[Danwanron Hakomae] Hope synaesthesia

If the rain keeps falling, is there any reason for me to hide from the rain in your heart all the time?

Sapling, who lost his memory due to an accident, forgot Komaeda. Komaeda thought he was abandoned by his former lover, and the two met again after many years.

The setting background comes from @三道泉's short manga of Komae, I like it very much, so I continued to write the plot!

The original book belongs to Danwan, the story and flowers belong to Quan, and I am just a flower that belongs to Quan~

Ripples suddenly appeared in the stagnant water on the side of the road, blurring the figures standing opposite.

Sapling Makoto slowly raised the umbrella, and the handsome face of the young man in front of him appeared in the raised vision.

The skylight outlines his outline, his eyeballs are half hidden under the wet eyelashes, there is only a bit of misty deep blue, the man is clearly quiet and silent, but it gives him a vague feeling that the world is also dimmed .

"Hold, I'm sorry." Obviously he had never done anything before, but subconsciously blurted out words of apology. Miao Mu paused, brows slightly frowned, and then put aside the momentary doubts, and asked gently, "Excuse me, may I ask you?" Do you need help?"

Strange and polite, decent smile and kind concern are just the reactions you will have when facing any stranger you meet by chance.

"..." The other party lowered his eyes, and his figure was reflected in his pupils. He didn't answer, and just looked at him in a daze.

Surging with indescribable sadness and longing, his eyes seemed to be filled with heartache even for a bystander like him.

Seedling subconsciously tightened her fingers holding the handle of the umbrella. For some reason, a feeling of urgency surged in her heart. She leaned forward and was about to speak. shimmer.

A ferocious electric light suddenly illuminated the pitch-black sky.

Thick clouds rolled into giant beasts, and amidst the rolling thunder, the almost monstrous torrential rain made the street invisible in an instant. The raindrops were majestic, knocking on the window glass outside the store, and the water curtain separated the inside and outside. The two sides of the world.

The rain flowed down the side face to the chin, the young man's complexion was so pale that it was almost transparent, he stared at him deeply, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in his heart so seriously, then forced himself to turn his head away, and closed his mouth forcefully Eye.

"excuse me."

He couldn't take the first step of leaving with his back turned away. He turned his head, and the seedling raised the umbrella slightly, and leaned forward to cover his head. Half of his body was drenched in the rain, and he smiled and held him tightly with the other hand. wrist.

"I think you need a shelter from the rain."

Water drops dripped quietly along the young man's cold fingertips.

The shadows of the trees are whirling through the window, the sound of the wind wraps around the branches, and the sound of rain is endless.

"Komaeda-kun, I put your clothes in the washing machine, and they will be dried after washing. The clean clothes for replacement are placed outside the bathroom door. I haven't worn them, so please don't worry."

Dim yellow lights, splashing water droplets, the water from the shower trickled down the line of the back all the way to the calf and even the tiles on the floor, Komaeda Nagito opened his eyes and responded with a sound.

The looming figure behind the frosted glass door walked a few steps and turned off the water.

Why on earth would he have clothes that didn't fit his size at home?Naegi left the laundry room while thinking a little perplexed.

But luckily it came in handy at this time.he thought.It seems that it fits Komaeda-kun's figure very well, just to avoid the embarrassment of the guests not changing their clothes.

Seedling moved to the city where he worked as an adult to live alone, and the sky was dark. Even though the apartment was designed to face south, everything in his field of vision seemed to be covered with a gray veil.He searched for a long time in the kitchen and the closet where the food reserves were placed, but there was no sign of the ginger slices he needed most and the tea leaves for entertaining guests. He only found a can of unopened coffee beans and sake from his company colleagues. He hesitated for a moment. He glanced at Heitian outside the window, and then made a choice.

When warming the wine, the curling water mist quietly diffused across the field of vision, and there was a faint aroma of drunkenness in the escape.Seedling rolled up his sleeves to clean the water glass, doing things meticulously, but his thoughts drifted away uncontrollably, and the face of a white-haired youth appeared in front of his eyes.

In fact, the previous actions were somewhat unlike him.Not to say lending a helping hand to a stranger, but so easily opening one's domain to another.There is not much unfamiliarity, and it is difficult to raise even the most basic vigilance, just like an old friend who has known for many years, and even a more trustworthy object.

