[The front door bangs open and a wind howls through filled with thunderous fury and bone deep despair. A chain rattles as Komaeda follows it inside, shutting the door quietly behind him. For a moment he stands wrapped in the storm of his own making. Despair rolls from him in dragon scales that swallow the light.
He takes four steps and sags against the wall, just Komaeda Nagito again. The wind still rages venting its fury. Control is beyond him. He's too tired. His coat has burn holes at the bottom. He slides all the way down with a sigh. In a minute he'd seek Hinata out if he didn't approach himself.
When he isn't still furious with events and himself for how things turned out.]
June 2nd, early morning - action dr2-dr3 spoilers
He takes four steps and sags against the wall, just Komaeda Nagito again. The wind still rages venting its fury. Control is beyond him. He's too tired. His coat has burn holes at the bottom. He slides all the way down with a sigh. In a minute he'd seek Hinata out if he didn't approach himself.
When he isn't still furious with events and himself for how things turned out.]