The Fire That Fuels My Soul (KomaHina)

It may take a while, but I'll save you

A/N SHOUT OUT TO @Rainydays1572 for reading and commenting on this crap show ;) thx bby

FUYUHIKO POV
A/N i hecking love his pov oml

    We all ended up calling a few people from the class and slowly but surely they showed up,  asking a million question a minute.  Of course,  Chisa showed up first and Hiyoko last,  Mahiru had to drag the tiny bitch there.
    Once everyone was there, Komaeda told everyone to cool their jets as he explained what happened. Everyone stood agape after he finished, trying to process what he's been through and how he could feel.
    "Wh-why didn't he tell us? We could've done something!" Mahiru exclaimed, concerned. I rolled my eyes at that and set my stone cold gaze onto the redhead.
    "He obviously didn't want to burden us! He always carries weights on his shoulders that he knows are too heavy for one person..." I looked at the brunette as he stirred and started to, surprisingly, wake up.
    "Mmn... h-huh..?" He tried to sit up, but stopped midway as he flinched. Komaeda walked over and helped him and sat next to him, Chiaki following suit.
    "W-why am I h-here...? Wh-who are these people..?" He gestured to everyone who had just shown up as they stood,  sadly.
    "Wait..." His expression changed to that of a distressed one. "K-Ko... did I forget them to..?" He looked up to Nagito, teary eyed.  The albino nodded his head sadly.  Hajime looked down,  tears falling like waterfalls.
    "I-I'm sorry... I'm really s-sorry..." Everyone looked shocked at that. "It's not like it's your fault,  Hinata," Chisa reassured. Hajime's gaze was now directed at our teacher.
    "B-But..."
    "No buts! Stop blaming yourself!" Everyone joined in,  comforting Hajime. I then pulled Peko over to the side of the chaos that was ensuing around the brunette.
     "Peko," my tone was serious. "We need to find that asshole Izuru. He's probably moved because Hajime told us where his hideout was."
     She nodded,  eyes stone cold. "Yes, young master.  But to where would he have moved?" I was just about to respond before noticing that the crowd had spread out and we were bound to be noticed any second.
    With that,  I pulled Peko back to the group,  as if we'd never left.  The rest of the class was still bombarding the poor amnesiac with questions,  but I noticed something under his almost torn sleeves.
    Cuts.
    A lot of them.