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komeeda was eating a table one day but for some reason, he was in his nice warm room, which is completely normal. he was chomping on the leg when he heard the door crack open, streams of light peeking into the dark room. there stood a very concerned hajime, shocked at this sight.
" komaeda what the heck are yoU DOING!? "
he was yelling at komeeda for him to stop, but komeeda didn't focuse on that, he was more focused on the glorious beads of sweat running down hajime's cheeks, the streaks leaving small tracks.
" hinata-kun, why are you sweating so much? it's not hot in here. " komeeda commented. it was true, hajime was sweating profusely. it was scary. hajime ignored him and just looked concerned.
" komaeda. why were you eating a table? more importantly how were you eating a table? "
komeeda only grabbed a napkin and handed it to him, trying to aid the sweat. hajime took it and wiped his face, but within two wipes, the napkin was soaking and falling apart.
" hinata, I'm not gonna lie. that's disgusting. " komeeda scooted away from hajime, not wanting to get sweat on himself.
" komaeda, really, why are you eating that table? that's definitely not safe. " hajime said firmly. komeeda didn't answer, but only ripped off another piece off and chewed it, making hajime cringe.
" do you not eat tables? " komeeda questioned unjokingly.
" you...you can't be serious. " hajime looked even more concerned at this point, making him sweat more. komeeda handed him more napkins, but nothing worked. they were already in too deep. komeeda swished a chunk of wood around in his mouth, while hajime took two fingers and rubbed the bridge of his nose, sliding easily from his sweat. komeeda observed hajime's bangs and how they were plastered to his forehead from sweat. they stated quiet for a moment, komeeda chewing his wood and hajime trying to fix his problem by wiping it off with his shirt.

to be continued