelpful, Komaeda's mind still bubbled up with possible ideas to get closer to him. Burn the school down and leave himself and Hinata the only surviving people so that he'd be forced to talk to him? Tantalizing, but definitely not. Kill everyone he could possibly have a crush on? No, because then he'd have to kill Nanami too. "Also, aren't you good friends with him? I'm sure you've heard him complaining about me... a lot."

"Ohhhh, yeah. He constantly talks about you. Though he does hate you, it is weird how much he's thinking of you." That surely did not make him even feel minutely better.

"You know, you're making it worse." Nanami smiled, laughing slightly as she changed the subject.

"Well, maybe if you actually read those thousands of love letters you get daily, maybe you'd find one from him." Komaeda rolled his sage green eyes.

"Only in my wildest dreams." He sighed ruefully, looking off into the distance again.
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Maybe if I just killed Hinata, I'd get over him quicker. The fact he genuinely contemplated that for a good half an hour was slightly discerning. For whatever reason, murder had had a prominent space in his head the past few days. Maybe he shouldn't have stopped going to therapy.

He tapped his pen on his desk, not paying a single molecule of attention to the teacher, lost in his own mind. Ideas kept coming, but all were either violent or had too much asperity. Honestly, he thought that any attempt to get close to Hinata would end in delirium, but he couldn't just abjure from him. It was all complicated in a way that made his brain hurt, so he gave up on that topic, moving to others.

Albeit, he didn't exactly have many other topics to mull over, but he also didn't have the willpower to pay attention to this godforsaken lesson about some random piece of ancient literature. Maybe it was just the eye-bleeding aesthetic of the room, but Komaeda felt like he couldn't stand another second in this concrete box.

The clock didn't seem to be ticking any faster, though, so he sort of just accepted his dull reality. He had absolutely nothing to do when he got home, so probably just more thinking and frantic pacing until the hours finally darkened. How exciting.

Maybe he could meet up with Nanami for something. Something like bubble tea or tag along with her as she went game shopping. Well, it was better than the latter, so he'd probably at least try to bring it up at some point.

He pulled his thoughts back down from the clouds, only to remember that Hinata was in this certain period. He desperately didn't want to, but he felt his eyes glide around the room and find their respective places watching Hinata. Komaeda felt himself fall into his little habit of revolving his mind around Hinata.

It really does hurt when you love someone.
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here's the original synopsis:
The caste system set up at Hope's Peak Academy is a rough and unkind path, one where only two come to the top; Komaeda Nagito and Hinata Hajime.

The two who have been lucky enough to reach the top are enemies. Nemeses. They despise each other more than anything.

Or at least... that's what it would seem like to the untrained eye.

Inside the minds of both, things are more messy. Obsessive love never succeeds, right? That's what neither will ever believe.
anyways, what do you guys think? i have another two chapters in my drafts so you tell me