Danganronpa Oneshot Collection

Words - Komahina 🍋

Last Komahina Week piece! It's a little spicy so I added a lemon even though there's not actually any smut. Takes place during Island Mode!

Hinata trailed behind Komaeda, basking in the sun as he felt the warm sand under his bare feet. He was exhausted from a hard day's work, creating things for Usami and bonding with his peers. He just wanted to relax.

"What should we do today, Hinata-kun?" Nagito turned around and faced him with a smile.

Hajime felt his heart flutter at the sight. He couldn't help but feel happy around Nagito, his friendly, albeit admittingly quirky presence quickly drawing him in. He liked to see Nagito smile.

"Hmm..." Hajime paused, coming to sit at the ocean's edge, "I'm not sure. What would you like to do?"

"Oh, I'm happy doing whatever Hinata-kun wants!" Nagito quickly responded.

Hajime couldn't help but roll his eyes.

This guy.

Nagito could be rather opinionated on certain topics, and it was hard to talk him out of his view points. But when it came to decision making... he had almost zero conviction. Komaeda was always willing to go along with the other person's plans, and would go into a self-deprecating spiral if someone pushed him too hard. A real pushover.

"Oh yeah?" Hajime asked with a laugh and a flippant wave of his hand, "Well then... let's take our clothes off."

Hajime was waiting for a laugh or possibly even a gasp from the white haired man next to him.

But that's not what happened at all.

"Does that mean... You want to go in the ocean with me? I think that's a bad idea. There are lots of ways that could be dangerous," Komaeda paused, turning to Hajime with a demure smile on his face, "But I don't mind if you just want to see me naked."

"Y-you... don't mind?" Hajime repeated, the world slowing around him.

Nagito let out a low laugh, "I'm not sure if you'd want to see the body of someone like me... I mean I'm certainly nothing special to look at," his voice lowered in pitch and his eyes darkened, "But if Hinata-kun would like to... I don't mind at all."

Hajime sputtered, looking up at the white haired boy from his still seated position at the water's edge. Everything suddenly felt hotter, stuffy, even though they were definitely outside, weren't they? And there was that sudden tightness in Hinata's pants.

"I-"

Nagito's eyes were on him, up and down, and it felt like they might devour him. His smile turned into more of a smirk when he settled on Hajime's obvious new bulge. He hummed, and slowly but surely licked his lips.

He actually licked his lips.

He'll be the death of me.

"Hmm, it looks like Hinata-kun would like that after all."

Hajime's voice failed him once more, so he gave a nervous nod, a blush forming on his cheeks all the while.

Nagito grinned, his hair bouncing pleasantly in the breeze, as he slowly began to raise his shirt.

Hajime was surprised when he saw Nagito's torso, pale and perfect, almost shimmering in the sunlight. He was skinny, but toned, and the cut of his v lines sinking under his trousers made Hajime's breath hitch.

Nagito slid out of the shirt, his pupils blown wide as he threw the garment off to the side, forgotten. He quickly did the same with his jacket and pants as well, his shoes and socks already safely off the beach next to Hajime's. He stood there in his boxers with his arms crossed on his chest and a frown on his face.

"Well?"

"Hmm?" Hajime managed, wondering what he did wrong.

"You did imply that we'd both be taking our clothes off, Hinata-kun..." He sighed, but there was a mischievous glint in his eye when he continued, "Unless... you wanted some help?"

"Um... yeah. Okay," he said intelligently as he could. His brain felt like mush right now.

But Komaeda didn't seem to mind, quickly taking the initiative and closing the distance between the two. He made quick work of Hinata's tie, tossing it off towards the rest of the forgotten clothing, and began to unbutton his shirt when Hajime's brain caught up with his body.

"W-wait! We're outside," he panted, feeling utterly stifled by his clothing more by the second, "Shit. Komaeda. Someone could see us out here!"

"Ah."

Komaeda dropped his hands and frowned, plopping next to Hajime in only his boxers, "Sorry. I didn't mean to put you in that unfortunate position."

"N-no," Hajime stuttered softly, his hard on softening by the second, "It's my fault. I suggested it."

"And why did you suggest it, Hinata-kun?"

Hajime winced, "I mostly meant it as a joke, to be honest."

Nagito stared at him for several seconds, before standing up, his face blank, "Ah. I see. Apologies." He turned on his heel, and took a step towards the pile of clothes.

Hajime was quick to jump up, trailing behind the other, "W-wait! Why are you apologizing?!"

"I misread the situation," Komaeda stopped and tilted his head towards Hajime, his body still facing the strewn pile of garments laying on the sand, "It was egotistical of me to think that you were interested in someone as lowly as..." He leaned over the pile of clothes and picked up his shirt, dusting sand from the thin, white material, "Ah. Well I won't bore you with the details."

"Komaeda!" Before Hajime could think, he was gripping Komaeda's wrist in his hand, desperately trying to find the right thing to say. To tell Komaeda that he was wrong, that he didn't misread the situation at all. That Hajime had actually liked him for some time now, even if he hadn't been able to put the feeling into words. He wasn't good with words at all it seemed, always complicating things and messing things up between them.

So he acted.

His lips met Komaeda's messily, making purchase on one side of the mouth rather than the center. He was quick to try again, softer this time, leaving a small peck on Komaeda's lips before pulling back.

Or at least he tried to.

Komaeda's hands were around his neck, swiftly pulling him back towards him, as he smashed his lips into Hajime's once more. It was loving and desperate and left Hajime reeling, but he didn't have much time to think about it as Nagito kissed him again and again. Hajime gasped at the sensation of Nagito all around him and the other wasted no time deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring his mouth and meeting Hajime's own. The brunette's hands found Nagito's body, still mostly bare, and slid down to his waist. He pulled the white haired boy flush with him, needing Nagito near him, touching him, like some sort of drug.

He wasn't sure how he'd ever been okay with not doing this.

They kissed and time was meaningless. Hours or even days could have passed, for all Hinata knew. But when they finally separated, panting and breathless, the sun had set. Hajime looked around, confused, until he met Nagito's eyes. He still had so much to say to Nagito. To express how he felt.

But then Nagito took his hand in his own and quirked an eyebrow, glancing towards the cabins.

Hajime grinned, picking up a handful of clothes and dragging Nagito away from the beach.

He supposed words could wait. Just for a little while.