Kiss in a Dream - Kamukoma

                                    

                                          
It says Kamukoma, but also Hinata is sort of there, too! Enjoy! Also this one is a bit strange formatting wise, so let me know if it comes up unreadable for you or something and I'll do my best to change it!


                          
The man I carded his my hands through the strands of white, admiring how Komaeda leaned into the gentle caresses. He pressed his back into the man's my chest, looking up at him me with adoration in his light green eyes.


                          
"K̶̢͔̭̱̖͈̯͉̦̜̻̗̽̂ͅa̸̡̪̪̱͓̿̋͊̏̐͒̓̀͛̄̕͘͘͝m̴̛̬͍̰̟͎͚̼͓͍̠̺̓̋̐̄̑̐͛̈́̑̕͘͜u̷͎̅̂̈́̅̄̈́͂̓k̵̡̧̧̝̟̖̞͚̳̖̬̦̗̫͔̑͊̀͌̅̇͝u̵̡͖̥̱͎̺̓̃̐̐͑̇̉͘̚̕r̶̨̦̭͈̘̼͖͚̺̓̒́̈́̓̒̈́̚͜a̷̬͕̲̮͎̞̬͇̞̺̋̇̚," he whispered, a smile on his lips.


                          
(That... isn't my name... right?)
                          
He I hummed in return, "What is it Komaeda?"
                          
(My voice sounds strange...what is-)
                          
"Thanks for staying with me today. I know this is probably excruciating for you, so terribly boring to spend your time with a piece of lowly disgusting trash like me, but I really do appreciate it."
                          
He I He rolled my his eyes at the lucky student, replying in a distinctly monotone voice, "I would not be here if I was bored. But I will leave if you continue with your self-deprecation. It's predictable and boring, and I do not care for it."
                          
(Who is this? This isn't... me... is it?)
                          
(Who... am I?)
                          
Nagito let out a light laugh and nuzzled his head into my his shirt, "You really are much too kind, K̶̢͔̭̱̖͈̯͉̦̜̻̗̽̂a̸̡̪̪̱͓̿̋͊̏̐͒̓̀͛̄̕͘͘͝m̴̛̬͍̰̟͎͚̼͓͍̠̺̓̋̐̄̑̐͛̈́̑̕͘͜u̷͎̅̂̈́̅̄̈́͂̓k̵̡̧̧̝̟̖̞͚̳̖̬̦̗̫͔̑͊̀͌̅̇͝u̵̡͖̥̱͎̺̓̃̐̐͑̇̉͘̚̕r̶̨̦̭͈̘̼͖͚̺̓̒́̈́̓̒̈́̚͜a̷̬͕̲̮͎̞̬͇̞̺̋̇̚."


                          
"I am not being kind, I am simply stating the facts of the situation. You interest me, others do not. It is only logical that I wish to spend time with you."
                          
Nagito beamed at that, grinning ear to ear at my his comments.
                          
(I wish he would smile that way at me.)
                          
I felt my his breath hitch at the sound.


