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Sometimes an embrace from a loved one isn't enough.
Sometimes you need to feel more connected. More intimate.
But even so...
Sometimes you just need that embrace.
Hinata Hajime was no exception, he's always tended to be in the quiet side unless provoked. His entire life he wasn't bullied or harassed, it was something else, unnoticed. He was average, plain. Nobody decided to care about the fact he existed until he became special. He had his friends, but nobody was ever truly close to until he became special.
But now that he was special, he did, and didn't regret it. For certain reasons. But the only thing keeping him from being the inventor of the next time machine to go back and never see any of these dumbasses again is that he cared. Each and every one of his classmates had grown one him, especially a frail boy with creamy white hair...
Komaeda Nagito. Despite his frail figure, he stood a tad taller than Hajime. And his bitter-sweetness was something too. If one could even call it 'Bitter-sweet' as it felt more like pure impulse on the brink of insanity. At least that's what Hajime thought when he was first able to properly meet the young man.
But, at the current moment, as Nagito was nuzzled into the fabric of Hajime's sweats on a couch. They were watching hocus pocus, but Nagito wasn't really anymore. Simply listening as he lay stomach down. It was hard to tell of Nagito was comfortable as his legs were far too long to be sprawled out on a tiny couch meant for two. Yet he was still, nearly as still as a deadman as he attempted to dig himself further into Hajime's sweats.
"Nagito, are-" Hajime hesitated for a moment, "-you okay?" Hajime as he said staring down at Nagito who soon lifted his head up to stare at Hajime.
"Hajime, have you ever thought of sex?" Hajime soon spot out the non-existent black coffee that was in his mouth to soon calm himself, "Uh, yeah. No teen can live without wanting to fuck someone." He exudes his past (Or present), horny thoughts as just a side effect of teenage hormones. Nagito chuckled, but then his face went blank. "Would you ever let me make love to you?"
Hajime took this comment more calmly as he supposed a conversation like this would come up eventually in their 2 years of dating. "Maybe, I just never knew what you thought about the idea. Never you were into anal stuff." Hajime said with a more serious tone, making Nagito shudder. As Nagito had a tendency to think every serious comment meant that they were going to say something bad. Or bad in his opinion.
"I'm sorry Hajime, I should have never mentioned my dirty thoughts. I should leave now-" Nagito quickly swung his legs to the ground and got up exuding himself for the comments. "Wait Nagito-" Hajime took hold of Nagito's boney wrist. "-Nagito don't leave, I, I just don't think I'm ready for that. It's not your fault, it's just mines." Hajime confessed, Nagito looking back at Hajime, guilt filling his entire conscious.
"I'm sorry Hajime..." Is all Nagito could mutter out as he looked down instead of in Hajime's strange heterochromatic eyes. "Hey, how about we just, cuddle." Hajime held out his arms, Nagito basically falling into them as he took the liberty of cuddling Hajime with his arms and legs. Hajime smiled, and slowly caressed Nagito's back.
It was never perfect, but, they were happy.