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Welcome back, Nagito.

[Hinata greets him with an excited, albeit nervous, smile and he almost surges too fast to his feet, watching Komaeda as he comes inside. He's still toying with that little box in his hand before subtly hiding it under the hem of his shirt. Okay. He's-- yeah, he's gonna give it to him.

Right now. Right here. Wait, no, maybe he should work up to it. Y-yeah, in just a minute, then. He extends a hand to Komaeda instead, fingers crooking invitingly.]

What do you think? Did I do a nice job?

I'm home...

[He murmurs belatedly in response to that welcome. But oh what's this now? Is that a nervous expression he sees? What is he up to? Curiosity is rising. His boyfriend is being pretty fidgety, isn't he? Hmm.

But there's no hesitation to reach out to him in term, fingers finding their way to lace with Hinata's securely, even as Komaeda steps in closer.]

It looks really great. It's a very romantic atmosphere... [He decides, eyes outright sparkling. Is it date night? Do they get a stay-in-date-night?]

[Hinata clears his throat lightly as their fingers lace, and he uses this to pull Komaeda all the closer... and he presses a kiss to his cheek first, then one to his lips, just a sample, a taste of his lips and the contact. He can feel a peculiar heat warming his body, though.

Is it because he's got this planned out in his head? He might be getting way ahead of himself. But still...]

Yeah... I thought, well... it'd be a good atmosphere to give you this. [He exhales slowly and frees his hidden hand, offering the box to Komaeda. Go on, boyfriend! Take it! Inside is a simple but pretty band of a ring in pale silver.]

[Closer sounds good to Komaeda, so he doesn't hesitate at all before scooting himself in closer as he's pulled, turning to that kiss at his cheek, and already leaning after that one that lands on his lips, like he wasn't quite finished with that thank you very much come back here and let him have more.

But Hinata is talking, so he instead looks to him curiously. To give him something?

The box is so small. What's in so tiny a box, Hinata. Komaeda can feel his heart kick over itself in his chest as he reaches for it, taking it carefully, oh so delicately in his hands, opening it and staring.

This is. Ah. He can feel a warmth and a nervous hopeful wash of something spreading through him -- quite clear in eyes as he looks from the pretty silver band to Hinata. His voice is barely a whisper.] It's... it's a ring, Hajime.

[Is it that sort of ring? Is he getting ahead of himself?? He's not even sure, he's waiting on bated breath.]

[Hinata can feel his whole face flushing hot at the words and he nods, his head ducking briefly. Is Komaeda excited? Anticipatory? He wants to make him happy.] Aa, it's a ring... it's... you know, it's not exactly an engagement ring, but... it's a promise ring.

[He dares to look up, almost fearing that he'll have disappointed Komaeda somehow. His free hand moves to his own neck, hooking in a chain looped about his neck and, when he pulls it free and out of where it was tucked carefully underneath his shirt, he reveals a matching ring dangling on the end of the chain. He smiles sheepishly, a little awkwardly, but his expression is heartfelt and hopeful.]

I've got one too. So, you know... it shows we're with each other, you know? Only with each other, for a long time.

[It's kinda a wedding ring without the marriage bit. Or proposing bit. Either way... he wanted to get it, for Komaeda. And for himself.]

Edited 2014-12-15 04:57 (UTC)

A promise...

[Komaeda echoes quietly, glancing back down to the ring. A promise that they're together, with each other, that they will be. For a long time, Hinata said! And that's all he wants, he thinks. For however long he's able to, until something tears him away from Hinata.

His gaze lifts once more in time to see that matching ring. Oh.

Damn it. Hinata is getting better at bringing out the flustered and blushing in him lately. It's... damn it. It's too nice. For someone like him, it's way too nice, right? He doesn't deserve it. At all. But oh he wants it. He really really wants it.

There's no disappointment! How could there be? But he doesn't say anything at all. Instead he just steps in and flings his arms around Hinata, clinging to him tightly. Don't mind him he might be tearing up a little it's exciting and he's so happy and flustered and it's a little like his fantasy but it's real so it's a billion times better.]

[Hinata gasps softly as Komaeda flings his arms around him. For a moment, he's worried, very worried, but his hands slide up his back, tracing the shape of his body before holding between his shoulders, his face turning into the side of Komaeda's neck.]

Do you like it...?

[His voice is unusually soft, uncertain, for Hinata who usually likes to face forward and go with single-minded intent. But this is different than a trial, than an investigation, this is trying to make Komaeda happy, promising him something, promising and desperately wanting to keep it, no matter what lays in their future. No matter how long they might have together.

So this... he doesn't want to somehow make Komaeda unhappy. That's why his voice quavers as he holds Komaeda close.]

