[Hinata isn't the only one who's hyper-aware of their situation. Even if he had been the one to guide that hand around his waist, Komaeda still hangs his head where the other won't be able to see his flushed face. The way those rigid fingers refuse to curl against his side—he can only begin to imagine how awkward this must be for Hinata. Yet, somehow, he wasn't thinking when he scooped him up?

Komaeda's lips press into a thin line, his confusion over Hinata's words only made worse by the way his heart beats heavily against his ribcage. After being within the pod so long, having his heart race so suddenly is quickly going to his head. He exhales a soft sigh, lolling his head to the side and leaning it against Hinata's shoulder as they walk together.]

I didn't hate it...

[He admits, quietly, almost too quiet. A part of him hopes that the buzzing sterile lights above them will drown out his voice. His head continues to hang, his gaze downcast and watching his own stuttering footsteps as he tries to remember what it feels like to walk with his own, real legs.]

You just caught me off guard, so... don't worry, Hajime. You didn't make me feel uncomfortable.

[It would probably be to much to say he liked it, that would probably freak Hinata out, wouldn't it? After all that time, where his friend—no, classmate—has been waiting for him to wake up, the last thing he probably wants to hear is some gross confession about feeling... protected... but those arms. Even now, with just one of them wrapped around his waist, he feels safe.]

This place, it's my first time seeing it. Did it look the same inside the simulation?