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“Do you think I could perform top surgery on myself?”
Komaeda whipped his head around, staring at where his boyfriend stood in front of the mirror, sizing up his naked chest.
“Ah… No…? Is this some sort of trick question, Hinata-kun?” Nagito answered hesitantly, more confused than anything. What in the world was Hajime on about? He hadn’t even mentioned top surgery before this, let alone the idea of performing it on himself?
Hajime hummed in thought before turning to Nagito. He immediately felt the need to defend himself, based off just how confused and vaguely concerned Komaeda looked.
“I was just thinking,” He paused and tried to figure out how to word it. “I know I can perform complex surgeries. I mean, I attached your hand.” He pointed over at Nagito’s robotic hand, as if this was something Komaeda might have forgotten about.
“Yes, and I’m very grateful for that, but… Doesn’t surgery on yourself seem a bit different?” Again, he spoke slowly, trying to navigate whatever this was with a bit more care than usual.
“I guess, yeah.”
Hajime turned back to the mirror, brow furrowed as he traced his hand along his ribcage, running some type of calculation in his mind. The specifics eluded Komaeda, but he was sure it was… Something, that’s for sure.
The mirror in their bedroom had only been a semi-recent addition. While Hajime was generally not very dysphoric over things like his chest or genitalia, he did have a long period of being unable to look at himself without having some sort of episode. Overtime, though, he had gotten much better. Nagito smiled, pleased as he thought about his boyfriend’s progress. He had no idea how to deal with whatever this little mood Hinata was in, though.
“I mean, I guess you could? Hypothetically?”
Hajime perked up, looking back over at him with renewed interest.
“Yeah, see? Because I was thinking about it and the only other person who would be able or qualified to do it on the island is Mikan, maybe? And I don’t know if…” Hajime trailed off, looking a little embarrassed. “I don’t wanna sound rude, but her hands are kinda shaky. I’m not sure she’d be able to make the incisions very neat, and I’d have to have messy scarring.”
“Well, Kamukura-kun,” As soon as Nagito began the sentence Hajime rolled his eyes. At first, calling him that had been a way to get under his skin and upset him, but at this point it had become little more than a dumb joke Komaeda used to bug him. “I’m sure with abilities like yours you’d be able to,” Hajime looked excited again, but Nagito continued on. “But I don’t know if it’d be a good idea.”
Hajime pouted, looking slightly dejected. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Nagito noticed it was a bit long- Hajime usually was pretty strict about keeping it short but he had begun to let it get a bit shaggier and longer, developing bangs that fell just above his eyes. Komaeda found it very cute.
After a few seconds Hajime laughed slightly, looking slightly amused by something- Though what he found so funny eluded Nagito.
“I don’t even want top surgery, to be honest. I’ve just gotten so bored that it was starting to seem like a good idea.”
Ohh, so that’s what this was. That made more sense.
Selfishly, Komaeda was a little glad. He did really like Hajime’s boobs.
“Whatever makes you happy, Hajime,” Nagito laid back down on the bed, reaching around to find the book he had been more staring at then reading, “But maybe impromptu surgeries aren’t the safest thing in the world.”
Distracted from his book yet again, he looked over and noticed Hajime had moved over to their closet and was pulling out clothing items. Not saying anything, mostly out of fascination, he watched as Hinata began sorting their clothing by color. He was really bored, huh.
After what seemed to be the third attempt at resorting their clothes, he felt the need to speak up.
“We could always do something together to entertain you, Hinata! Though I’m sure someone like me wouldn’t be able to keep your attention for long.”
Hajime rolled his eyes before looking over.
“If you wanna do something you can just say it, you don’t need to add the comments on the end. But yeah, sure, that sounds alright. Have something in mind?”
Nagito drummed his nails on the cover of his book as he thought.
“We could go to the library? Unless you had something else or that doesn’t-” Hajime interrupted him before he could continue.
“No, that sounds nice. Let’s do that.”
Hajime tossed on one of his shirts and Nagito stood up, already dressed. Komaeda eyed him up for a second, looking at the places where his chest bulged out from his shirt.
“You know, I’m really glad you’re not getting rid of those.”
“Oh, shut up!”