                          
H̸͙͓͈̦̟̞̰͍͙͈͓͎͕͊̽͂͆̇̾̂̈́̚͘͝ȩ̶̨͚͍͖̩̬̣͕͗̍͂̊͠ͅ ̷̨̡̛̝̫̤̥̜̠̻̰͙̦̤͖̘̃̔̓̍̏͊͝i̴̻̎͆͗̈́̃̌͑̓̿̃̕̕͝s̶̢͛ ̶̥̮̻̙̻̲̰̳̩̹̠͙̀͒̃b̸̫̫̦̳̯͙͓͖̪̓͊̃̿̐̅͘͜͠ḙ̴̳̱̥̍ḁ̵͈̳̲̍̈̑͝ų̷̢̘͇͙̰̤̥̪̬̮̗̈́̓̉̓̏̓͐̓̈́͘͝͝͝ẗ̵̨̧̛̪̥̰͍̣̪̥́̓̽͆̾́ͅi̵͚͚̦̱͒̍f̷̡̦̬̼̯̻̎͑̿̏͛̉̍͊̊̕͜͝u̴̢̢̲̒̾͂̿̇̆l̷̡̥̜̜͇͓͚̠̺̣̯̯̜̅̒͐̅̿̒̔̑̋̍̾̚͜͠͠.̵̲͈̠̘̤̞͔͈͔͉̮͔͙̙͊̓̍͐͒̾̕ ̴̱̈́̉͝W̸̛̺͕͎͍̟̤̙͙̍͊̓̈́̈́̍̈́̃͑͘͠h̸͚̖͉͙̋̔͆͆̈̓̒͛͑y̸̫͆̽̿͒̂̿͑̌͛̄̍̑̆ ̷̨̢̛͔̩̝̳̘̣͉͓̄̓̀̌̄͌͝ͅḑ̸̰̰̦̯͎̩̺̤̳̠̬̙̽̏̽͐͝ŏ̸̳͍͔ ̴̢̧̣͎̺͖̭͉̗̃̇́͘Į̷̻̫͔̰͖̹̳̞̗̩͕̦̯̺̅́̂̈͝͝ ̵̤̪̾̎́͊̋̂̎͂͌͋͋͜͝f̴̱͐̎̎ḙ̷̢͇̺͎͎̿̈́̏̀͋͐̽̆͋̕͝e̶̡͈̖̟̻̺̱̟̞̅̿́̊͂͐l̶̬̗̤͓̮̼̆͋́̃ ̴̖̰̳͔̘̼͖͙̤̦̻͖́̔̎̿͒̅̾̚͝͠͠t̵̨̻̼̝̽̑̐̐̐͛͋̍̆͘̕̕͘͝ͅh̸̨̝̙̼̘͓̫̋̿̉͑͝ͅi̸̳̣͇͇̲͍͉͔͎̜̝̺̺̊̅̅̈̉̌̃̎͗̾̕͘̚s̵̡̧͕͕͎͉̻̯̱̣̰̟̜̅́̀̕ ̵̨̙̪̩̬͐w̴̩̟̋͌̑͝ȃ̶͓̯͔͍͖̼͜y̷̨͚̜̦͙̐̂̎̈̈́̏ͅ?̵̛̰͐̊̑̑́̿̽͑̅͆̆̈̚


                          
What is he- what is happening?


