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I think it's interesting.

[Atem says it precisely because a large part of him is thinking, Nagito's uncomfortable. I shouldn't draw any more attention to it...and it might be weird to say.

He has to say how he feels for Komaeda to understand him. He has to try to run away from that less.]

But, I'm ready...I want to get in your body here, before we go outside, if that's okay. It's cloudy, but even indirect light makes shades weaker...

[It should be fine once he's hitching a ride in Komaeda's soul. But he doesn't particularly want to go out onto the roof and start shrinking!]

[Komaeda pauses, his gaze cast sidelong at Atem clinging to his walls like something not quite there. Is it really that interesting, to know a small detail like that? He isn't sure how to feel about it, but it does release a bit of the tension he's been holding in his shoulders and expression.

He's still getting used to Atem being so forward, especially with what he says next. There's something... Inherently dirty sounding about wanting to get into his body. Even though he, realistically, understands what's being implied—it only serves to remind him of just how intimate of an experience they're about to share, is. The only person he's ever truly shared a body with was Lila...

Komaeda swallows and turns to face Atem, still sitting on the wall. He rubs his hand a few times down the front of his sweater, smoothing the fabric over in some manner of self-soothe, as he builds up the courage to finally look at the shade before him. His heart is racing, and already color has begun to creep into his skin, but it feels surprisingly easy when he finally says—]

Okay... I'm ready.

[He's not sure how Atem plans to do it, so... He's just going to stand there awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, waiting.]

Heh heh.

[The shape that clings to the walls, eyes glowing unnaturally, moving around the room like it wants to see everything -- chuckles. Its eyes narrow, but not in a menacing way: it's a fond curve, a softening at the corners.

Then, it shrinks, sinks -- and if Komaeda looks down, he'll see that the tapered end of darkness where Atem's feet should have been is crawling out from the bottom of the wall, along the floor, reaching for him like a long, long, thin, finger. It branches into two, finding Komaeda's feet and pooling around them, even as more of Atem flows down the wall towards him.]

Don't worry. I'll take good care of y_ouuuuu...

[For a moment, it looks like Komaeda has a shadow again.

Then, the darkness sinks through Komaeda's shoes and socks, crawling up inside of him from the ankles up. There's a flash of light from Komaeda's forehead -- a reflective surface in the kitchen might reveal it to be in the shape of an eye, if Komaeda looks -- and then, Atem's soul is making room for itself beside Komaeda's, settling in with the same attitude as you would settle beside someone on a crowded couch.

Yo!

It's a friendly mental greeting, accompanied by warmth and curiosity and an inquiry, as Atem feels out where his new limbs are, wiggling fingers and fluffing wings: you okay?

If Atem meant anything weird by the dirty way things were phrased, he's not indicating it.]

[It's a familiar chuckle, one he's heard a thousand times—under breaths and through gritted teeth—it should be familiar. But the sight before him isn't.

When they were both shades, it was different. Komaeda had been so blinded by his own emotions he hardly had time to parse Atem as anything other than safe. Now, though, the shape that stretches towards him in a way that feels reminiscent of ghost stories, doesn't feel safe. It feels like he's stumbled into a yokai's den—like he's about to be eaten.

His heart had been racing before, for the sake of his nerves, but now it's thundering so hard in his ears with panic that he feels like he's about to pass out. Maybe it's because he'd gotten used to what he assumed monsters should be like, that he forgot his animal fear of what lurks in the dark. That comes second nature, now, even when he clenches his eyes shut the moment Atem reaches his shoes.

He has to remind himself that this is his friend, someone he trusts, and not a legend come to life.

Once he feels the first few prickles of something not-supposed-to-be-there invading his body, he's able to relax a little more into it. Somehow, it's easier when he isn't looking the ghost straight on. He hadn't been in his right mind enough to really dissect the sensation of being possessed before, but the distinct feeling of his body being too small is what stands out now. Like it wasn't made to house more than one soul.

