I’ll do my best…!

44. Mirrors (Doppelgangers; mirror-versions of a character/setting where everything is it’s opposite; mirror ghost games such as Bloody Mary; narcissism, etc.)

The whole thing really had been quite frightening. A blood red sky, a road littered with bodies, the resounding screams mixed with cackling laughter, a horrendous stench in the air…

And now, pale fingers run through his hair. A voice that both is and isn’t his own is humming. He’s shivering, burying his face in his reflection’s lap.

“Ah, oh dear.”

His other self giggles fondly, stroking his skull and trembling shoulders.

“Breathe, Nagito.”

Komaeda inhales shakily.

“It’s not as bad as the plane crash,” Servant supplies helpfully. “After a while, it all grows commonplace. Normal. Dull. Boring.”

“…it’s so sickening… I feel like I’m going to be ill…”

“That’s normal, too!” Servant chirped. “Never let go of those feelings of abject disgust, Nagito! Lest you give into complete despair, aha!”

Despair… This world beyond that cursed mirror is…a world of despair.

“It’ll be okay,” Servant croons, rubbing along his spine. “Hope will win in the end. That’s how I can relax. Despair will be burnt to the roots, and the world will be so beautiful. You’ll see.”

It’s completely unstable. My other self, too, is completely unstable.

But, despite that, he does end up relaxing, because Servant’s touch and warmth is inexplicably comforting.

At a time like this… He’s the only one I can rely on. Hope… Have hope…

Idly, he wondered if anyone back home was worried about him. Maybe Hinata?

Aha. As if.

Sighing, he once again nuzzled into Servant’s lap.

“Just wait,” Servant says cheerfully. “Someday, this world will surely be far more beautiful than your own!”

“M… Mm…”

Are you asking for incest or just a focus on their relationship?

I’ll go with the latter to be on the safe side!!!

They have a complicated relationship. Due to Meshi being sicklier, he’s even more isolated than Komaeda is. That said, Komaeda still feels obligated to take care of him since he’s so hapless.

There’s also that after their parents died, the two of them only really have each other in terms of family.

Meshi is rather doting and affectionate, but Komaeda knows very well that Meshi’s more reserved than he acts. Thus he has…complicated feelings even as he accepts Meshi cooing over him.

They like a lot of the same things, thankfully, so it’s easy for them to carry a conversation, at least.

YOOOOO SERKOMAAAAA!!!

Good shit!!!!! I missed it. qoq

89. “You’re the best part of me.”

“Ah, Servant-kun, you’re still here.”

“Sure am!”

“Alright.”

It couldn’t be helped. And he came to a strange peace with it, as much as it was still strange seeing someone who was, for all intents and purposes, himself but not. There wasn’t any point in denying it. And he…didn’t have it in him to try anything dramatic when their luck canceled one another out.

It just was what it was.

He still stiffened when Servant’s arms wrapped around him from behind when he had sat down to read.

“You know, sometimes I wonder,” Servant hummed into his ear. “What, exactly, you are.”

“Aha… Servant-kun’s saying things I don’t understand again,” he giggled just a little. “I told you…. I’m just me.”

“I think…you’re the best part of me. And I think…this whole thing is so that you supplant me.” Servant tucked a few strands behind his ear. “But, mm, it’s still but a hypothesis. I have been snooping around. Oh, don’t worry, no one’s discovered me yet. Although… That Hinata-kun came close.”

“Please be careful.” Komaeda paused. “You were the one who said you didn’t want anyone to know about you.”

“Yes…” Servant kissed the nape of his neck. Komaeda flinched. “I did. But, Nagito-kun… A question. Were you planning on dying on this island?”

He didn’t even hesitate.

“I did. I couldn’t have expected I’d meet you. I hope you don’t kill me. That wouldn’t be very hopeful.”

“…It might be more hopeful if you killed me,” Servant murmured. “That’s…what I think.”

“I won’t do that.” Komaeda shook his head. “You haven’t done anything wrong, Servant-kun.”

Servant’s look was unreadable, and he squeezed.

“…you’re so cute.”

“Eh? But I’m you, right?”

Yooooooo nice.

“Is that my shirt?”

“Is that my shirt?”

Surprisingly, it was even slighter on him, baggier and highlighting just how thinner and frailer the other was. Honestly, it was really unsettling, but even so…

“It’s yours. That makes it mine, doesn’t it?” he asked cheerfully. Komaeda made a face at that.

“…That’s not how it works but okay, I suppose.” This is strange; stranger than even I’m used to. “Aha, sorry, I should offered first but…”

“Ah, no worries, no worries, Nagito-kun!”

