♡ Protecting You | Hinakoma/Komahina ♡

7 | Uncomfortable

"What a cute painting," Komaeda said, looking at a picture on Hinata's desk.

"That's a photo, not a painting,"

"A photo?" Komaeda asked, confused.

Hinata got out his phone and took a picture of him. "Here, look," he showed him the photo.

"Ohh, I get it! It freezes a moment in time. Humans are so smart, I never knew you could create such a thing!" He smiled. "So, is this and old photo of you?"

"No, it's another kid with brown spiky hair and green eyes that looks exactly like me, you know?"

"Ah, really?"

"No. Of course that's me."

Komaeda frowned. "Thanks for lying, cowboy,"

"What?"

The God smiled again. "That was so cool, right?? I read something like that in a book! Somebody called a man a cowboy! I think that just added a human flair to my sentence. Don't you agree?"

Hinata chuckled. The pale man was cute. "For sure,"

"Thanks!!" He looked at the picture again. "Who's the other boy?"

"My brother,"

"You have a brother? What's his name?"

"Suckmy,"

"What an interesting name! Is it foreign?"

Now Hinata felt too bad to say his stupid joke. "Uh, no it's actually Izuru,"

"Then why'd you lie, cowboy??" Komaeda asked, upset.

"Sorry,"

"Humans lie a lot,"

"That's just me,"

Komaeda frowned. "Hinata-kun!"

"What?"

"Be honest! Otherwise may thunder strike you!"

"WHAT???"

"I apologize. My father taught me how to threaten people, so..."

The brunet smiled. "I guess we're not so different,"

"What do you mean?"

"My mom taught me to fight and kill,"

"Kill? You should not kill anyone for me,"

"If your life depends on it, I'll stop at nothing, Komaeda. 'Cause you gotta realize, since I was 12, my mom taught me you're the most important person and I need to protect you at all costs. So if I had to, I'd tear the world apart to protect you. I mean, not literally, but... y'know what I mean,"

Komaeda looked off to the side, uncomfortable. "...this... this might be a strange question, but... Do you desire my body? I know it is odd to ask, but please answer seriously,"

"Uh, no. I mean, I don't think you're ugly, but I haven't thought about you in that way,"

He let out a relieved sigh. "Okay. Thank you,"

"Why do you ask?"

Komaeda shuddered. "I cannot put it into words... I do not want to, I-I still do not understand what... what happened..."

The brunet furrowed his eyebrows. "Shit. Did someone hurt you, Komaeda?"

"No!" He hugged himself. Hinata hadn't imaged a God could look this vulnerable.

"But then what are you-"

"I-I said no!"

Hinata stopped. "...sorry." He said. "Uh... hey," he began softly. "If I do something you don't like and I don't listen to you saying no, you can slap me as hard as you can. Okay?"

Komaeda slapped him across the face.

"Argh! Fucking hell, what was that for?!"

"You lied to me twice!"

"...true. I deserved that," Hinata admitted.

Komaeda hugged him. "But thank you for making me feel safe,"

Hinata rubbed his back. "Just doing my job,"