[Oh Hinata, there's nothing to worry about, okay? Komaeda is happier than he can remember being -- and he has been happy lately, more than he's been in his entire life, in those quiet moments between the nonsense that happens here, when it's just him and Hinata, living a relatively ordinary life. His arms tighten around the other boy.

He nods though, fitfully. But no, that's not right at all.]

I love it. I really really love it, Hajime. I'm really happy.

[Super stupidly happy. He's never going to take this ring off ever, okay? EVER. And... and Hinata will wear his too, right? So he's so happy. Just ignore that his voice sounds shaky too, that he's definitely being a nerd and crying a little with how happy he is.]

[Hinata relaxes slightly at the nod... but further when Komaeda speaks. He laughs softly, delightedly, and then he moves to twine his fingers in the hair at the back of Komaeda's head. He puts pressure gently to urge him to turn up his face, to look at Hinata proper so Hinata can look right back at him.]

I'm glad. [He presses a kiss to his lips, lingering, their mouths catching.]

...are you going to wear it? Or should I get you a chain like mine to put it on? [His words are murmured, caught by the skin of Komaeda's cheek, and he nuzzles at it intently, intent on lavishing him in attention. Kissing him, too.]

[No he is hiding in his emotionalness here. But he does lean back at the tugging, meeting Hinata's with a smile, bright and genuine and grateful, only fading a little as he returns that kiss, humming softly.]

I'm going to wear it! I'm always going to wear it. [Seriously. It'll be on his finger as long as he has fingers for it to be on! In fact he draws back just enough to fumble with the box, trying to get the ring out of it so he can put it on his finger.

Except he drops it. Luck. LUCK!! Where did it go?] Ah... the ring! [Nooo where'd it go he wants it on his finger.]

[Hinata watches him and his struggle... and bites back a soft laugh as Komaeda promptly goes and drops it. He kneels in order to pick it up, wiping it off quickly on the front of his shirt before taking Komaeda's hand with one of his own. Without warning, he puts the ring on his middle finger before he realises what he's doing.

Ah-- well. It's fine, right?] Here. Is this better?

[He grins and leans in closer, their foreheads brushing.]

[Komaeda is not laughing he is afraid it's going to roll into a crack or a heating grate and be lost or something! This is sort of how things works with him. But Hinata has it, and he exhales a relieved little breath.

And then Hinata is putting the ring on him and Komaeda is breathless all over again, heart racing. His fingers flex, and he nods, eyes fixed on the ring.

Oh yes. Much better. Much much better. He's even blushing. And he reaches his now-ringed hand up to settle against Hinata's cheek, caressing softly.] Much... better. Thank you. This is... it's really an amazing surprise.

[Hinata smiles, though that smile falters as that hand comes to rest on his cheek-- only because there's a little shock of cold, from where he can feel that ring resting against a flushed cheek. But he turns his face into it, kissing the skin of his finger under where that ring sits.]

Mm... You're welcome. I'm just glad that you like it. [He glances to his face with half-closed eyes, glimmering red.] ...but, come on. I wanna show you something else.

[He draws back slowly, taking Komaeda's other hand in order to gently draw him to the bedroom. There's no trail of rose petals leading to the bed (even he isn't that bad) but there're new sheets and blankets, candles lighting the room, and okay maybe there're roses. But they're in a respectable vase, next to the bed, damn it.

(There may also be some supplies you know hidden behind that vase but that's for later if Komaeda's into it.)]

[It is a little chilly, a little heavy on his finger -- though it'll warm quickly, and soon it'll feel like a part of him, like it always has been. He smiles at the sweet kiss to his hand.]

I love it. [And just for the record.] I love you too.

[These two saps. Who lets them be alone together? Komaeda follows along though, looking around at the candles, the flowers. Oh. It's really.] It's getting even more romantic, isn't it?

[He steps in closer to him, turning to face Hinata so he can wrap his free arm around him.]

[Hinata flushes and laughs somewhat shyly, though he doesn't turn his eyes away from Komaeda's, gazing at him steadily. He watches Komaeda even when he looks around, softening, a relaxed smile stretching over lips.]

That was the plan, [he murmurs in a teasing voice. Inclining his body, he presses his lips to Komaeda's neck, his fingers slowly pressing to his lower back, pushing up, bunching fabric before sliding back down to smooth it.] I love you too, Nagito.

[Super saps. But Hinata's been planning and thinking of this ever since seeing Komaeda's fantasy before. Somehow, he'd wanted to make it up to him, give him something like that, wanted him to feel the same happiness and excitement even if it's not on a tropical island. Even if it's not a wedding night.]

Oh? Then I suppose you can call it a success.

[Total success. Komaeda's head falls to the side, arching his neck. Yes, more of that seems like it should be just fine. Even more romantic. But he does stop in humming his approval of that to smile instead at those sweet returned words.

