Komahina one-shots + Random jots of writing

Addict

The brunette puffed out a breath of smoke from his cigar as he looked outside his window at the cold gray winter before him. He wore a simple tie and suit with the future foundation logo on the right side. His bright red eye glowed in contrast to olive green one.

"How dull..." he muttered under his breath as he re-lit his cigar.

His partner had made him promise to never smoke or associate with any other drugs, yet he ended up breaking that same promise he held so dear. It was the only way he could cope with the other's death. His partner had died from Frontotemporal Neurocognitive Disorder, which was warned of at the start of their relationship.

Nonetheless, his lover's death had made an impact on him. He had no interest in hardcore drugs such as heroin or cocaine, yet he used marijuana as a calming source. It soothed his anxiety and lessened his depression. His best friend tried to tell him there were better ways of coping, but he ignored her. He was too addicted. He'd feel restless and paranoid if he didn't smoke at least half a box a day. He knew it was bad for him, he'd been told multiple times from his friends. He ignored it nonetheless, to him it even seemed good.

If his health worsened and his lungs stopped, he'd surely die. While he wasn't suicidal, he definitely didn't mind dying. To him. It'd be a chance to see his love again.

He didn't necessarily believe in heaven or any other form of afterlife. All he did was hope he could see the other again. Whether it was another life or another place, he longed to hold the other in his arms once more.

To run his fingers through his lover's soft silk-like hair, to hear him ramble on about silly things only to get embarrassed afterward, to make him laugh and show off that beautiful smile of his. It's all he ever wanted.

He hated himself for breaking the promise, but he had no choice. It was because of his addiction he hardly left his room other than to go out and buy more cigars. He had plenty of food in their small kitchen, so he didn't worry about that.

Not that he ate much anyways, he'd got thinner as time went on, practically starving himself.
There were days that he'd hear pounding on his door, most likely his 'former' friends. Regardless, he chose to ignore it, thinking of it as dull and pitiful they'd even bother with him.

    One late afternoon while he was intoxicating himself with smoke, he heard a knock on his door. It wasn't pounding like all the other times, but he proceeded, as usual, closing his eyes and shutting out all noise.

    The knocking stopped and he opened his eyes once more. He looked over at the door to see the knob jiggling slightly. He raised an eyebrow at this, wondering if whoever was at the door was attempting to break in, a tactic that had been used before but had failed. So he wasn't sure why they were trying again.

    Then he heard it.

    "Hinata-kun?"

    A familiar voice that he hadn't heard in ages.

    He jolted up and looked the door intensity. So, this was their new tactic, huh? To taunt him with his voice? How cruel. Were they this desperate to get him out?

    He shakily pulled out a new cigar and lit it. He blew a few shaky puffs before making his way to the door, trembling. He couldn't let them see him like this, not after being so evil as to use his voice against him. The voice then came again.

    "Hinata-kun? Are you in there? Please be alright," the voice said softly.
   
    He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, how sick were they? To do this, of all things, to him? He just wished they'd leave him to die instead of putting him through this hell.

    He waited... Expecting it to stop. Only to receive another light knock on the door.
   
    He swung the door open angrily, "WHAT?!"

    He stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes and shrunk pupils. "K-Komaeda?"

   Shhh, it's okay, I'm here," Hajime felt a soft cold hand caressing his cheek. "Shh..."

   He shakily put his own hand over the other, pressing it down. "K-Ko..ma..ed...a?"

  He could feel a tear from his green eye fall.  The other pressed their foreheads together while holding the sides of the brunette's face.

"Shh... I'm here, it's okay now... I'm sorry it took so long, but I'm back... and I'm not leaving you again, Hajime."

  Still halfway paralyzed from shock, he wrapped his arms around the other while trembling. He pulled him as close as he could, still unable to process.

He squeezed the back of his lover only to find it was tough and metal like.

  Of course.

  He was simply an AI version of the one he loved.

(I was gonna add more but I gotta work in an x-mas special. If I can't finish on time I'll just post an x-mas drawing)