♡ Pictures | Hinakoma/ Komahina ♡

10 | Exes

"Feed me?" He asked, confused.

"I am not doing that, what the hell?!" Hinata exclaimed, sitting up.

"Ah, you're finally awake!" Komaeda smiled, turning around to him. "I got a new photo with a note. They're talking about food and wanting to feed me or something,"

"What the fuck..." he muttered, getting up. "You gotta leave this dorm, Komaeda. This place isn't safe. I have really bad feeling about this,"

"I have nowhere to go," He said.

"Go home to your parents-"

"I'm an orphan, Hinata-kun,"

"Shit, right. Grandparents?"

"No. I have no one. I have nowhere to go. I can't leave. This is my home,"

Hinata ran his hands through his hair. "Then... come with me. I'm sure you can stay for a night or two. My parents are barely ever home, they won't mind,"

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to taint your home with my presence,"

"I'm sure. Pack your bags, okay? We're leaving. I'm not letting some creep kidnap you,"

Komaeda stared at him. Was Hinata... worried? Protective? Why did he care?

No matter. The pale boy smiled at him anyway.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing's funny. I'm just happy,"

"Why? You're being stalked,"

"Hinata-kun cares about me!" He said, grinning.

The brunet just stared at Komaeda. He was weird. So damn weird. But kinda cute too.

Komaeda packed his bags and they left the dorm. Hinata lead him to the bus stop and they got onto a crowded bus. Komaeda looked around, memorizing every other passenger.

"Hey, Hinata-kun," He whispered to the brunet. "That girl keeps staring at you. I think she likes you," he said, giggling.

"She might be staring at you. What if she's your stalker?"

"I've never seen that girl in my life. Why would she be?"

Hinata, who was holding onto on the loops at the ceiling of the bus, wrapped an arm around Komaeda's back and pulled him closer, so they were standing face to face. "Good, she stopped staring,"

"...good job..." Komaeda muttered. He was so stupid sometimes.

When they finally left the bus, the pale boy let out a sigh of relief.

"It was so hot and hard to breathe!" He complained. "Oh well. If someone like me suffocated, it would be quite the gift to humanity!"

"Shut up." Hinata said, pulling him along. "I think that girl might be our guy,"

"Our woman, then. Not our guy. But no, I disagree. She was quite obviously staring at you. You're just a dense fool who doesn't realize when someone is interested in him!"

"...damn."

"Anyway, where is your home?"

"Right there." He pointed across the street.

"Wow, your parents must have good jobs!" Komaeda pointed out.

"It's rude to ask people about their money," Hinata told him.

They entered the house. Komaeda stared at the walls, filled with photos of Hinata, his parents, him as a child, his grandparents and all of them together.

A smile forms on his face. "Your parents have so many pictures of you. They must really love you,"

"Yeah, whatever,"

"And you have grandparents too! Two whole pairs! How lucky!" He laughed.

"That's the normal amount,"

"Not for everyone. But, ah, your family seems so sweet. Your parents look so... full of life! I'd love to meet them,"

"Maybe,"

"You're not passionate about your family,"

Hinata shrugged. "I guess not. Everyone has their own story, Komaeda." He said, patting his shoulder. "Remember that."

"I understand. Some of us have bad parents, some have none at all. Which one is preferable, I wonder?"

"My parents aren't shit. I like them, to be clear. But they're... difficult. They don't mistreat me or anything. Let's get you to the guest room now,"

"Okay!"

The guest bedroom was nice. There was a bed, a desk with a mirror, a small closet, a rug and a chair in the corner. Komaeda began putting his clothes into the closet.

"Let's hope my mom and dad won't kick you out. Uh, whatever. Komaeda, let's talk now. I'm expecting full and clear honesty,"

He sat down on the chair, resting his elbows on his knees with his hands folded together.

"Go ahead, interrogate me!" Komaeda said.

"What were your ex-boyfriends like?"

Komaeda thought for a second. "I had my first boyfriend at 14, almost 15. He was 17 at the time," He said. "He was sweet and handsome and stuff... but I don't think he liked boys after all,"

The two were kissing on the bed. Komaeda wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck.

"I love you,"

"Yeah." His boyfriend grabbed his waist. "You're so hot,"

Komaeda blushed.

His boyfriend pushed a hand up his shirt and then pulled back quickly. He looked dissapointed.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

"Sorry. I just... I don't know... I thought I'd have my first make-out session with a girl,"

Komaeda frowned. "Then don't date a boy." He crossed his arms.

"After that, we broke up. He only liked girls," he said.

"Damn. Bad luck,"

"Just a month or two later, I got a new boyfriend. I made sure he loved boys. The problem was... he was always making everything sexual. I didn't want to sleep with him, but he kept trying and trying until I had enough and broke up. I told him no. It got annoying." He rolled his eyes. "Ans he was obsessed with being my first everything. Not being my first boyfriend was bad enough, not being my first kiss was even worse. He turned everything into a first time. One time he just took off his shirt and said that now at least he'd be the first shirtless boy I saw. Oh, and he was always so rough with me. He pushed me around a lot and he always grabbed me and pulled me around too," Komaeda exclaimed.

"Sounds like a creep,"

Komaeda nodded. "I was young and naive though, Hinata-kun. This is embarrassing to tell you. I always went for boys who were a couple years older. I didn't have any more boyfriend after that, but several little flirts and stuff. I was so dumb... I thought possessive guys were great. They made me feel special and cared for in a time when no one else did, I suppose,"

"Possessive might be the keyword," Hinata said. "Did any of them stick out more than the others?"

"...Not really. Do you really think it's one of them?" He asked. "If so, I'm going to punch myself in the face! I'm causing you all this trouble all because I flirted with a bunch of guys a few years ago... I really am worthless,"