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Komaeda hated being wrong.
Whenever someone would prove any of his statements incorrect, he’d lash out.
He’d cry.
He’d snap.
He’d hurt himself.
He’d hurt others.
Verbally. He didn’t have the heart or strength do anything physically.
When Komaeda was wrong about something, the urge to break whatever he was holding would creep into his mind.
And often times, he would.
He’d snap pencils, shatter mugs, or if he held nothing, he’d slam his fist against the nearest surface.
It hurt like a bitch.
But the pain was deserved.
Who was he to get mad at others when they were right?
Who was he to want to be better than Ultimates?
They weren’t Ultimates anymore.
His mind refused to acknowledge that. They were still Ultimates to it.
So now he lay on his bed, trembling with rage, regret, self-hatred…
He scratched at his wrists. He wanted to feel more than just the faint sting of his nails digging into his skin. He reached into his bedside drawer.
Oh, how satisfying it was, seeing blood bead in to fill the horizontal line he’d cut into his wrist.
He repeated the action until his forearm was littered in the pretty red marks.
There was a knock at the door.
“What?”
Komaeda scampered to the bathroom to grab a towel and press it to his wounds.
“Komaeda! I’ve got something for you!” The familiar voice of Hinata called.
Why him?
The blonde did his best to soak up the blood, then tossed the reddened towel into the hamper.
He pulled his jacket on, then answered the door with a bright smile.
“Hinata-kun! How lovely of you to stop by! Apologies for the wait.”
“Don’t worry about it.” The brunette held a small bag in his left hand. “Mind if I come in?”
“Oh, no, of course.” Komaeda stepped to the side and held the door open for Hinata, then sat on his bed and gestured for the other to join him.
Hinata reached into the bag.
“So, uh, I kinda just found this with the shipments, but.. I thought you’d like it.” He stumbled over his words as he pulled out a silver bracelet with a heart trinket. “I was going to give it to you at dinner, but… I wanted to give you some time to calm down.”
Ah. That’s when he had his argument.
“For me?” Komaeda questioned. “No no, I couldn’t possibly accept such a thing from somebody as great as you!”
“Komaeda… Please, I really want you to have this.”
“But I don’t—“
“You do deserve it.”
Komaeda continued to try to decline the gift, no matter how much he truly wanted it, but Hinata wasn’t having it.
Eventually he just grabbed his hand and slid his sleeve down just a little to put the bracelet on.
Unfortunately, Komaeda wasn’t anticipating that.
He jerked his arm back and held it to his chest as he leaned away from Hinata.
“Ko…maeda?” The man questioned, concern clear in his gaze. He bit at his lip as he tried to find the right words to say.
“I.. I’m not going to ask what happened. I think I know. But.. Do you want to talk about it?”
Komaeda shook his head.
“Okay. That’s fine. Can.. I hold you?”
Slowly, he got a nod in reply.
Hinata moved to lay down, then held his arms open. Komaeda immediately dove into his embrace, arms wrapped tightly around his torso and his face buried in his chest.
With a smile, Hinata stroked the man’s pale, soft hair, his other hand rubbing his back.
“I’m sorry, Ko.” He mumbled.
Komaeda didn’t reply. He didn’t have the energy to. And it wasn’t long before he fell asleep on the other.
Hinata didn’t mind. But his worry remained.
Maybe they’d be able to talk about it in the morning.