Komaeda barbed tail flicks back and forth, threatening the hem of the oversized shirt from riding up. As his laptop continues to ping, his movements slow, but never stop. Technically, he hasn't told Hinata about this, exactly. But Hinata is aware of his feelings for Atem.
Either way—]
Isn't something like this more fun, though? If I'm going to get you to finally pay attention to me, I might as well be the only thing you can think about, hm...?
[It doesn't answer the question exactly, at least not yet, but Komaeda abandons the laptop to turn and face that glowing symbol on his wall. Again, his claws tease at the edge of the shirt and ride it up just enough to expose the crease of flesh where thigh meets hip—giving the illusion of nothing else worn... maybe.]
Do you think I would do something like this if Hinata-kun didn't know about my feelings for you?
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Komaeda barbed tail flicks back and forth, threatening the hem of the oversized shirt from riding up. As his laptop continues to ping, his movements slow, but never stop. Technically, he hasn't told Hinata about this, exactly. But Hinata is aware of his feelings for Atem.
Either way—]
Isn't something like this more fun, though? If I'm going to get you to finally pay attention to me, I might as well be the only thing you can think about, hm...?
[It doesn't answer the question exactly, at least not yet, but Komaeda abandons the laptop to turn and face that glowing symbol on his wall. Again, his claws tease at the edge of the shirt and ride it up just enough to expose the crease of flesh where thigh meets hip—giving the illusion of nothing else worn... maybe.]
Do you think I would do something like this if Hinata-kun didn't know about my feelings for you?