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I trust you. [But he can't ever forget that the happiest times in his life are immediately followed by tragedy. The blood running over his proverbial hands is so much it has stained his skin. It's only recently he's thought it is okay to live and to oppose his luck's attempts to rule his life.

His fingers curl in Hinata's sleeve as he shuts his eyes.] I want to believe in this fantasy-like future we're both envisioning. I want to fight for it beside you.

Mmm, [Maybe, there would even come a time when they could lay down all their burdens. It sounds like heaven. He pulls back, away from him and picks up his tea.]

Look at me. I've become such a sap. [His lips curve into a small smile as he whispers, playfully.] It's all your fault. You're not just good-looking, you're a drug I can't stop taking.

I do, too.

[ It's been so long since he's had those problems of distrust that it almost seems like ages ago. They've done so many horrible things, but now they can finally fix them. ]

And of course. We'll fight for it alongside everyone we've met here. Both from our world... and those who aren't, too. I want to create a future where those that deserve it can have what they want. Whether it is to stay here or go back home to their worlds. Or visit someone else's world, too.

[ Hinata plans on figuring out a way to do that. It might be hard, but he believes that with help, he can make it happen. ]

And you're not-- Actually, no you definitely are. But if I am that drug, does that mean we're going to do it today?

[Komaeda chokes. He sets his cup down hard and doubles over coughing. Normally, the subject of intimacy comes up to make sure they feel like going further. Not out of the blue. He rubs his face and glares at Hinata.] I have stroked your ego too much. You're getting really,

[He coughs, and looks away. The air is warm a tell tale give away anytime his teasing backfires.] N-not here anyway. At home if I were to say yes.

[An involuntary shiver runs down his back. Hinata is getting really bold.] Getting back to what we were talking about before. Thank you. For everything.

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... Then it's settled that we'll do it at home, then. [ HINATA ]

But yeah. You're welcome. Nagito. And thanks... for everything as well.

[He's smart enough to immediately set his cup right back down before it reaches his lips. Embarrassed, he opens his mouth and closes it without a word. The walk home is going to be interesting.

He tries again. It's rare he hits the side of his issues with intimacy. Sometimes like this, he brushes across it. But it gets easier with each passing day. He reaches for Hinata's hand and holds it tight.] Alright, when we get home. ...I'm overjoyed to share my life with you like this. I know it's forward but considering how bold you were just now.

Hajime. [He leans in, breathing out words in an almost whisper before he kisses him.] All of me belongs to you.

[It had been a fairly good day. They'd spent it together, having breakfast in and out at the markets for their usual stocking up on groceries and lunch.

Evening has descended on the city and if he leans a little out the window, he could hear the hustle and bustle of the night time. Komaeda turns, catching Hinata's hands as he draws him towards his work room.]

It's this way. I've been working for months on it...

[He pushes open the door, thrusting it wide. The light from the hallway falls across a oak-wood sword stand, brushing across the metal threads that form an elaborate woven web like guard to protect a hand that would close around the plain hilt. Komaeda steps into the room, lighting the overhead lantern and the light illuminates the curved blade of the scimitar. He places his hand on the blade and straightens under his touch, glowing the same color as Hinata's red eye.

He steps away, the blade returning to a plain curved blade.]

...Every time you're far from me, I wanted you to have a reminder I'm always with you. It's hard for me to believe in forevers but, I'll try for you and this will make me breathe easier when we're apart.

[He takes it from the stand, breathing slowly as he offers it, hilt first.]

It will reshape to suit you. I do better with narrow blades, so it takes that shape for me. If I were to wield it, it would become a knife for me. [The weapon thrums in his fingers, full of the faith, love, and determination he'd been working into the metal since he sat in on the forging of the blade.]

...I haven't made many weapons. I'm learning new things every time I add dunamis spells to enchant them. If it starts to have any trouble, let me know. I didn't give this weapon a name, because I thought you might like that honor.

I see. I guess you can say it's perfect for me, since I have the ability to use a variety of weapons.

[ Of course, when he takes it, it seems to transform into a rapier and he can't help but practice with it, hitting the air before putting it down. ]

It works fine so far, and it isn't heavy. You did a good job, Nagito, so don't worry about it too much. Even if it does have trouble, I should be able to fix it on my own. Although I feel like you might yell at me for not telling you. As for the name... I'm going to name it Izuru. Not just because so I won't forget what I did as Kamukura, or the fact that it flashes red like his eyes, but also because this sword is a unique existence, just like him. [ Correction- ] Just like me.

Well, I could have made fun of you and called it Nagitou but then you'd get embarrassed at how stupid that pun is. [ BAN HINATA HAJIME FROM PUNS ] And I definitely can't name a weapon after her. So thank you, Nagito. I also got something for you. I worked hard on it, too.

[ And as he says that, he sifts through his backpack before grabbing a small box, handing it over to him -- it's clear what the object in question is, too. ]

It's not much, but... I want you to have it. As a testament, I guess. It's a little embarrassing and cliche, but I put everything I had into making it. If you want to take it as an engagement ring, you can. [ NOT THAT IT IS. Of course, the ring's design is rather unique and what he'll find if he looks under it, he'll find that Hinata engraved Komaeda's name - in Japanese - underneath. ] You shouldn't have any problems wearing it, but if you do, let me know and I'll adjust it later. I might need to adjust it when we get back home, anyway.

[At first it feels like some dream he had long, long ago about being loved enough someone would stay with him. Komaeda blinks, eyes locked on the ring. It's a creepy thing but follows the themes tied to him. His vision blurs and he shuts his eyes. Oddly, he's reminded of that incredible stew of Hanamura's had once. The sense of warmth and home, and Hope colliding in his chest. He wipes at his eyes and holds up his hands.]

