Hajime's P.O.V
I don't know how long I was unconscious. But, I was the first to wake up between Komaeda and I; which was worrying. His health is already horrible, especially in his head, who knows what a harsh and impacting bump to the head could cause him? Probably amnesia. Or hell, I hate to think of it but death could be a possibility too. And it made it all the more relieving to check his pulse and find that he was still alive. It would be devastating if he were to have amnesia after this, but at least he isn't dead, right? That's at least, the mindset I tried to keep on for right now. While Komaeda was still in an unconscious state, he was still holding on to the basket full of the food we were going to have for his planned picnic. It was still neatly kept, nothing had fallen out of it, thankfully. Although it was strange how he seemed to hold onto it as if it were the last source of breath on Earth. Odd. I tried not to focus on that though, as there were many more important things at hand. Police had indeed arrived, along with a tow truck, that would be the one to carry the bus away from here and take it to somewhere it could be fixed properly, if it could even be fixed after the accident. Unfortunately though, it wouldn't be able to do its job quite yet, as there were still plenty of people inside the broken bus, including Nagito and I, who needed to be checked up on and given assistance. And for whatever reason, they were taking forever, and it was going to be much longer for us as the cloudette and I are in one of the back rows, and they're seeming to go in a 'front-to-back- order'.
I personally wasn't as badly harmed as other people on here. I just had a few bruises and scabs, in which honestly I feel lucky for that, as there are a couple of other people on here that broke more than one bone. Bruises and scabs should be nothing. So honestly I wouldn't mind being one of the last people to be treated, but then there's Komaeda. From what I can tell, he also has bruises and scabs just as I do, but I'm not sure if there's anything else that could contradict as worse. I stayed still, looking out the cracked window the entire time of waiting for help, and soon enough it was finally given. Well, somewhat; the help team was still working on other people, but they let one of their members come over and help Komaeda wake up, at least. It was almost like a miracle, right before my eyes. They used an oxygen tank to help him, which was most definitely very effective. After a bit, the albino's eyes would flutter open, calm at first but his expression would twist to a more confused one. He glanced over to me, growing even more confused as he realized his surroundings. He spoke up, a crack in his voice coming along with it, "Hinata-kun, what''s going on?" His voice was also quite raspy, but I couldn't blame him, he had just woken up from an unconscious state after all. His voice wasn't going to be perfect. I sighed, "A car crashed into the bus, and you got a concussion. Could you please tell me what hurts the worst, so the help team knows how to treat you?" I know it was a lot to take in when just waking up, but there was no avoiding it.
Komaeda's eyes widened, and he seemed to be deep in thought. "Well, um.. It's just my head that hurts, I guess there's a bit of pain in my arm but it's not as bad as my head. Although I think my head is probably just really bruised," he answered. I nodded, "Alright then, that's actually pretty good considering the others on here." I looked over to the help team, who was still helping the same people with giving them their needed treatments and taking them out of the vehicle. The white haired boy beside me seemed to notice this as well, and his eyes would narrow. "They seem to be taking a while, how long have they been getting everyone off? If I had to guess, I'd say at least a half of an hour," he hummed, disappointment threaded in his tone. I chuckled, "Nope, longer; they've been going through for at least fifty minutes by now. I personally think they should carry everyone out of the bus immediately, hell, it could explode at any moment." Komaeda stiffened, "You just made this ten times more terrifying than it had to be."
I bit on my lip, quickly apologizing, "Ah, sorry, sorry. To move the subject, while we wait why don't we just start eating? I honestly only had a bit of breakfast today and it was nothing much, I'm practically starving," I chuckled nervously. Nagito would sit still for a minute, as if he were contemplating whether or not to let me eat, which was extremely odd. I know something 'important' was in that basket of his, but I think it could be shown now, right? Did it *have* to be back at our childhood neighborhood? I'd like to think not. But soon enough, Komaeda let out a sigh and nodded, "I see, well then, I suppose we could have it right now." He handed the basket over to me, and turned over to where his back was facing me, and I couldn't see his face.
'Did letting me eat upset him that much? That's.. worrying.'
I try my best to shrug it off, and more focus on my hunger for the moment. I stuffed my hand into the basket, finding that there was a box inside. My eyes furrowed, and I pulled said box out; it was a thin box, seeming like one meant to hold small lines of food. Not only this but, there was a note taped onto it. I took the note off carefully, then reading it. It said,
"Dear Hajime Hinata; I am deeply in love with you and the hope that sleeps inside you."
