An Undeniable Feeling <Komahina>

5 - Music tastes

Nagito Komaeda's P.O.V.

It is six am.

Why the fuck is Hajime blasting music.

The music could be faintly heared from my room, but I could still recognize the song.

DEEPTHROAT BY CUPCAKE

oh my g o d.

Is he listening to this unironically?

I hope not.

I sighed and shook my head.

[Text]

Ko: Nice music taste.

Hajime: Oh shut up.

-Time skip to class-

I barely made it in class. The bell rung just as I entered the classroom. Whew. I went and sat down in our regular places.

The teacher explained boring ass stuff like usual.

"This is individual work, but I don't mind if you use headphones to listen to music." The teacher gave us a document to complete. I hastly took out my headphones and listened to Spice girls.

IT'S CATCHY OKAY-

Hajime suddenly approached me, which caused me to move back a bit.

He smirked. "Noo wayy, are you listening to Spice Girls?" I KNOW HE SAID IT LOUDLY ON PURPOSE- God, people are looking this way-

I thought about the best comeback.

I smirked too. "At least I don't listen to Deepthroat at six am, riight??" I snickered.

"Y-You fucking shit!-" He grabbed me by the collar. Everyone was staring at us.

"Boys, Stop." The teacher said with a forcefull tone.

Hajime released my collar and emmited a small "tsk."

I just laughed silently.

"Shut up..." Hajime pouted cutely. Some fangirls even sqealed at the sight of him like that.

I looked down at my loosened collar, but suddenly felt a small peice of paper hit my face. I picked it up and opened it.

[ With force like that, imagine how strong he would be in bed ♡ ;)

-Ultimate Detective]

I quickly crumpeled up the paper and threw it back at her, but she didn't even turn around and somehow managed to catch it without looking at it. Everything she does is so cool and stylish.

... But..

What if...

What if Hajime was actually really forceful in bed... and that he could easily pin me up to a wall, make all kinds of rough marks on my body and even press his-

Oh fuck.

My pants were getting tight.

This is not a good sign.

Alert. Alert. Alert. Alert.

I heard Kirigiri's laugh from the front of the class.

S-SHE TOTALLY PLANNED THIS, DIDN'T SHE?!-

Trying to calm myself, I slowly rubbed my legs together and looked towards the clock.

It was almost lunch time, good.

"Mr. Hinata, please solve this equation in front of the class." The teacher exclaimed.

"Ah, yes." Hajime stood up and started writing on the chalkboard.

My hand slowly moved over my crotch and started to softly palm it through the clothing...

It did feel nice... but I felt so guilty-

After solving the equation, Hajime came back to his place.

I was visibly struggling. Very visibly struggling.

"You okay there?" Hajime sat down.

I didn't answer back and looked away.

He put his hand over my back and rubbed it. "Are you upset about that music thing?-"

Ding Dong

"Sorry Hinata, I have to go!" I took my bag and ran to the bathroom as fast as possible.

I went into one of the stalls and locked it. I pulled down the toilet seat and let myself fall over it.

Time to take care of this...

I inhaled a bit before pulling down my pants and boxers.

I did what I had to do.

-After a while-

"Thank godness..." I walked out of the bathroom stall.

"What are you so relieved about?" Hajime was resting his back against one of the sinks.

"AH-!" I leaped back, putting myself into an attack stance. "H-Hajime!?- Why are you here!?-"

"Well, Kirigiri told me that she had a hunch you would be here..." Hajime stepped towards me.

T-THAT BITCH-

"What were you doing these past ten minutes?" He went closer towards me, making me step back.

"Come on, time's ticking..." He kept coming closer, but then, of course, I hit the wall.

"I... Uh..." I looked away, trying to avoid his peering gaze towards me.

"Tell me." He put his right hand next to my head and leaned his face inches apart from mine.

...

I smashed my forehead against his.

"O-OW!-" Hajime winced and stepped back.

"SORRY-" I quickly took my bag and ran away. I have no clue where I'm going.

I just ran to our class and went back to my seat...

huh?

A peice of paper?

I opened it.

[ Well aren't you a perv, getting hard thinking about your crush just because of a single sentence.

-Ultimate Detective ;)]

I crumpled up the paper with rage and threw it in the trash bin. "Fucking hell..." I sighed and sat down.

I put my arms on my desk and rested my head on them.

I'm exhausted...