Sorry, sorry, I'm not upset! It's a lot to take in and I, I feel a bit like i found the hope I was seeking all this time.

[Maybe his luck isn't that bad. He can hope for that right? Slowly he takes the ring and turns it over, wiping at his eyes a second time. It slides on rather easily, made to fit him perfectly. He stares for a moment at it before looking to Hinata with a shaky tone in his voice. This is overwhelming. It's too much and some part of him wants to run.]

When you suggest an idea like that, how could I take it any other way? So, yes, Hajime I'll be yours, always. [He rubs at his eyes again as he adds, a touch playful.] That means you better tell me if Izuru has any trouble.

I'll accept that name but not Nagitou. That's just embarrassing! You're terrible at puns.

I know you're not. You should already know that I can tell.

[ Because he's Kamukura, in the end, so it's not all that difficult for him to tell what emotions that he's displaying. But then again, he's not hiding it in the slightest bit. ]

It's kind of embarrassing to hear you say that, Nagito. But if I said that Izuru has trouble right now... you'd help him out, right? [ And he leans in close and presses lips into Komaeda's neck before he decides to make it so that he is Izuru, long locks of black hair sweeping to the floor. ] And I'm not bad at puns, Nagito. If you want to say that, maybe you should do me one better.

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I don't know. We have dinner out in two hours. ...what sort of trouble are we talking about? [He wraps his arms around Hinata's neck and presses close, his voice a low whisper. They really shouldn't. He tends to lose all track of time when they get like this. But the mood is already there, brought up by their usual banter.]

Of course, I'll need to get a look at it...

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Well, do you honestly think I could go out like this, Nagito?

[ He can, honestly, and he's messing with Komaeda by doing this. ] But you'll have to check lower to get a look at it.

[His eyebrows come down as he lets go, stepping past him.] And your crude hint killed the mood. You had a chance to go "I think we need less lighting, you'll see the problem then." Or something sexy.

But no. [The mood is alive and well, but he won't admit that.] You could go out like that but people won't recognize you.
Most people.

Hajime Hinata,

I don't know what Secret Santa is as we don't even have Christmas in Remnant, but I didn't want to miss out on this world's festivities.

Happy Holidays.

Cheers,
Weiss Schnee

[ along with the letter is a signpen, with "hinata hajime" engraved by the pin, as well as a leather notebook that can be sealed with a zipper. the pages aren't lined, so he can doodle on them if he wants. but each leaf of the notebook has a snowflake decoration in the middle. ]

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[ a small package arrives at hinata's doorstep. the box contains some magatah'mans: buns shaped like matagamas which contain various flavours of jam. attached is a letter, which reads: ]

Dearest Arrow Head,

I am truly honoured to be your friend. While in Khura'in, Christmas is not a tradition we celebrate, I still wished to give something to my esteemed friends. I do hope we will be able to become closer in the future.

Truly yours,
Rayfa Padma Khura'in

You should know already that I'm no good at that, Komaeda... but I know that most people wouldn't recognize me like that.

[He laughs, walking into the living room and flicks his fingers, turning off the lights.] It's true you're terrible at it.

I like it better when you're just you, anyway. [He smiles in the dark, beckoning Hinata to him.]

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... Now you're just being rude.

[ He didn't ask for him to agree at all! And yet he did. Nevertheless, he shrugs his shoulders, makes his appearance go back to the way it normally would be and steps closer to Komaeda, not even bothering to say anything more as he snatches a kiss from him, right on the lips. ]

Going to punish me for it?

[His thoughts are amused, and eager. He grabs for Hinata's shoulder, winding his arm up and around to hold them both in the kiss. This morning he'd been the lead and right now he feels more than comfortable to battle with Hinata for being the dominant party.

He wants to fight and whether he wins or not, it will be fun either way.]

Unless you have other ideas...

That depends, [ Hinata comments, mirroring the amusement in his voice as he rests a hand on his cheek, fingers winding through Komaeda's hair, tugging at it slightly. ] are you going to be good or not?

[Hinata will receive a package containing various peculiar looking berries, though he might recognize one or two of them based on what Cilan showed him with a mental image during that mission exploring one of Daimonia's lands, including the Figy berries he spoke of before.

There are notes indicating which berry is which and what kind of flavor each one has. There's also a few ideas regarding what they can be used as ingredients for, but otherwise Hinata is free to experiment and do whatever he likes with them.

Though, the note does say that if you do use them, we would love to hear of the results, good or bad. Until then, Merry Christmas!]

[He slides his fingers into Hinata's hair and tugs lightly as a wicked grin dawns on his face.] Not even a little bit.

Um. [There's so much anxiety in one sound that there's only one topic this could be. The wedding. He breathes before launching into it.]

I did like I said...I contacted Usagi-san. [He would like to go lay the hell down and cram the pillow over his head. Or tug at his hair. Or something.]

She actually made me feel better about this. N-not that you haven't! I just needed someone outside this that...

Anyway I made an appoint for us, next week. Noon.

It's fine, Nagito. And I'll be there. Do you know where it's at?

I do. [There's enough embarrassment to sink a battleship flowing through the link. His frazzled nerves about the whole big day hasn't settled. It's just toned down to a dulled panicked scream in the back of his head.]

...thank you for being so patient with me. I really appreciate that. I know you hate it when I promise to be better at something for your sake but...

[His insecurities are having a massive field day like they always do when it comes to this topic. They'd be throwing a party if he let them.]

I want to be better about it. This is important to me.

[ Even though Hinata knows everything now, with or without the emotional connection, he decides to take it with ease, knowing full well what he's going through. }

It's okay. I know how important it is, and... honestly, all I want is for you to be happy. I'll wait for as long as it takes.

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