Komahina ghoul au

Taking Him Home

   "You're so kind, Hinataaaaaaaa." Komaeda slurred as Hajime gently guided him down the street, all the while, scanning their surroundings for a good spot to kill Nagito. "Thank you for caring for...trash like me..."

   "You're not trash, Komaeda." Hajime replied absentmindedly. There's no answer from Komaeda but there is a drastic increase of weight on Hajime's side. Hajime turns sharply at the sudden change to examine Nagito. 

   'oh, he passed out. That's....extremely convenient for me.'

   He carefully takes the sleeping Komaeda in his arms, bridal style, and continues walking. 

   'well, what now? should I just carry him to an alley and eat him there, or...'

     Hajime looks down at the sleeping person in his arms. Komaeda certainly was way lighter than he looked. He seemed so...weak and fragile...kind of like, if a breeze was too strong he'd easily be knocked over.

   His face looked so peaceful and he smelt so good. Hajime wondered if he was having a nice dream. 

    'what am I even thinking?!' he silently chides himself. 

   Hajime walks in silence, the sleeping Komaeda still nestled comfortably in his arms. A light breeze of hair blew by, ruffling Nagito's hair and blowing his scent directly in Hajime's face. Hajime in turn, turns his head sharply, trying to block it out. 

   'what am I doing...'

   Hajime didn't even care as much anymore. Despite his intense hunger, he just wanted to go home. And if he wanted that he'd have to take Komaeda with him. 

   With an extremely-unnecessary sigh, Hajime trudges onward towards his apartment; giving up on eating Komaeda in the back of some alley. 

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   Hajime opens the door to his apartment, carrying the still-sleeping Komaeda in his arms. He kicks the door shut behind them.

   He takes a moment, standing in the front hall, staring at Nagito, taking in his soft locks, pale skin, and skinny frame. 

   'he is actually kinda cute.' He thinks casually.

   He continues on further into his home, carrying him into his bedroom with a large sigh. He lays him out on his bed. He takes off Komaeda's shoes and socks, listening to him snore softly. 

   "What kind of weak-ass ghoul am I?" Hajime mutters as he leaves the bedroom, shutting the lights off behind him.

   He flops down lazily on the couch, desperately trying to ignore the aching hunger in his stomach. He buries his head in his hands, shaking his head.

   He didn't kill him. He couldn't. Why couldn't he kill Komaeda?! Why did he care for him, bring him home and give him his bed?! He was so so hungry...so why didn't he?!

   He slides down into a laying-down position, shutting his eyes.

   'This is stupid.'

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   Hajime is awakened by the sound of pounding on his door. With a loud groan, the sleepy ghoul rolls to his feet and pads over the door. He opens it and on the other side of the door is his friend Chiaki, holding a damp, brown paper bag.

   "Hey Hey Hajime." She says, holding it out to them. He feels his eyes start to redden just smelling the delicious odor coming from the bag.

   "Thank you, Chiaki." He gasps, snatching the bag out of his hand. Chiaki laughs softly.

   "Anyways, we're open again, so you can drop by whenever you need some. Now, there's only a little bit here so I'll bring by some more later." She continues.

   "Yeah, sure." Hajime mutters absentmindedly, already tearing into the bag. 

   "...I'd love to stay and chat but I have more deliveries to make." She sighs.

   "Good luck." He replies. Chiaki offers him one last smile before turning and walking back down the hall. Hajime shuts the door behind her and returns to the couch. He reaches in and starts eating, finally getting to soothe the ache in his gut.

   He's so lost in thought he doesn't hear Komaeda stirring in his room. He doesn't hear him put his socks and shoes on, doesn't hear him exit the room.

   What he does hear, however, is the cry of shock and fear he makes as he sees the red-eyed Hajime in the midst of his meal. 

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   The bag falls from Hajime's hands as red and black eyes meet grey-green ones. They stare at each other for a moment. 

   He watches as Komaeda's body starts trembling and he stumbles backwards; nearly tripping. 

   '....he's scared of me. And rightfully so, I guess....'

   Hajime slowly moves to his feet, worried that any sudden movement would further scare him. Komaeda's eyes wrap around himself, seeming to have moved from shaking to completely still. 

   'what does someone even say in a situation like this?'

   "Uh...good morning, Komaeda. Did you sleep well?" He says finally. Komaeda shakes his head slightly, still in disbelief before he spins on his heel and runs down the hall. A moment later, he hears the door to his room slam shut.

   With a slightly-annoyed sigh, Hajime runs after him.