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　A gentle sigh grabs  Komaeda’s attention - as if Hinata didn’t have most of it already. It’s a familiar, disappointed sigh; Komaeda can’t help but feel disappointed himself, in himself. That feeling is familiar as well.

     Hinata looks at him, his eyes holding nothing but utter mockery with the others presence. He could feel the oncoming feelings of a headache, already his brain pulsing with a familiar tingle of pain. 

     The brunette listened to Komaeda speak, rolling his eyes as he rambled on about bothering him. Honestly, he did not care. There were more important things to him than Komaedas insecurity about talking to him. He pushed himself back, away from his desk and stood up. "Oh please, you're the least disgusting of everyone else here, you know that. You make me the least sick, you should be happy about that." he explained to the boy. 

　What seems off…? That’s a good question. It isn’t something Komaeda can name with ease, however clear to him it seems. It isn’t as if Hinata seems ill or unwell, and his tone is only slight different than he might expect… so what it is? Is he simply being oversensitive? Or is he overreacting? He’s sure such a thing wouldn’t be unheard of for him.

     Hinata blinked and looked down at the small notebook he had previously closed, almost ready to begin ignoring Komaeda and go back to writing once more. He sighed and moved his hand to push his hair back, breathing in a sigh of air. 

　"Ah, no, of course not."

　He should have expected to be snapped at. It wasn’t his business and Hinata was right—it really didn’t matter. He was curious, that’s all, and couldn’t help but ask. It’s a bad habit of his to blurt out what on his mind at times. He’ll have to work on that if he wants to continue conversing with others normally.

     His rooms state of being really had no importance to their conversation, even if it was the area they were taking conversation to. Hinata rolled his eyes as he waited for Komaeda to continue speaking. It was his turn after all, and who would he be to interrupt him had he decided to speak up at the same time as he? 

Hinata has never been known to be a terribly organized person. In comparison to other high school students, he is nothing but average in that respect as well. Perhaps that’s why it surprises Komaeda to see his room in a state of disarray. This isn’t the first time he’s been here, but it’s the first he’s seen it like this.

His eyes move from the scene to Hinata himself. There’s something odd about him, or perhaps the way he holds himself. His voice is strange, too, though it isn’t necessarily awful.

     He sighs, his breathing uneven already. It took a lot of self control to keep himself calm around people, he wasn't normally one to converse with others. But he supposed he would have to get better at that, and he would. Soon enough. Hinata swipes a few loose strands of hair behind his ear, and he closed the notebook- a journal, that he had been writing in.

tractatio

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