And the second Atem settles into his mind and heart, his casual greeting will be met with what feels like a barrage of sensation that's part panic, part radio static with how flurried Komaeda's emotions have become in a matter of moments. It's an adjustment, give him a moment.

It takes a bit of him just standing there, frozen, as Atem feels out his body. Once that moment passes, though, Komaeda exhales a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He feels warmer, then. Like easing into a drawn bath filled with water at the perfect temperature. He relaxes.

Hello, Atem-kun. He responds quietly, in the space of their shared mind. I... think I'm okay now. I wasn't expecting it to feel like that.

[It didn't hurt, did it? the visiting ghost asks, a spike of worry, almost anxiety creeping into Atem's heart. He doesn't want that...he can tell it was scary for Komaeda but isn't sure why, because for Atem, there's nothing scary at all about being what he is.

Being a shade makes Atem feel comfortable, confident, and safe.

So it's a surprise, a worrying one, when he feels all that fluttery panic, and it's a good thing it relaxes after a moment or two. Atem nudges at Komaeda, a feeling that's more emotion than touch, like a dog nosing its owner out of lingering worry.]

[No, it didn't.

That thought comes immediately, tailed by another, intrusive thought about I'm used to pain, anyways. It comes without him even being able to mitigate it, and again, he feels his heart race. Atem had already said that there wouldn't be anything worth hating Komaeda over within his mind, but it's exactly moments like these—when his mind runs rampant where his mouth isn't able to stop it—that he worries.

This is just the first time I've been fully lucid during possession... So I'm nervous.

It's as much the truth as he can fully divulge—the other sources for his panic are things that he himself doesn't quite recognize. If anything, though, it might serve to show Atem just how often Komaeda keeps his fear tightly contained and doesn't talk about it.

But rather than lingering there, he'll turn to the reflective surface of the stainless steel sink basin, and gaze at their joined reflection. He meets that glowing eye-like symbol and pulls a smile across his face. Don't worry Atem-kun, this is just how my brain is. I warned you that it might be difficult.

[Even if that's true...I still don't want to hurt him, flickers over Atem's consciousness, not directed at Komaeda. Being used to pain doesn't make it right to inflict it carelessly...so, I'm glad.

Komaeda's wings, whose nerves and tendons and bone Atem has been feeling out, wrap around their arms and torso, warm and soft.

This time, it's directed at Komaeda: I don't mind that it's difficult! I won't give up on something just because it's not easy...I've never been like that! Atem's heart hums with stirred-up determination: even if Komaeda gets scared, or thinks about things that aren't pleasant, Atem won't give up on him. And, I haven't forgotten my promise...if it gets too bad, I'll protect myself.

Atem's hands come up to grip their upper arms, reassuring, self-soothing. Their eyes, at least the main set if not more, close. Atem feels a wash of affection: he's certain they'll be able to handle this.

I'll take care of you, without forgetting to take care of me...it'll be all right.]

[Though Komaeda is privy to every passing thought shared between them, it's not something that feels... inherently bad. He had been so worried over Atem's perception of him, that he hardly gave a chance to consider the opposite. This is a shared experience, isn't it? They're both baring themselves.

So the least he can do, when Atem is willing to do something like this for him, is to meet that courage head on. Though he still doesn't want to do anything that would bring the other to dislike him, he feels himself giving into the soothing touch of hands and wings around them. It reminds him of the warmth of Atem's hug the day before.

Thank you, Atem-kun, a smile spreads across their shared visage, soft at the corners and a little bit sheepish, too, for tumbling so easily back down the rabbit hole so soon. You never get fed up with reassuring me... I, I really appreciate that.

The feelings that well up, unspoken but incredibly warm, are no doubt that of some mixing love and admiration. The affection is easily reciprocated as a sensation he wants to sink into forever.

I'll take care of you too, so... please tell me if anything becomes too much, okay?

[Atem has more than his share of rabbit holes, too. His heart is a maze, with nothing but traps behind countless doors, hostile and full of fog. He's been hurt, torn into shreds, smashed into pieces, and the seams don't fit quite right anymore when he goes to put himself together.

