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[luckless]

You want some hope? Because that's what you're gonna get whether you like it or not.

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[luckless]

[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...

[RYSLIG/Closed] non-canon PSL w/ Atem

[luckless]

[>Go back.

So caught up in his fluttering feelings and bashful retelling of things Komaeda had, wholly, assumed would forever stay in the dark, he doesn't realize what's going on with Atem until he's already being taken by the jaw. It startles him, only for a split second, as the surprise that widens his already overlarge eyes by a fraction quickly melts away to reveal something else.

There's a hot spark of excitement running under his skin like a current, only fueled more by how intense the look that Atem wears is. Did he enjoy hearing such stories? It almost feels like a miracle. Komaeda has never really talked about his fantasies so boldly before, not even with Lila, so to see with his own eyes how well received they are mixes an odd sense of relief with his own greedy want for more of that. He wants to be desired and loved so badly, that it consumes him. More than that, the thought of being of use to the person he loves is...]

That's another question, [he tries to sound coy when he says it, but his own racing heart is undoing it so easily. When he swallows, he feels the way his jaw muscles tense under that commanding touch,] shouldn't it be my wish, now?

[It's a game, after all.]