Oh Hinata, you're so warm and tender...
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You love him. That's a fact, you know. You're trash, he's like... the sun. It's almost surprising that he treats you like you're something.

That's really... absurd and stupid of him. He's also interested in you.

"I wanna understand you, Komaeda-chan! Please, just let me in!" He yelps towards you, grasping your shoulders. I don't want you to understand. You tell him back. He can never understand you. It's impossible.

It's also okay that he'll never know about your feelings. 'Cause... he's a boy... you're a boy...  and if he ever found out, he'll never try and dig into you. Find out why you're such a garbage bag.

...maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it's a good thing he'll never know you fantasize about him under you squirming and moaning and-

Maybe you should stop thinking about a naked, warm and tender Hinata below you. Stop thinking about how Hinata-san is girlish and lankier than you. How he weirdly believes in you. He has a hope in you. That's good! 'Cause hope is amazing, fantastic, and what makes the world goes around!

It's sad, cause he believes in you. A gross, homosexual mistake of a human being, also known as Komaeda Nagito.

For the only time, you think Hinata-san is an idiot, or maybe just a Pollyanna. You aren't good. ("No, that's wrong! I'm just scum, Hinata-san. Just something you can't understand.")

You assume that, with all the reasoning not to and a big inkling to just ignore it. Example being ignoring the... idea.

You (of course because you're fucking disgusting and wrong and a gross homo) masturbate to the idea, the image of Hinata Hajime. Below you. Whimpering. Sobbing, almost. About how much he wants you inside him and that he cares and loves you.

(You know he would never say those things, because no one would say them to you. But it's your gross and naughty fantasy about a boy. So basically -- who cares?)

"I care a lot about you, Komaeda-san."

"I love you, Komaeda-san."

You feel yourself revert to something like jelly, your voice (which is already, ugly and rough) becomes hoarse. Almost like it's glass.

You had an orgasm about... could you consider Hinata-san your friend? Well, you had an orgasm about Hinata-san.

Gross. You're gross to think of him like he's a girl. Which he isn't. He'll probably hate you if he somehow found out about... this.

You feel sorry for him. And you feel sorry for yourself.