But Atem is good, incredibly good, at skimming over the surface of his own fears, skipping like a stone over an unfathomable abyss, full of crushing pressure and dark depth and monsters. He can keep moving, keep fighting, and ignore everything that's not the task at hand...

...and, for the moment, all his monsters remain safely in the depths. It's the shallow warm few feet of sunlit sea he and Komaeda are playing in, letting their mutual regard for each other wash over them like warm rain. It's nice...it's so nice to confirm it, beyond a doubt, that they care for each other like this...

Of course! The thought is bright and brave and focused. Now, let's go...we've only got an hour, and it'll be over before we know it.

Atem glances at the clock, noting the time they have to be back by. Then, he walks the body toward the door, reaching for the handle, taking charge with practiced ease.

I've been looking forward to this...]

[A warm and sunlit sea, one that gently washes over the shores. With their feet buried in the sand of this feeling, it's hard to want to even move from the spot they've found themselves glued in in the kitchen. It's a good thing Atem keeps them guided, otherwise Komaeda likely would've just stood there and carried on their conversation... ignorant to the fact that he has roommates that might wander by and give him a weird look about it.

He doesn't really linger in that thought, not when he's so distracted by these shared feelings. It doesn't feel right for him to feel so giddy about being able to do this, now. Atem is helping him as a friend would, and it shouldn't be taken as anything more, but as they step out into that hallway, Komaeda can't help but take back control of their shared hand and idly tug on one of the chains around their neck.

You've been looking forward to this? He asks, like it's a secret to be holding a conversation in his head than aloud. He isn't quite sure what to make of that information. He tugs a bit more on that chain as they make their way to the elevator. Is it really that interesting to possess me...?

[If I didn't know him better, I'd think he was looking for compliments...but that's the thing, isn't it? He really thinks these things. I don't understand it completely, but I'll tell him the truth...

...that the time I get to spend with Nagito is important, he thinks, clearer than the internal monologue a moment ago, and, sharing our hearts like this...what could be more interesting?

I also like that you asked me to help you...I'm happy to be the one to teach you flying. It feels...

He doesn't really have words for the feeling. Just...an impression of mutual trust, of gratitude that Komaeda trusts Atem to lead him through a hard thing that frightens him, and, on top of that...there's a twinge of something a little like possessiveness.

I'm glad you trusted me when you were scared. It means a lot to me. Besides that, I want to be the one to give you something that important and useful. It --

(possessive, reaching, wanting what he can't have, leaving a mark on it anyway, one that can't be stopped or erased, part of him is part of komaeda and no one can undo that)

--never mind, Atem thinks, backpedaling. Don't worry about that, it's not important, he self-corrects, as they duck into the elevator and start to descend.

Oops, he's still running away, a little -- from the greedy feeling he gets from thinking about teaching a skill as leaving a mark on a heart.]

[The inner monologue, not quite meant for sharing, but felt and heard like the a conversation on the other side of a wall, catches Komaeda off guard. It only really solidifies the realization that the vulnerability he had been so nervous about went both ways.

Is Atem nervous too? He wonders, if he concentrates enough, would he be able to differentiate the fluttering anxiety in his chest between them?

As they climb into the elevator—too small and cramped for Komaeda's new height, so he hunkers down—he catches the sight of that glowing symbol on his forehead again, only partially obscured by his hair, in the metallic surface of the elevator doors.

It feels, vague as it is, like looking directly into Atem's eyes. A feeling of power and strength, along with the boyish uncertainty that comes with navigating a love not-quite-there-yet, too. When those infiltrating thoughts in his mind get cut off, he wonders again just how much his perception of Atem had been a persona meant to be a defense.

I have to tell him, too, he thinks to himself, though it's shared regardless. And then, with more intent of thinking directly to the soul sharing his body: I only wanted to ask you for this.

With their entire conversation held within a shared mind, the silence of the elevator around them only makes Komaeda that much more aware of how his heart has slowed to a heavy, comfortable thud. As if this moment were something separate from everything else.

