Empathy ; Komahina Oneshots

What do you desire?

Inspiration for this oneshot came from this comic strip! I'm not the one who made it, I just found it and fell in love with it! All credit goes to whoever made it! All I want to do is write a oneshot featuring it and add a tad bit more to the end. Again not my comic, just a fangirl who wanted to write a oneshot based off it!

Part 1 of 5
His eyes studied his right hand as the crimson red fake nails attracted his attention. It was not even his own right hand, however it was the right hand that belonged to that vile woman. They narrowed on it, a swift strike of emotion sealed behind his grey orbs. Distain maybe. Perhaps hate? Could it have been something more?

The one who had used him as a pawn, how could he possibly admire her. She brought all that despair, but maybe it was because of the tremendous hope such despair would bring. Yet he would not be able to see it. However he had fooled himself to believe that he did not mind.

Going back...well there would be nothing for him. Surely he was hated by all of the survivors especially Kamukura. But it's not like Kamukura cared for him even before all this, so why would he care about him waking up now? He honestly had nothing to wake up to.

He curled his hand bringing it back down to his side and behind his back. "Hey stranger," he called out. "I'm not supposed to be here."

He stuffed his hand in his pocket, eyes narrowing as his facial expression remained neutral.

"What do you desire?" A female voice asked, calmly and quietly.

He swallowed, his throat growing dry. "What...do you mean?"

"Would you rather stay here?" The voice asked instead, the calm, sweet tone flooding through his ears.

He paused, bring his hand up to his chin tapping it lightly. He smiled. "...I think." He chuckled. "After all there is nothing waiting for me in the real world."

It was true. He had absolutely nothing to gain by going back. No one cared for him in the game so why would they care now? Just because they were all defiled by Junko, it did not mean that the group would suddenly just care. Especially not him...hell, he was probably gone completely. No miracle nor program could've saved him.

He was a goner right when he was reborn in the program.

"Is that necessarily true?"

He looked at the ground, a sad smile still plastered onto his face. "I'm quite sure."

"What if it wasn't?"

He began to grow annoyed. "I wouldn't be able to face him."

The smile returned as he hesitated. "...I think. I think I'd like to stay here a little longer."

His grey eyes focused on nothing as the light blue and green digital universe was slowly fading in his vision. "...Hey. I wonder...what kind of a face will you make when you see me...?"

Before closing his eyes, her voice sounded one last time. "You've already found your place."

He gasped for air, the sudden shock overtaking him as he struggled to breathe. He was sent into a panic as his eyes darted around the dark room, illuminated in green light. Memories of blood, mass killings, and despair flooded through him as he screamed, his shouts bellowing throughout the room. He was shocked his voice was so loud even though he hadn't used it in so long.

Two hands grabbed his arms rubbing them with their thumb in an attempt to calm him down. He didn't have to look at the person to know who it was. They rested their forehead against his, shushing him and rubbing his arms. His screams died down to scared whimpers and ragged breathing.

"Komaeda..." The person spoke to him in a hushed whisper. They knew he was frightened and were trying not to scared him anymore. "You're okay. I'm not going to hurt you, okay? Nothing can hurt you now."

Tears were forming in his eyes as he was pulled into a hug by the person. Though he could tell from the hair, and he wasn't sure if he was happy. He didn't know how to feel happy, he just hadn't been for such a long time. All it has ever been was broken smiles and fake laughter. They fooled him into believing he was fine. But now...

"...H-Hina-ta...kun?" He choked out. The person pulled away smiling at him with tears in his eyes. "Komaeda it's me. I'm so..." He let out a sob, holding the male tighter. "I'm so relieved. I was scared you weren't going to wake up. I...I'm so h-happy!"

"H-Hinata-kun?" Komaeda was surprised by how Hinata was acting. He would've thought Hinata hated him but... "...I missed you so much." The brunette pulled away again with a large lopsided grin plastered on his face.

Komaeda breathed in, his eyes drifting to his body. He was skinnier than he remembered, and he felt hair fall on his back. "Hinata-kun... How..." He trailed off, the dryness of his throat being the thing that silenced him.

Hinata stood up holding his hand out. "Try to stand Ko, don't worry I'll catch you if you fall." He smiled at him gently, his eyes shimmering.

Komaeda looked back up to him, seeing his outstretched hand. He looked the same as always, trustworthy. He found himself reaching out, placing his hand on Hinata's. It seemed like how they were before in the program. It was as if they were friends again, and he really was glad to have it again.