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[That blush is all the reward he could honestly ask for. Hinata fights to keep the smile from his face and fails-- it's a dopey smile that Komaeda's probably been the rare few to see. He smiles, sure, but not like this, so unguarded and open.

He shifts to lean around, kissing the side of his head over an ear, nuzzling his nose against some strands of his hair.]

A bit more than just this. But...

[Hinata's arms tighten in a gentle squeeze.] Am I getting in the way of your reading?

[So dopey Hinata. But Komaeda is a perceptive enough guy to realize that Hinata doesn't let his guard down for everyone, that these sorts of smiles and moments are special -- that somehow he (him of all people!) is special enough to be allowed to see this part of him.

His eyes fall mostly shut at the kiss to his head, sweet as it is.

His own fingers curl more tightly about Hinata's risk as he glances down to the book in his lap.] Mm-hmm. Definitely getting in the way of reading. [But he slides the book from his lap now, turning just enough so that when he turns his head he can catch Hinata's cheek with his lips.] I'd be happy if you stayed in the way.

[Hinata brightens up at that kiss, pleased to get just what he came over here for-- Komaeda's attention. What? He's allowed. He slides his hand around to the back of Komaeda's neck and moves to kiss at his lips, just a fleeting kiss.]

Then I'm gonna keep being an obstruction.

[Mwah-- he kisses him again for good measure.] It's kinda embarrassing to say, but I wanted to be close to you all of a sudden. [It just swept over him.]

[Komaeda is all too happy to give it so really, this works out pretty well. Komaeda's neck arches at the touch to the back of his neck, leaning after that kiss, but oh it's so short he wants more kissing now.]

A total roadblock...

[Komaeda agrees, humming happily to that next kiss, looking all too pleased when Hinata admits that next bit.] All of a sudden is it? Then I'm pretty happy about whatever it was that's come over you. [He lifts one hand up to settle at Hinata's cheek gently.] Then you should come closer, shouldn't you?

[When Komaeda calls him a roadblock it feels like a pet name, honestly. He pulls back from him, sliding his hand along the top of the couch as he comes around to sit next to him. A moment passes and he looks like he's thinking about something before he moves to flop on his back (legs stretching out on the couch) and put his head on Komaeda's lap.

He peers up at him curiously, taking in this new angle.]

...Could I stay like this for a few minutes? [IT'S ODDLY NICE...]

[Komaeda watches Hinata make his way around the couch, watches as he's sure he can see the wheels in Hinata's head turning, only to laugh quietly, pleased when he's suddenly being used as a pillow. This is perfect actually.

He looks down at Hinata fondly now, smiling softly before reaching down to pet at that dark hair gently, letting his fingers sift through it.]

Mmhmm. However long you want. Are you comfortable? [Does he like it? Komaeda likes it. It's a very couple-y thing, isn't it?]

Mmmh, [Hinata makes a little noise as his hair is petted, his head tilting to make it easier, bangs sliding off of his forehead. He closes his eyes, enjoying it.] Yeah, I'm comfortable...

[He snuggles his head backward against his legs actually, just to prove a point, settled comfortably into his lap. Months ago, he thinks that these legs were a lot bonier... The thought crosses his head in a brief flash.]

You really don't mind indulging me.

[Komaeda's expression softens now as he watches Hinata react, watches Hinata's eyes close. His boyfriend is cute. Far too cute. His fingers slip further into Hinata's hair, messing up his hair before smoothing it back into order again and again.]

I'm indulging me too.

[Komaeda admits with a quiet laugh, ducking his head.] I like it, just sitting with you, touching you.

[And then, more than that.] You're really cute like this too, you know.

[The continued tousling and smoothing makes him grin and turn his head slightly, nuzzling again against that lap. This is so nice. Komaeda's good at stroking hair and also apparently making it all messy.]

... [One red eye opens, though, as he's called cute. He's peering up at Komaeda. But then it closes again.]

You know, I don't even mind being called cute at a time like this...

[Komaeda will take this as his talent to be honest. It would be a lovely thing to be good at since he's rather enjoying it. Not that he doesn't enjoy any little excuse just to touch Hinata, sweet and affectionate and minor as that touch may be.

He sees that one eye and laughs, amused.]

That makes it a fairly impressive moment, doesn't it?

[Another laugh and he adds, thoughtful.] Is it strange that I never mind? No matter what situation it is, I like when you think good things about me.

[Hinata blushes a little at his laughter, but it's nice to hear Komaeda laugh, even if it's at a face he's making or something he's said. When did he get so lovesick for this guy again... Mmm, no, he can't remember.]

...I don't think it's strange. You don't get embarrassed at a lot of the things I do.

[A light sigh as he mulls this over, before he too smiles. Eh, why not, he's already acting enough like a doof, what's a bit more?]

You're always cute when I do get you to blush.

[Komaeda is only laughing at him a little. Because he's adorable. And wow totally love sick if Hinata is thinking those things. His hand stills for just a moment as he considers that point.]

I suppose Hajime is a lot shyer than I am.

[He teases, before blinking.] Oh? So it's only when you've made me blush then? [So Hinata tries to, huh? ...well so does he. Shh.]

