blush :: komahina

hurt - p2

komaeda's knuckles ache. 

drying blood cracks as he flexes his throbbing fingers, he winces as he does so. 
he needs to find hinata. he needs to apologize. 

or he won't be able to live with himself. 

and so, he sits up from the tree he had rested against, and starts walking towards the van. 
the van where so much happened. the road trip. the meteor shower.

the argument. 

fuck, he regrets everything. 
nagito plods to the van, the van with many memories, and slides open the door with trembling hands. 

"what the fuck?"

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"i can't believe i'm doing this," komaeda sniffs, bringing out a first aid kit, "how did you end up passing out? i barely even hit you."

"you, uhm, you br- broke h-his nose, komaeda," mikan squeaks, surveying hinata's face further. 

"if you barely hit me, then how the hell did i pass out?"

nagito just sighs and looks at his boyfriend(ex-boyfriend?). blood is caked around his nose and the top of his forehead. his hair is messed up, and his eyes emit dreariness.

"...i'm sorry."

guilt fills his mind, trapping him in a sticky haze- why did he even do such a thing? 

"shut the fuck up, komaeda," hajime scoffs, pushing himself up, facing nagito,

"you will never be truly sorry. you're just an insane imbecile with low self-esteem."

nagito's brows furrow. of course, it's true- he's just an idiot- just a stupid fucking idiot who will never deserve love or happiness- he'll never be good enough and- 

the towhead's thoughts are interrupted with a sudden burst of pain and ringing in his ears. 

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"what do we do? holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshi-"

"ibuki says we dump him in the ocean!" 

"he's not dead, ibuki. there's no need to dispose of any bodies." 

"but-"

"i agree w-with shuichi, ho-honey. and we li- l- likely need to, uhm, just put some pr-pressure on his nose. and if it swe- swells then we have to- uhm- maybe go to the hospital, but- uhm, i don't think that's n-needed." 

a door opens, then slams shut. 

"what. happened here. " 

"oh! nagito punched haji-waji then ran off! and then hajime came in here and started dieing and stuff and he passed out, then nagito came in here and he tried apologizing and hajime punched him in the face! and now we're here...and nagito has a broken nose, " kokichi exclaims, moving his hands in different ways to describe the order of events occurring. 

chiaki sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose, then walks up to komaeda. 

"ah, chiaki, honey, i don't know if you sh-should be d-doing tha- EEK!" 

nanami has slapped komaeda. in the face. everyone grimaces. 

"that didn't do anything! what the hell, chia-"

"gh...wuh? wher'm i...? wht's wiff m'face achin'...?" komaeda slurs, stirring from his state of unconsciousness. 

"apparently, your stupid ass punched hajime, then he punched you. your noses are both very,very broken." chiaki elaborates, crossing her arms. 

".....oh." 


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a/n: sorry this is so short :((  i promise there's gonna be fluff in the next chapter!!! and alot of it!!