It's not that he doesn't trust others with this fear of his, but...

When I thought of who I wanted to fly the most with, it was only you, Atem-kun.

[Atem only isn't nervous because he trusts himself and trusts his heart. He can avoid sinking too far into darkness, as long as nothing's deliberately trying to pull him down -- as long as nothing hits too close to home.

Both he and Komaeda are working to avoid that.

If he stopped to think about this, if he stopped to remember all the things that he could be worried about Komaeda seeing, hearing....he'd be paralyzed, and he'd give them all up.

So, he won't stop.

He stays in the moment.

And, when Komaeda says only you, all the eyes in their face blink, not quite in sync. That admission makes Atem feel like something's caught fire in his chest, small but flickering, and he places a hand against their breastbone, as though pressure could keep this feeling contained.

Why? he asks, and though the question could sound derisive or dismissive in another tone, "why did you do that" isn't the question he's asking. Was there a reason?

If there is, he wants to know. Why him? What drew Komaeda to him for getting past his fears and learning flight, and not anyone else?]

[He can't tell if the warmth felt in their chest is his or Atem's. Maybe it's both, really—because the way that Atem brings their shared hand to touch over that spot is tender and hopeful in a way that feels painful... but in the best of ways. It's like growing pains, where change is coming, and its good change, so you're looking forward to it.

Why did he want Atem, and only Atem?

Before he can even really answer, he remembers all the ways that the guy has been there for him, even when he didn't have to be. How, when recovering from being childhood friends to strangers, Atem still took the things that Komaeda cared about seriously. And, how, when things got difficult, Atem didn't run away from the conversation with him. When he disappeared for months, trying to keep himself as shut in as possible, dodging the sight of others, or just sleeping for more hours than he was awake, Atem searched for him nonstop.

And when he was carved open on a cold metal slab, when he revived incomplete, when he struggled his way to Lila, because he didn't have anyone else he could be vulnerable like that to, she told Atem to come for him. And he came running.

The reason Komaeda only wanted Atem is because...

You're the one person who has always caught me, when I was falling... Even if I didn't want you to. His thoughts are quiet in his mind, but gentle. Like sharing a secret, sacred feeling, kept locked away in his heart until now. I know that you'll continue to catch me, always. You've never given me a reason to doubt that.

[So...his efforts weren't useless, when it comes to Komaeda.

Atem has been fighting for a long time against a world that wants the opposite thing he does: he wants to protect his friends, while Ryslig wants them afraid and in pain. So many times, he's felt like he's failed...

...but Komaeda doesn't see it that way.

That's what I want, Atem thinks, their heart beating, pounding, under his hand. Because I love--

And the elevator doors open with a bright little chime, making Atem's eyes blink open.

Right...let's go.

Taking hold of the distraction, Atem walks them out of the elevator and into the hall,
needing to duck to get out and hunch as they head for the front doors.

I'll be glad when we're outside...really, I don't like getting taller at all!

He seems to intend to move on, from the thought he'd almost finished in the elevator.]

[Atem... what?

It's a good thing the shade possessing him takes the lead and forces their legs to move, because if it had been dependent on Komaeda, they would've stood stunned in the elevator yet.

Does Atem... love him?

He can feel the way their heart thunders so loud, how it commands his attention, despite Atem continuing their conversation in their head—as if what he had almost said hadn't happened at all.

Maybe he's reading too far into it, though. It's possible that, because Atem was cut off, he was going to say something else entirely. Maybe he loves their friendship, and how far it's come. Maybe he loves spending time together, because they're talking again. Komaeda shares those sentiments, truly. Even if his heart yearns for more, he was being one hundred percent honest when he said he's happy just having the other in his life.

So he doesn't mention it, even if Atem might be privy to the odd mix of emotions running through them. Even if their stomach flutters so hard it feels like they simultaneously might throw up and can't stop the giddy, stupid smile from spreading across their face.

