(I promise I'll work on these more just wait for my mood to balance out more. And I wrote this on the fly so yes it sucks, probably)

Komaeda hesitantly glanced around his room as Hinata stepped in behind him. "I see you moved some stuff" Hinata noted, dropping his backpack on the ground next to the door. Komaeda chuckled, nodding as he turned on the radio that patiently waited for him on the screen of his computer. "Yeah, I did this before dad died, actually, I think it was a little after you came over last year" Hinata nodded, sitting down on his large bed. He had learned the year prior why he needed such a large one, considering he only slept one of two ways; viciously and restlessly or stone solid and cramped. The year before he had been quite literally kicked out of bed, though he had barely been sleepy at all at that point.

The room as a whole hadn't changed. There was still plushies in his bed and posters and merchandise strewn about the walls. Even though it had been a year since he had last slept in the room, he still retained memories of it almost perfectly. All that changed were a few new things hung on what was left of the wall space. He turned to large portion dedicated to many drawings that were in different stages. Three were the early concept arts of the two, if they were in a game Nanami had recently gotten them both into. A smile spreads across his face as he saw himself in very sassy and angry poses. "Do I really look that pretty to you?" He spoke up, tilting his head to look at Komaeda. He froze as he was shoving things in his closet and smiled sheepishly. "No, i think you're hideous" he replied, clearly flustered by what he planned on actually saying. Hinata rolled his eyes "if you consider that hideous than I'd hate to see what you consider beautiful". He saw a grin stretch across his lovers face as he stood up. He leaned in his doorway "well, I have a mirror if you want to see what I find beautiful" Hinata grabbed a nearby plushy and threw it at his face "shut up dork". Komaeda only giggled "my house, my rules" "okay, dad" Komaeda raised his brows with a smug grin at this "alright, mom". He chided. Hinata shook his head and pulled the other onto the bed, making the springs creak.

Komaeda giggled as Hinata ruffled his hair playfully. "You're lucky you're so adorable" "only to you babe" Hinata huffed "don't be an ass on our anniversary" Komaeda motioned that his lips were sealed. He held up his hands in submission "I'll be quiet, but only if you agree to something" "what?" "Come for a walk with me" Hinata remembered their short talk from last year about how Komaeda enjoyed to walk to the nearby parks to take in the scenery he missed when they were in class. He often caught him staring out the windows before he ever confessed how he felt, deep in thought and hand still holding his pencil but hand flat on the paper. Hinata frowned at him "but it's like, eighty degrees outside" "we don't have to" Hinata shook his head and stood, leaving Komaeda on the bed. "No, if you're asking then you probably planned something. Let's just go" Komaeda beamed and put on his keychain. The key clacked into the small skull at the bottom with every step he made on his way out the door. Hinata grabbed both of their phones and followed him out of house. He pat Komaeda's dog on the head before going out in front of him so he could lock the door behind them

"And I don't know why" Komaeda paused as he felt a hand slip into his own. He smiled sheepishly at Hinata, who looked as though nothing had happened. He gripped the hand tightly as he continued "W-why I even let them over if i know they're going to destroy my room" Hinata let our a amused breath. A comfortable silence fell over them as they crossed the street quickly and walked up the shaded path. "Komaeda" Komaeda looked to him, adjusting their hands. "Yesh?" Hinata looked to him with a caring smile "you're hands are really sweaty"

Komaeda looked to Hinata with wide eyes as he noted the devilish grin on his face. His eyes glanced down to Hinata's hands, where he found his phone in his grip. "Komaeda" "you saw it didn't-" "why is there a picture of me as your phone background?" Hinata laughed as Komaeda sputtered shyly. "Well you..I-" "and is that a drawing of-" "no!" Komaeda's hand shot up to cover the drawing above his bed that Hinata was looking to. "Ko, do you have a drawing of me above your bed and me as your home screen?" "Nooo..." Hinata raised a brow. "Look, the summers the only time I can be a cheesy boyfriend and not worry about the others poking fun. I guess I just, really missed you more than I thought..." Komaeda looked to his feet as he admitted to his loving and slightly obsessive behaviors. He squeaked as his chest was pulled to Hinata. "Babe, that's so cute" Komaeda squealed quietly as Hinata nuzzled his chest. Even though it was their one year anniversary, he still couldn't handle the cute things Hinata did. He really didn't think he'd ever lose his ability to become flustered from the simplest exchanges. "Why didn't you tell me you missed me?" Hinata looked up into his eyes sadly. "Well I... I didn't know what was going on with you so I was worried I'd come off as annoying if i pestered you with "I miss you baby"s. Plus, after I saw how you were feeling depressed I thought it was best to give you space" Komaeda explained pitifully, looking to the box of books next to his bed the whole time. His breath was caught in his throat as he was pulled down into a kiss. He slowly closed his eyes as he tried to ignore the growing heat in his cheeks. He slowly opened his eyes when Hinata chuckled after pulling away. "What?" "You just looked really happy about that kiss" Komaeda offered another one of his signature "shut up, you're making me blush" smiles. "Don't be worried to tell me if you miss me or love me. I love to hear that. And I know it would brighten up my day any day of the week. Sometimes you're such a dork" Komaeda smiled as he brought them nose to nose again "only because you make me act like that" he brought their lips together once again, running his hands through the messy brown locks