[Hinata scrunches his nose. Shy... Who's shy! Except he is in ways that people are normally shy (darn it). Komaeda's just an exception, and he knows this too well by now, after all of their time together.

He opens his eyes again to look up at him, though, eyebrows lightly lifting.]

Nope, not just when I've made you blush. You're cute in other ways... all of the time.

[Komaeda tries to swallow back another laugh, but kind of fails at it entirely. Yeah, Komaeda is bad at being shy about things that normal people are. It's a personal failing, he's sure.

But Hinata doesn't seem to mind.]

All of the time is better. I like that better. [A smile down at Hinata as his eyes open, fingers sifting through his hair once more.] I really do love you, Hajime.

[He murmurs those words softly, lowly, like they're maybe a secret even if he never makes much of a secret about those feelings at all.]

[He didn't get a blush for that one... oh well. He smiles up at Komaeda. The smile is enough. The fingers in his hair are gentle and comfortable and make him tilt his head to encourage more.] I really do love you too, Nagito.

[Hinata stretches one hand up, fingers reaching for him, reaching to touch his cheek, tenderly at the line of his jaw. A swipe of his fingertip, softer, down to just under his chin, before dropping to his chest.

He grasps loosely at the front of his shirt over his heart.]

[Komaeda's a tough nut to crack, Hinata! When it comes to blushing. But somehow those words returned coupled with that touch, sweet and tender as it is and then that hand at his heart, that does the trick, and a faint blush rises up in his cheeks now.]

I'm glad.

[He ruffles at Hinata's hair once more before shifting his hand down to settle against the other's chest too, above his heart. It's strange how warm he feels right now.]

[There it is, a blush. Hinata's fingers flex in his shirt and he smiles and it might look a little proud but don't mind it. He thumbs at the fabric in his grip and shifts his shoulders so that his head leans in closer to Komaeda's stomach.

As Komaeda's hand settles on his chest he sighs, content, closing his eyes.]

Mmm... you don't ever doubt it, right? [He's teasing, quietly.]

[Don't look so proud. Komaeda is just easily flustered by sweet things. Emotional things. Like even those teasing words.

He looks down, eyes roaming over what he can see of Hinata's face, all affection and soft contentment right now.]

I don't. Somehow, even knowing the kind of person that I am... I really can't doubt it at all. [He knows he doesn't deserve it. But Hinata loves him somehow anyway. And Komaeda loves him and here they are.]

You're saying that again.

[Hinata exhales a gentle sigh and slides his hand up his chest, his index finger hooking in Komaeda's collar, urging him to lean down toward him. He gazes at him with half-closed red eyes.

"The kind of person" thing, he means.]

I suppose I am. Does that mean we have to deduct points. I'd been trying so hard.

[Kind of sort of trying so hard. It makes him feel nice that Hinata really seems to care about it anyway, care about how he thinks about himself.

It's still strange somehow, to him, to think of anyone being concerned about that. But it's warm feeling anyway.

He leans forward as that finger hooks in his collar, peering down at Hinata, close enough to nuzzle at his hair.]

[Hinata's eyes close for a moment as he's nuzzled, his chin lifting up encouragingly into it. His fingers run along the inside of his collar gently, tugging a little bit still but not pulling back.]

You've got points for trying, but you'll get even more points if you start catching yourself whenever you go to say it.

[He smiles at him.] And then you can cash 'em in for a prize? [From yours truly.]

[Komaeda is all too happy to linger close, tugged or not. He does swallow back a quiet laugh at that. Oh well now see that's interesting.]

Oh? Is that the case? What sort of prize, Hajime? That sounds really intriguing to me.

[SO he'll try extra hard. He can be very stubborn about doing something when he's properly motivated for things! And this is pretty motivating he thinks. Anything involving Hinata tends to be.]

[Hinata hums thoughtfully, looking at him still, holding his gaze determinedly. Some part of him is going to be embarrassed/regret this later but for now:]

Dunno. How about I'll do one thing you ask me to? ...'course, if I agree depends on how many points you've got.

[Some prizes need more points than others. He quirks his eyebrows up in a little goading way. How about it, boyfriend?]

[Komaeda's eyes just about light up at the possibilities of this. Oh Hinata is in trouble, really. He'll regret it, undoubtedly. There's no way he won't. The way Komaeda's brain works, embarrassment is inevitable, isn't it?]

Then it really will be an exciting prize. But how will we keep track?

[Does he get a chart with little gold stars? MAYBE? Or is it just a mental tally. Either way he can think of a few things that he really really wants to ask Hinata for. Mostly stupid sappy things. Some slightly racier things. Too many ideas.]

[--ha, there it is. Komaeda's eyes lighting up. He may very well regret this later, but isn't it a good motivation for him? Hinata thinks so.]

You're gonna keep track in little notebook. First, [he flicks up a finger] who you were talking with when you stopped yourself from talking down about yourself, and second [another finger flicks up] the actual tally marks of how many times you stopped yourself.

[He demands solid evidence!! Don't think he won't cross-check with witness testimony.]

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