I smiled a little to it, then opening the box itself, and from there my mouth would water. There lie Kusamochi, which is honestly my favorite food. I glanced over to Komaeda, and just then was when it clicked. Nagito made this? The note too? My face would heat red, as all the realization had dawned on me; the cloudette was planning on confessing to me like this. That was why he seemed so touchy about the basket, he wanted to keep this a surprise and reveal it once we got to the neighborhood. That was actually incredibly sweet, and it made my heart flutter and a larger smile to grow to my face. I placed the box and note onto my lap, then tapping the white haired male's shoulder. "Hey, Komaeda," I hummed, wanting to catch his attention. He glanced over to me, seeming surprised to notice my smile. I chuckled, picking up the box again and holding it up, "So what's this about?" His cheeks burned light pink, a nervous smile twisting on his face as well. "Um.. Did you read the note already?" He questioned, chuckling a bit. I quickly nodded, holding that up as well. "Mhm. This is from you, right?" I asked, although I was quite sure the answer to that was a definite 'yes'. The albino slowly nodded his head, "Yes, that's from me.. That's why I wanted to have this picnic with you today, I wanted to have some way of confessing to you and I thought that doing it where we met would be special, and attaching a note of my confession to your favorite food would give it even more meaning, at least that was what was going through my head," he explained, sighing afterwards, "but now, I suppose that my luck has ruined that and made it way less special than I had planned it to be."
I instantly shook my head, still smiling, "Oh, come on; I still really like it, just as much as I would have if the plan went as you wanted it to." I tried to quickly come up with some way to tell him that I accept his feelings in a no-awkward way, but it was just as hard for the author as it was for me, what a shame. Instead of wasting my time trying to come up with something to say, I just said it outright, probably sounding pretty awkward or out of place, although that didn't matter.
"Well, um.. I'll be honest, I accept your feelings," as I admit to that, my cheeks boiled to a darker red, and so would the other male's. "Sorry if I worded that weird," I chuckled, "I'm just not sure of how else to say that without sounding stupid; not that my feelings for you are stupid, I just didn't want to sound, uh... Cliche. Blame the author for this, honestly." Nagito laughed softly, "It's alright, you don't sound weird at all. I'm just really shocked, I was expecting to be turned down. Even if Iruma kept trying to convince me with 'blushing during work when I mentioned'," he smiled. I bit my lip, "She told you about that?!" I looked away, embarrassed; why can't Miu just keep her mouth shut sometimes..
While thinking this, I suddenly felt two soft hands grab my face and pull me back to where I used to be facing, said direction being in front of Komaeda, and within a blink of an eye I felt a pair of equally soft lips placed onto my own. They were indeed, none other than the white haired male's.
'This definitely isn't an overused fan-fiction cliche..'
Despite the thought, I still allowed myself to kiss the other back, as I had nothing against the idea and in all honesty I enjoyed it. After what felt like an everlasting forever, he pulled away, smiling, then looking over to where the help team was. "They're coming to us next, let's save up the food and we can eat it once we're out, okay?" He hummed, holding onto my hand in a soft manner. I quickly nodded, placing the Kusamochi box back into the basket, along with the note. Although, I was going to keep that later, and I would be sure to keep it somewhere safe, where I wouldn't lose it.
As expected, the help team finally came over to us, and we were given quick treatments and then brought out of the bus, to sit on the nearest sidewalk. We were promised our money back from the ride, and we'd be getting a free ride to wherever we wanted to go. Honestly, it was quite generous. While Komaeda and I waited for our bus, we would eat some of the food he had packed, me especially chugging down an entire bottle of orange juice in thirty seconds. In the middle of all this, the albino beside me suddenly asked a very strange question. He looked over to me, curiosity laced in his expression.
"Hey, Hajime, if you don't mind me asking.. do you remember the name of the project you were almost brought into? It's alright if not, I'm just really curious." The question caught me off guard, although I was quick to answer. "I believe it was called, 'The Kamukura Project'. Why?" Why was this suddenly brought up though? I couldn't even begin to guess, it was just so random and out of nowhere. Almost like that accident. Komaeda sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know, it's just a random thought." All I did to respond was simply hum, 'huh', and I continued to eat.
'As much as he may not want it to, that question is not going to be put off my mind.'