[The world cuts through his senses with a pneumatic hiss and the suddenness of a blinding, bright light. Komaeda can feel his head pounding, only made worse when his first instinct is to sit upright to figure out where he is. His lashes flutter, blinking a few times, and they feel so heavy he contemplates maybe going back to sleep... sliding back down into the pod-made-bed.
What was he dreaming about? It was him, and Souda, and Kuzuryuu... oh, but Souda died, didn't he? And Kuzuryuu... who was it that he last saw. Someone—Izuku Kamukura? No, it was World Destroyer. Right. What a weird dream...
He wants to just lay there, floating, but something obscures the light above him. Komaeda opens his eyes again and blinks the bleariness from his gaze, trying to get his eyes to focus on who it is exactly above him. Then he sees the outline of a familiar mop of hair, one that reminds him of a chestnut's burr.]
Hajime...? [He mutters, his voice thick with grogginess.] What's going on...
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What was he dreaming about? It was him, and Souda, and Kuzuryuu... oh, but Souda died, didn't he? And Kuzuryuu... who was it that he last saw. Someone—Izuku Kamukura? No, it was World Destroyer. Right. What a weird dream...
He wants to just lay there, floating, but something obscures the light above him. Komaeda opens his eyes again and blinks the bleariness from his gaze, trying to get his eyes to focus on who it is exactly above him. Then he sees the outline of a familiar mop of hair, one that reminds him of a chestnut's burr.]
Hajime...? [He mutters, his voice thick with grogginess.] What's going on...