Absent Student | KomaHina

Chapter 11

Knowing that step by step I was getting closer to the hell, which was my house, was making me feel pain in my chest. If I wasn't such a good boy, I would run away already years ago—but I was. I'd decided to get used to the weight of my parents being fucking idiots rather than look for an alternative. But wait— there was none either way. Beside parents I had only my aunt and Izuru... and they were not a good alternative, believe me when I say that. Although my aunt was a way better person than my mom, I still... I.. I wouldn't want to live under the same roof as that damn talented genius. I didn't have a reason to hate him... he didn't do anything wrong.. but if I could, I would send him to hell. Just imagining living under the same room as the person who I'd been compared to for years made me feel disgust. 

I smiled with a hint of insanity in my smile but soon it faded from my face as I approached my house.

My parents were telling me something but I didn't hear anything or more like I didn't really pay attention and as soon as I got into my room, I fell onto my bed and hugged the sheets tightly going back in my thoughts to mine and Komaeda's farewell. "Hehe.. he wants me to stay overnight at his place..?~" I smirked. I couldn't help feeling incredibly excited about that. Spending a weekend at his place seemed as a way better idea than staying home and letting my parents keep damaging my mental health.

I lazily got rid of my pants and laid down on my back, while not worrying about the homework neither the next day's school... I would normally worry about all of it very much but I couldn't, since the thought of Komaeda wanting me to stay at his place was just too intriguing. Why did he suggest it? What are his intentions? What will we do? Same things as always? Where will I sleep? Maybe w-with.. h— I had so many questions and the more they progressed the literally worse they were. I shook my head in order to get a grip before I'd think about something that I'd feel deeply ashamed of.

"I'm just... helping him. My feelings are genuine. I don't expect anything.." I kept saying those words to calm myself down. I hated that in reality my feelings were just the opposite of the words I'd said. It wasn't as if they weren't genuine.. but I knew that it wasn't like I wasn't hoping for him to notice my feelings, which I grew for him, and maybe even reciprocate them at least somewhat. Give me hope. Make me feel alive and so on..

I pulled up my sleeve looking at my arm in the soft moonlight; I couldn't help a disgusted smile to crawl onto my face. "I.. don't want to think what would he think, if he saw what I've been doing to myself..." I pulled it back down shutting my eyes tightly not wanting to drown further into my pessimistic thoughts.

Suddenly I received a message to my displease. "Goddammit.." I groaned and looked at my phone lazily.

unknown: Hello~

unknown: it's Hajime Hinata, right?

"W-what the heck?" I frowned deeply and blinked a few times to see if it isn't just a dream. I didn't recall giving anyone my phone number. If I had to guess, I'd say that it could be someone from my class, after all only they might've somehow got an access to our attendance register. I was rather cautious about giving my personal information; there was no way someone from the Internet would be able to lay their hands on any of them and if so especially not on my phone number.

Don't answer it.. ignore.. don't play with the fire, Hajime. It's not a good idea... I said to myself in my thoughts, while my finger was already reducing the distance and slowly placing on the screen of my phone. It was too hard to fight off my curiosity.

me: who the fuck are you?

I wrote and waited for the reply which came sooner than I had expected.