[Komaeda will stop distracting Hinata while he cooks. Mostly anyway. He smiles though, pleased by it, the fact that Hinata finds these moments precious too. He ducks his head, like he's somehow trying to hide how happy he is about it, how touched he is by it.
He always is, in these moments, when it hits him so sharply that this is his life. That Hinata is with him, with him by choice. Because he wants to be. Because he loves him, and because Komaeda loves him in return. He doesn't ever want to forget either, doesn't want to lose this -- to returning, to the coma or to the diseases he tries not to think about.] Me too. It's what I want most of all. [His one most selfish desire.]
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He always is, in these moments, when it hits him so sharply that this is his life. That Hinata is with him, with him by choice. Because he wants to be. Because he loves him, and because Komaeda loves him in return. He doesn't ever want to forget either, doesn't want to lose this -- to returning, to the coma or to the diseases he tries not to think about.] Me too. It's what I want most of all. [His one most selfish desire.]