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8 | Laughter

This story is so fun to write tbh

'Lock your doors next time, Komaeda.'

Hinata's eyes widened. He looked around for more notes. There were none under the carpet. None on his desk.

He then opened the closet. There was a note on his stack of pants.

'I hope you don't mind me borrowing one.'

"What a fucking creep..." Hinata muttered to himself.

After thoroughly search his bedroom, he went to the bathroom. Between Komaeda's shampoo bottles, there was another note.

'I wonder what you smell like after using these.'

Hinata felt sick to his stomach. He opened a drawer that was under the sink.

Another note.

'You're a heavy sleeper, Komaeda.'

Hinata rushed to the kitchen and threw the notes onto the table.

"Huh?" Komaeda asked, turning around. "What's all this?"

"That creep put all these in your dorm when they were here,"

"What..?" He picked the one from the shower up. "My smell..? What? I..." he hugged himself.

Chills ran down Komaeda's spine. "Ah, it's... it's so late. I don't think you should go home this late. There's strange people out late. It's not safe. You should stay,"

"It's barely 6 p.m.," Hinata said.

"Ah, but... you never know..." He hugged himself tighter, looking around. Then, he took a deep breath to calm himself.

Hinata put a hand on his shoulder. "Komaeda, if you want me to stay, just ask,"

"It's not that at all, really. I'm... I can..." he giggled.

Hinata took his hand away. Komaeda was acting weird.

He looked up at Hinata. There were swirls in his eyes. "Aha... haha... I just... haha..."

"Quit laughing, this isn't funny!" He shouted. "They might try to kill you, Komaeda!"

"Ahahaha!" His nails dug into his skin. "It's fine if it's just- just trash like me!"

Hinata took a step back as Komaeda kept laughing.

"Uh..." he grabbed his bag. "I think I'll leave now,"

Komaeda's legs gave up under him and he landed on the ground, still laughing. "Just like everyone else, hahaha! You're all the same! Hahaha!"

Hinata was so confused. He was saying things someone who was crying would say, but he was laughing. Was this... Komaeda's version of crying?

"I... I guess I'll stay then." He crouched down in front of Komaeda. "Are you worried they'll about them coming back to hurt you?"

"Worrying about trash like me... it's not right. It's not wrong of anyone to hurt me,"

"Well... Are you scared of getting hurt?"

"I'm not scared, I've been through worse..."

Hinata wanted to rub his back, but Komaeda flinched. "Uh, what are you talking about? Worse?"

"Plane crashes, cancer, kidnappings..."

"What?!" Hinata asked.

"We were on a plane. These men tried to take over it. They had guns and threatened to kill us all if they didn't get... whatever amount of money it is they wanted and a few parachutes," He explained, slowly calming down. "They, ah... hahaha... they got hit in the head by a small meteorite hit them all in the head. And then my parents," He said. "But the hole it caused in the plane made it crash. I was the only survivor,"