                          
Ţ̷̡̦̪̦̬̺̺̟͎̣̩̱̆̒̆̇h̸̻͙̣̮̼̓̄̍͗̓̇͝e̶͓̻̹̝̪̩͑̏̈́̆ͅš̴̛̭͊͗̐̄̓̅̇̒̏ė̷͍͚̯͕̬̜̺̥̙̩̹̝̹͇̰̾͒͑ ̵̨̩͔͉̺̩̪̝̣̰̱̖̌̿̿̂̐̑͛̔͘̕f̶͉͚̠͓̩̮̓̑e̴͍͘͝ę̷̢̩͖͇͖̭͔͚̔͐̚ĺ̸͎̥̜͇̜̳̈́̿̔̒̂͂i̶̛̙̖̦̼̭̹͔͈̲̤̺̼̊̆̀̕̕͜͝͠n̸̛͓͚͈͋̃̽̈̓̉͗͋͗̓̂̈̚͜͝ģ̸̥̗̻̦̳̮̙̩̯̩̔̊̐͌̑̎͌̃͛̕͝s̸̪̭̤͇͕͍͇͉͇̮̗͎͈̍͒̾̌̑͘ͅ ̷̛̜̣̍̌͒͊̈́̏̍̐ͅŵ̶̨̧͍̬̝͚̹̣̱͋͗͠e̵͍͙͉͆̄̽̈́͊̅̆̓̍̄̉͠r̷̖̤̰̻̙̺̱̭̳͎͖̪̥̜̜͂̀ḙ̶̢̤̪̤̜̘͕̭̲̔̍̓̒̓͂̑̀̎͑̄͜ͅ ̶̧̹̩̝͕̮͍͇̟̘̯͈̣̅̒̈͝s̴͇̙̐͊̽͆́̋́̉̽̈̌͝͝͝ú̸̙̼͍͈̠̪̳̥̪͓͔̩̩̙̇͐̆̂̎̍̇̃͒͒͗͠͠p̸̢̡̥̙̲̘͙͋̆̈́͊̂̆̈́̿̿̀̏̏̄ͅp̵͖̣̌̿̔o̵͇̓s̴̤̔̂͐̒̕e̴̹̬̖̝̐͗̃̌̄̓͐̎̃̃ͅḑ̴̨̨̖̠͕̦͙͎̜͆̐̋̎̓̌͗̑̚ͅ ̵͚̩̐͗̑̅̊̒̿̈̎̓̋͑͘͝͠ţ̸̺̺̯̝̺̫͔̞͍͙̗̹̤̓̉̾̄͂̒͐̀̕͘͜͝͝o̷̡̮̗̠̙̫͉̭̞͈̖̺̬̒́̋ ̷̡̢̧̞̺͓̗̰̪͉̭̮̝̃̊̿̈́̏̍̀̔̊̀͘͘ͅb̴̧̨̪̣̞̲̥̳̻̰͙̄̑̓͌̿̔͂ĕ̸̢̢͚͚̦͍̟̲̩͍̦̺̙̇̅̔ ̴͔̖͎̭͉̺̭̰̏̉̋͐̈́͗̑̅̒̈́̕̚e̴̪̒̅̅̐͑x̷̡̦͎̳͇͈̠̲͙̖͓͓̪̺̃̿̀̍͝t̶̜̟͂̈́͆͗͒͆̊̅͛̇̅͑̚͝r̴̨̰̘̯͖̟̙̠̽̋̅̇̊͊͑̐̊̆̽̍͛͝͝a̴̡̞̘̞̼͕͖̫̼͖̐͑ͅç̷̧̜̜͍͖͚̝̗͇̣̲̼̱̐̽̽͐͋͛͂͋͝͝t̸͚̦̠͈̟̮̥̺͔͓̜̗̱̎̊͒̉̾́̃̒͋̋̄̿͗͠e̷̢͓͖̪͕͓̰̗̪̍̅̓͌͝d̵͙͓̗̞͙̺̬̊͒͂.̸̹̤̹̝̯̙̥̙͕͉͔̖̑̇͝ ̴̻͎̩̋̈́̌̒͛̽͝ͅT̸̰̲͙͓͊̆̀͠a̵͔̖͈͔̬̞̜͍͊̒̃̅͠k̵̡͈͍̓̌̀͒̚ę̵͇̫͙̳̩͍̱̺̼̩͙͕̃͐͌̊͂͂̿͒̔͜͝ͅn̶̝̥̻̲̱͓̔̎͝ ̵̲̊̈́̊̈͗̉͌̿̍̄̔͠ḁ̴̻̥͔̮̬͗̔̓̆͋͗̐͝ľ̶̬̤̳͖͍͗͒̆̉̃ͅo̶̺̗̙͎̊̔͒̈́̚͜͠n̴̡̢̛̘̲͎͎̗͔̼̦̩̘̩̥̪̓̈́̈́̓̌̕̕g̶̡̧̦̞͔͉̮̘̠̱̭̾̒̿̉͑̽̽̓̈́̂̔̾́͌͘͜ ̴̧͕̗͎͓̲̰̖͛ẘ̵̡͔̭̤̟͙̙̮̳̍̔̔̈́̽͗́̎̌̉̚͠i̵̪͈̩̞͎͇͖͈̠̣͋̈̿́͒́͝ͅt̶̻̝̲̰̭͔̪̖̹͚͔̤͔͙̙̾̓̆͑̉̈͛̾̾h̵͉͓̯̓̏̎̉͊͊͒̿͜ ̶̪͇͎̌͑̀̈́̓̏ț̶̡̡̳̮̦̰̯̬̗͈̙͗͜ͅh̴̨͙̗̒̓͜ḙ̵̳̍̉͊̿̑̒̌͋ ̸̢̮̣̝͖̝̲̘͋̃̂̒͆̇̀͋̋̕͠͠͠ȩ̴̛̝͇̣͈̩͔̞̥̌̂̈̈̈́͗̃̈́͋͗̒̋͝s̶̝̤̹̀͊̓̍̓̽͜s̸̢̧̰͓̰̣̟̘͚̱̽̍̌̑̐͆͆͗̅̄̈́̌̎̚ẹ̵͆̈́n̵̢̲͙̠̐̈̀͗̃͂͂͋͌̀̎ç̴͍̖̖͉̞̥̰̿̓̽̐̋͗͗̓̎̚͝e̸̱̪̗̤̙͓̹̣̲̳̗̥̭̙̾̏̍͆̊̚̚̕͝͝ ̵̭̥͇͔̹͔̩̙̰̻̩̒̊̔ͅo̴͉̗̣̥̹̖̭̝̮͈̘̊̌̈́̍̇̐̇͑̊̓͑͂͠f̸̧͖̜̠͇̦̻̝̰̩̽̿̒͑͌̿͋̔̌͋̕̚͠ ̸̨̛͓̫͕͎͙͉̮͈̯͙͙̾̈́͗̔̇̌̾̑̓̍͂ͅH̵̢̱͉̦̦̥͗̓͒̆͠ḯ̷̡̱̟̬̩̲͕̰̞͜͝ñ̴̛̛̬̓́̏̒̌́á̴̢̡̬͚̻̬̋̂̄̓̎̈́̑́̉͆͒͠͝ţ̷̨͙̭̲̦̬͇͎͊̋̓̐͌̓͛̂̔ả̸̭̯̞͓̹͓̘̆̋̅͌̈́̓̓̎͜͝.̶̩̳̲̝̼̥̗̈́̄̀̓͛͐̍́̑͛̈́̊̎͘̚