But this is better than his fantasy. It's more... genuine. It's more them. Quiet and private but perfect. His eyes flutter shut. It may not be a wedding night, but it's still special, with the simple silver ring on his finger. Life is pretty excellent.

His hands move to curl his fingers into the fabric of Hinata's shirt.] Hajime... I think I've been swept off my feet.

[Now, what's he supposed to do with that arched neck except kiss along it? His lips catch at skin gently and he peeks up toward Komaeda's face, smiling at his hum, at his smile.

His hand slides down to the hem of his shirt, toying with it, fingers grazing the warm skin hidden below.]

Even if I haven't actually done that? [Hinata laughs into his neck and presses a kiss at the base of his throat, pushing his nose against the bump of his collarbone, there even through the material of his shirt. He breathes in, slowly, eyes closing.]

[That is exactly what he is supposed to do. He's got it exactly right. Komaeda squirms where he stands just a little, humming his approval of the warm touch of those fingers.]

Haven't you?

[Komaeda could have sworn. He feels a little like he's floating. Or something. His fingers find their way into Hinata's hair, raking through dark strands even as he ducks his head to press a kiss to his forehead.]

Not literally.

[Hinata slips his hand slowly under the hem of Komaeda's shirt, touching, stroking his fingers along his back, up the faint line of his spine. His head turns slightly, a murmur of approval leaving him when Komaeda kisses his forehead.]

I'm thinking about it, though. [Sweeping Komaeda off his feet, carrying him to the bed... could he get any more embarrassing, he thinks that would actually be the pinnacle.]

Oh? Well if you want to make it literal for it to be proper... that would only be right.

[Komaeda informs him. Really. He's ready to be swept if Hinata wants to, even if it may be a tremendously embarrassing, sappy thing to do. Komaeda has discovered he rather likes sappy if he's being honest with himself.

Fingertips find their way to trace over Hinata's cheek, soft and sweet and affectionate. There's no sense disguising it, right? He adores Hinata. More than that, he wants him, wants to make the very most of this dazzlingly romantic setup that his boyfriend has put together.]

[Hinata tries to give him an exasperated look as though he were hoping Komaeda wasn't about to ask that... but then he moves, ducking his body in order to lift Komaeda up. He gasps a bit in surprise--] They make it look really easy, oi. [--but he manages!! BRIDAL STYLE, looking sheepishly at Komaeda.

And over to the bed with one slow, careful step... two... it was much easier in the virtual reality. Now he wants to take care not to drop him accidentally, get his foot snagged up in something, maybe bang into something like he did once.

So uncool. But another reason for his surprise... is that Komaeda weighs more than he once did, doesn't he? It makes him feel all warm and pleased and more reassured that he's been eating, that he's been doing better as time goes by here.]

[Komaeda is so happy right now -- even if Hinata is fussing about it being difficult. Hey. HEY. Do not fuss about it! Except Komaeda just laughs quietly.] Mm. I think that's a Hollywood image thing, But you're doing just fine, Hajime.

[He kicks his feet a little to demonstrate. See? Look how swept off them he is! So swept off them. And Hinata is plenty cool for Komaeda -- who is also a gigantic unsmooth nerd so that may be why.

Unaware that Hinata is being pleased by the fact that he's managed to regain some weight, enough to not look like a starvation victim any longer, he just leans into kiss at his cheek, draping his arms about his neck.]

[Hinata murmurs quietly as his cheek is kissed, turning his face toward him and yes, arrival at the bed and he leans over as carefully as he can to set Komaeda down on it. His fingers slide over his back, his sides, through his shirt as he does and he kisses at Komaeda's cheek now in return.]

Move back a bit... lemme on too.

[As soon as Komaeda does... Hinata will shimmy on his knees onto the bed in front of him, his palms setting against blankets.]

[Komaeda settles into the bed happily, squirming to get himself comfortable. But yes, Hinata joining him would be better. He scoots back and reaches his arms out to Hinata. Here. Come closer to him.

He reaches out to hook his fingers into the collar of Hinata's shirt, tugging lightly, playfully.]

Hajime... [He murmurs his name softly, hand moving to settle at the side of his neck instead, urging him closer so Komaeda can lean in and catch his lips in a kiss.]

[Hinata tips up his chin slightly, not resisting that tugging at his collar... too much, anyway, as he shuffles forward, blankets bunching slightly underneath him. When Komaeda pulls, too, it exposes more of that slim chain with the ring on it from before. He closes his eyes just before their lips meet, pressing his palms to either side of Komaeda on the bed.]

Mmm... [He'd say his name back, wants to breathe it to him and let him hear how soaked through it is with affection... But he wants to kiss him even more, trace his tongue along his lower lip.]

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