I guess there's advantages to being so short, normally... I bet I'd feel the same way if I suddenly lost height.

His thought is. Suddenly a playful jab. They're playing now, maybe.]

[He feels all that fluttering, the kind of feeling that might well be why they call it being lovesick, and Atem...

...steps away from it, for now. He can't -- shouldn't -- they should be friends. Indulging in romantic feelings he can't deliver on is an unfair tease at best and a betrayal at worst.

(But, that smile...that feels really good. Uncomplicatedly, it makes him happy, to feel it, to share it.)

I never like gaining height! It makes the world feel too small...but I guess it would feel too big for you, if you got shorter.

Yeah, they're playing. He's teasing back.]

[And how easy it is, to fall into their familiar little game. Even Atem's bite back doesn't feel that sharp, what with those sweet could-be sentiments fresh in their mind. What follows it, almost immediately, is a hum that's at once thoughtful and playful.

Right. I don't know how I'd manage living my life being your height, Atem-kun. Maybe along with flying, we could try reaching for the things you usually have a hard time with?

Though his tease is followed by another rush of fluttering, this time it's the thrill of their impromptu little game. What lines draw in the sand are new ones to test, now that there's more trust blooming in their hearts—now that Atem can feel it, in the very core of his being, that Komaeda isn't trying to needle to bring him down. It's like the playful bow of a dog followed by a sneeze, just to make sure the other knows he's just teasing.]

[What things?

There's mental chuckling as they go along -- headed for the hill they'd attempted yesterday. The sun's shining; Atem will have to keep a close eye on the time, so he's not ejected from the body and burnt to a crisp before he can get back inside. But an hour is plenty.

Even if there were things up high that I couldn't reach...your height's no good for that, either. You'd hit your head on top of the door, and forget what you walked in the room for!

(Komaeda might get a tiny little mundane detail, actually, about Atem's life -- six months of daily practice at making only part of himself into mist, while the rest stays solid. It took Atem forever to get it right, and he can't stretch forever, only a few feet...but now, he can turn himself to gray, rolling mist, and materialize his hand around whatever it was he needed on the top shelf of the cabinet, before bringing it down. It's flashy, a little bit like buttering bread with a hunting-knife, but it gets the job done, and is second-nature now.)

Up the hill they hike! At least the air is cool; that does something to offset the heat of the sun on their back and wings as they climb.]

[Komaeda laughs out loud—the sound of it odd, when their conversation has been limited to the inside of their shared skull—but it remains as soft and cheerful as it can be.

Does my memory seem that unreliable, that a little bump could make me forget what I was doing...?

He's been through much worse, though he won't ruin the nice mood before them, by bringing that up. Instead, they both have something to worry about, when it comes to climbing that hill.

For the first time ever, Atem will be able to feel the way Komaeda's body is weaker than the average monster. His stamina seems to run completely out, just halfway through the climb, and his lungs begin to burn in a way that's familiar to the host himself, but maybe not to the borrowing ghost. It isn't helped all that much by the way his head begins to feel dizzy, either.

And yet, if Atem doesn't stop them, by the time they make it to the top, it all seems to even out again. The benefit of being a monster means his recovery time is amazing, even with those moments of weakness. And if Atem doesn't ask about it, Komaeda won't explain either—though he may remember Komaeda mentioning he had been sickly, before.

The breeze feels nice today... He'll say, perhaps changing the subject from what just happened, I think it'll be good flying weather!]

[That's odd...Atem does experience surprise at the way his lungs burn, at the way all his muscles feel weak. That's a feeling he's not had in a very, very long time...

...but Komaeda doesn't seem worried, so though they go a little slower, Atem presses them on.

Yes...it's good that it's not completely still, but the wind isn't too strong, either.

(Are we really talking about the weather?)

Are you ready to go, Nagito? I'll stay in control at first, but when you feel ready...I'll give some of it back.]

[Yes, they're talking about the weather. Komaeda is trying to distract Atem from being concerned about this weak and feeble body.