                          
WHAT?! I was taken?
                          
I He I I'm still here damn it! leaned in, pressing my his lips to Komaeda's own. The lucky student looked surprised for a moment, but then began furiously kissing back, turning and draping his arms around my his neck.
                          
The man placed his hands on Nagito's hips, holding him in place while he kissed him with reckless abandon.
                          
(Let me out. Please. Why can't I be there with you?)
                          
Nagito sighed into the kiss, allowing the man to slip his tongue into the lucky student's mouth.


                          
(You never looked at me this way. Why him? Komaeda, I'm sorry I'm just a ṙ̷̟̮͓͉̼̟͍̦̱̞̰̲̆͂̒̿̆͠ͅe̶͓͙̠̯̐̈́͐̓̄͒͘ş̴͕͇͈͇͔͚̤̳̤̔͗̒̋͛͘ͅe̴̞̻̘͖̱̘͐͑͂̌̀͌̅̒̐̀͘̕̕̚r̸̙͕̮͍͚̣̰̹̞̳̺͓͒̑̒̉̿́͊̃̈́̋̕͠v̵̩̤̖̦̽͊̊͜͠e̶̡͕̰̠͍̰͑͊̊-)


                          
Ļ̴͔͍̯̭̲̬̳̬͕̪̈́͊͂̄̇͛͑̇͐́̕e̶̡̥̜̠̪̩͈̊̓̌̈̿̍̑̊̑̇̽̊͂͆͝ả̸̬̝̹̒̕v̵͖̐̉̈͘ẹ̵͉̪͕̩͉̟̠̙̍̏̅ ̴̣̥̳̩͉̆́̑͆ͅu̸̟͚̳̖̱̎̔̿̌͒͊̊̑s̵̡̻̤̣̲̣̺̞͓̩͛͛̂͛̚ ̴͍̓̽̓͛͌̑̐̿̑͐̏͝ą̶̺̊̂̅̇͋l̵̢̫̘̳̾̑̑͒͒͆̍͗̄̊̓͘o̷̦̱͉̣͉͙̠̭̝̪̘̒̍̂̂̈̍̈́͆̌͂̌̏̚ͅn̸̨̛̩̰͛̇͐̿̂̉̿̚é̴̲͕̲͓̱̱̽̐͆͋̈́̅̈̈́͋̌͊̇̇


                          
(I tried to be someone great for you. A h̷̛̞̞͉͙̮̦̅͝o̸̡̭̜̪̝͂̃͌̿̃̽̍̍̕̕̚̕p̸̱͕̘̭̝͔͗͊̇͝ẻ̷̛̯̰̩̅̾̍̇͑̒ͅ big enough to impress even you. But now I'm just h̴̢̥̗̱̣̺̆́̌͑͂̈ͅi̷͈̹̹̠͍̭͕̒̌m̷̧̙͋̉ͅ -)


                          
Ģ̴̱̺͎̣̺̬̑͂̾̓͊̌̒̚Ơ̷͔̣̣͔̮̯̻͍͒͌́̏̄̊͜͝ ̶̥̮̊̉͜Â̴̰̩̲̻̠̻̾̂́̇̈W̴̧̖̩̣̠̰̜̭̅͂̒̋͆̃̊̒Ạ̵̧̘̳̬͎͓̬̳̇͌́ͅY̴̧̫̟̼̙̣̱̿͑̓̾͌!̴̗͋̍̎̍̿̚


                          
"AH!"
                          
Hajime bolted from the bed, sweat dripping down his face.
                          
"What was that...?" He whispered, his head pounding painfully, "What a...weird dream..."
                          
He paused, bringing a finger to his lips. Along with his pounding headache, his lips still tingled lightly. And like a footprint in the sand, it faded quickly.
                          
As if it never happened.