[Komaeda's eyes shut at the first kiss to his forehead, so the ones that follow are unseen and a faint surprise, and he tilts his chin up to meet that brief graze of Hinata's lips to his own before the other draws back.
There's a smile finding its way over his features, that only brightens when that fork is held up. Oh! Really? Without even having to convince Hinata to doing it? Today really is the best Christmas ever.]
Even longer... mm. I want to believe that's true too. [Even if he fears it might not be, because of him and what he's done, the coma, the illnesses. But they have no place here right now. Instead he takes a piece of food with his fork, offering it up to Hinata.]
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There's a smile finding its way over his features, that only brightens when that fork is held up. Oh! Really? Without even having to convince Hinata to doing it? Today really is the best Christmas ever.]
Even longer... mm. I want to believe that's true too. [Even if he fears it might not be, because of him and what he's done, the coma, the illnesses. But they have no place here right now. Instead he takes a piece of food with his fork, offering it up to Hinata.]