Nagito-kun. We’re both Nagito, aren’t we?

“…Mmm…”

“Hmm?” He gave him a half-lidded smile. “Is something wrong, Nagito-kun?”

You mean besides this situation? Standing in a room…with an alternate self…in my shirt…calling me Nagito-kun…

“Haha, of course not. No worries, no worries, ah… Servant-kun, was it?”

Servant cheerfully nodded.

“Servant-kun,” he repeated, gaze unreadable. “No worries.”

Yoooooo more serkoma yooooooo

2. … moaning the other’s name

“Nagito-kun, oh, Nagito-kun…”

“S-Stop that,” he stammered out, tensing as he winced at Servant rocking his hips to his. He covers his mouth to muffle a moan of his own, and Servant giggles sweetly.

“It’s just our name, what’s wrong with saying it?”

“I-It’s…weird…” Komaeda swallows, gasping and Servant kisses along his jaw and neck. “S-Saying your own name is just…so…weird…”

“It’s your name, too,” Servant reminds him, kissing his cheek. “So in this situation it’s normal.”

Nothing about this situation is normal. Komaeda shakes his head, flushing. “None of this is normal.”

“Ooh, true,” Servant cooed, laughing, but then groaned. “But, oh, Nagito-kun, isn’t that part of the excitement?”

He shuddered, a moan escaping his lips, and Sevant nuzzles his cheek, pressing another kiss, one that was wetter than the last.

FUCK YEAAAAAAAH

5. … giving the other a strip tease

“We have the same bodies, so~~there’s really no need to be shy, Nagito-kun~~!”

“We…don’t,” he swallows, as the other shucks off his chic black jacket, chain dinging as he did. “You have a lot of scars that I don’t, right?”

“Ehehe, maybe.” A teasing smile as he tugs at the color of his long-sleeved, striped shirt, exposing a pale, bare shoulder, There were indents in the skin, as though someone dug their nails in deep. He blinked, but the other’s smile had softened considerably. “Is that sympathy?”

“I…don’t know.” Komaeda huffs sardonically. “I don’t know what any of this is.”

“Isn’t that obvious? It’s self-indulgence. Self-care.”

He tugs at the end of his shirt, pulling it up. His waist and abdomen is similarly slight, similarly pale but there are litters of small scars from either cuts or burns. Komaeda almost reaches out, curious about those marks on skin that is and isn’t his own, but at Servant’s smile and realizing his fingers were ready to curl around that shifting chain leash, he yanked his hand back.

“Ehe.”

“I-It’s just…” Komaeda trails off, taking in visible ribs, more scarring, and then… Servant starts to tug down his pants. Those milky thighs–milkier than his own–are littered with curious yellowing bruises in addition to the prominent dual symmetrical scars. “It’s…” He swallows. “Self-exploration. That’s…all.”

Woooooo mooooore selfcest~~~!

11. …trying to turn the other on

“Our sensitive spots are the same too, hmm? Well, of course,that’s hardly a surprise.”

He shivers, of course, as the other’s hand skims along histhighs before trailing up his shirt, against his sensitive rib cage. Heflushes, squirms, and the other shushes him oh so gently into his ear.

“Relax, Nagito-kun.”

Servant kisses his ear, and nips at it. Another sensitive spotthat earns an adorable quiver.

“This feels good, doesn’t it?”

He lets out a weak gasp.

“Do you find it a little exciting? It’s certainly new, isn’t it? It’s the first time you’ve brought yourself such sensations…” Servant kisses his neck. “Isn’t this nice? Or is it a little too weird?”

“It’s…” Komaeda swallows. “It’s…weird…”

Servant just laughs.

FUCK YEAH I’M UP FOR SOME SERKOMA

31. “I’m fine.”

“This is…hell, right?”

There’s no better word for it. The blood-red sky, the ruined buildings left and right, the smell of sulfur in the air–sulfur and dried blood–Komaeda pressed his arm to his mouth, trying to block it out. He squinted, feeling his eyes sting likely due to the poisonous air, and his other self  let out a cold hum.

“Despairing, isn’t it?” he asks cheerfully. “It’s definitely disgusting, as are the hopeless people scuttling about like cockroaches. But after this despair destroys itself, nothing but hope will remain.”

Komaeda looked at him, and the gust of air just then carried a stench that he immediately covered his mouth and nose to block out as he blanched. Perking up, Servant got to his feet with a content hum, and cupped his cheeks.

“Is something wrong? I’m not going to believe you if you say ‘I’m fine’, you know.”

Komaeda shoved him off.

“There’s no hope in any of this,” he bit out, crossing his arms tight, shaking as he did. “This… This is… It’s nothing but…”