[Komaeda has him in his clutches now. Hinata will never escape. He'll take that reassurance too, the press of those lips to his skin. He ducks his head to half bury his face against Hinata's hair, eyes falling shut.
Hinata is here. He's here. Their classmates are gone again, but even that, he really does want to believe is temporary, that somehow they'll find their way home -- on their own terms.
Fingers curl into the fabric of Hinata's shirt.] Hajime?
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Hinata is here. He's here. Their classmates are gone again, but even that, he really does want to believe is temporary, that somehow they'll find their way home -- on their own terms.
Fingers curl into the fabric of Hinata's shirt.] Hajime?