Which is why, with a smile spreading across their face that is most certainly by the nephil's influence, he raises their arms into the sky and responds:

Yes! I'm ready, and I leave my body in your care... Please treat me well.

Said, as if this were some polite ceremony and not two friends about to endeavor in very precarious flying.]

[Of course! is the feeling Komaeda gets in return: Atem won't let them come to harm through this.

He stands at the top of the hill, truly feeling impossibly tall -- as though it weren't possible to really stretch out, to hit their full height, until they were out here. There's a sense of power and of freedom to it: it's just a hill, but it feels a little like the top of the world, doesn't it?

Atem spreads their broad, strong wings out into the air and gives them an experimental flap, feeling how they move and catch the air, feeling where the resistance is.

Let's go!

And, with only a few bounding steps to pick up speed, Atem sends them down the hill, wings wide --

-- and there's the lift they need, the air becoming something firm under the feathers, something that can be ridden and climbed, something that can be trusted just as much as water can. Another flap lends them height; the ground pulls away from them, the grass becoming smooth, the trees and plants shrinking.

Atem doesn't leave them high, though. With a shift in wing-angle, they swoop downwards until their feet are only two or three meters above the ground, and Atem lets them follow the slope of the hill downward at a glide. It's not as easy to stay up when they're this low and there aren't any big updrafts, but they're a neph, they're magic, they're not entirely bound by the laws of physics already. It's far from impossible.

He pulls off from the glide and looks up towards one of the nearby buildings -- he wants to go land on that roof up there. Will that be all right?

Are you all right? comes the inquiry. Is Komaeda doing okay so far, with this?]

[Komaeda has never been afraid of heights, per se. When they stand at the top of that hill, the feeling of being at the top of the world is mutually exciting. It feels as though, from this one spot, they can see everything—and though he doesn't have the sharpest sight as a nephil, it feels like even small details have crispened into focus.

It's exhilarating and distracting enough that when Atem spreads their wings, when he gives them a good test-flap, Komaeda doesn't feel a rush of anxiety immediately. No, it isn't until Atem gives his signal that they're going that he returns to the moment again, and his attention turns to the path ahead of them.

It takes a considerable amount of strength to simply let go. Atem will feel that moment of resistance when the wind catches beneath their wings, of Komaeda's panic and how it manifests in the immediate want to get down, oh god.

But then, for the first time, he notices how solid the air feels beneath him. In that moment, he forgets they're flying, and imagines himself swimming along the ocean's current once more, allowing it to glide him through the water as they now glide through the air. It feels... comfortable, familiar, despite being so starkly different. Atem will be happy to notice though, that this revelation seems to calm Komaeda from that momentary panic.

By the time they touch back down, Komaeda is drawing desperate breaths into their lungs. Not because he's scared, but because he's so surprised. He never imagined flying could feel like... like that. He swallows, tries to distract himself from his racing pulse as Atem asks if he's okay. He thinks he is, but...

I... I don't know. I don't know how I feel about this, it's still... There's a part of it that's still scary, but you also made it feel... familiar.

He pauses, lifts his arms to wrap around himself in a self-soothing hug, that also serves as a way to touch Atem like this, too.

...Should we try it again?]

[It's soft...when they hold themself, each other, it's soft. Atem feels the air going in and out of their lungs, not out of fear but in wonder, feels their heart race. He wraps a set of wings around their shoulders, too.

It feels so soft to be this close.

But that isn't the only thing he feels. Atem is glad...he's glad this is going well, and not badly. He's glad that the fear didn't build, and build, until they had no choice but to end the lesson early.

I think so. Yes -- let's keep going, Nagito.

Atem fluffs their wings out again, and takes a look down the street.

Gliding went well, so...let me see if I can find an updraft.

He takes off down the street at a run -- careful to spread their wings and flap them into the air before Komaeda runs out of stamina, aware now of how their lungs can burn if they work too hard. Atem builds height as they go down the street, doing his best to conserve energy -- until he finds a gust of wind moving upwards. Moving into it, he lets it carry them up, and up...]

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