The life of an adult pays the most attention to the distance between people, or in other words, the distance between people.

Because of the distance, we can maintain a relatively constant and safe relationship with each other for a long time. They will not be too close to easily offend, and will not be too unfamiliar to appear indifferent.Because of the distance, we can calmly face the comings and goings of others, remain decent, become mature, and will no longer be easily hurt.

He walked into the living room with a tea tray, stepped on the soft cloth slippers and landed silently, looked up absently, and was suddenly startled.

The lamp in the room was not turned on, and the young man sitting on the side of the fabric sofa was drooping his eyes. When he lowered his eyebrows, his temperament became more clean and pure, and his eyebrows were clear and picturesque.He was staring intently at a photo frame placed on the coffee table. Transparent drops of water flowed down his slender neck to his delicate collarbone with distinct bumps, and there were several dark stains on his collar.

Although it was just a silent and fuzzy silhouette in the dark, it seemed as if he could hear the endless mournful voice in his heart.

"That photo is missing half."

"Ah."

The turned-on overhead light filled the space with white light, and Naegi stood at the switch for a while before turning around and walking in the direction of Komaeda.

The tea tray was placed on the table in front of the photo frame, and the gushing mist quickly blurred the carefree smile of the brunette boy behind the glass. The other half of the photo showed the light brown bottom of the photo frame, showing the damage and incompleteness.

"I don't remember where the other part went." Naegi sat down, mockingly said a pun that only he could understand, and shrugged, "Komaeda-kun also thinks it's not very good-looking, right? That's what everyone who visits here says."

"...Really?" Komaeda said calmly.

He curled up his slightly trembling fingers.

"You should throw it away." He said softly, "Since it's something you don't care much about if you lose part of it, there's no point in keeping it."

"I've considered it." Seedling thought about it seriously, "Throw away the remaining half of the card. I often think about it this way, but I'm still a bit reluctant, so I keep it."

The other party was silent, and after a long while, he made a joke.

"Unexpectedly, Naegi-kun is also a narcissistic person."

The narcissism he said probably refers to the fact that only half of himself is left in this photo?

"Probably so." Seedling didn't refute, rubbing his nose and smiling.

After getting acquainted with him a little bit, I realized that Komaeda Nagito is a person who can easily make people feel like a spring breeze. No matter what Naegi brings up, he can always easily pick up the topic, and the heat from the sake in his palm is ironing The slender fingers pressed against the porcelain cup, and the low and soft voice was unbelievably gentle.

In all fairness, this person must be very popular in life, Naegi's eyes fell on Qingyu's fingertips, and then raised his eyes to stare at the face of the young man in front of him.His temperament is excellent, his facial features are beautiful, not the kind of flamboyant beauty that makes others feel stinging, without any sense of sharpness, but another kind of beauty that is particularly pleasing to the eye.

The chandelier above his head cast a soft pale white glow, and the finely woven light passed through his slender eyelashes, casting a semi-curved light gray silhouette under his eyelids, his light green eyes were soft and hazy, like The morning mist floats low among the willow leaves in early spring.

Unaware that the evening was coming, Komaeda looked at the sky outside the window, stopped speaking, and stood up suddenly.

"I have to go now."

"Eh? Aren't you going to stay overnight?"

"Ah."

"but--"

"Naegi-kun, thank you." Komaeda said gently, "But, if you continue to rely on your kindness to stay brazenly, even I myself will be ashamed."

Seedling was momentarily stunned.

Komaeda looked at him, his expression softened, and he smiled.

"Thank you."

He said it again.

"I keep repeating 'thank you', is it because you are anxious to get rid of me?"

When Komaeda was standing at the entrance, Naegi's voice came from behind.

His voice was deep and deep, unable to hide a trace of hurt and loss.

"Oh, yes."

He smiled, staring down at the figure extending from the light source behind him to the front of him.

"If they stay, there will be an intersection."

"You don't want to have an intersection with me?" he asked.

"Are you willing to have an intersection with me?" He asked back.

The air was momentarily quiet.

Komaeda Nagito finally showed a self-deprecating expression when his back was facing the sapling, he closed his eyes, he could hardly believe that he let the small hope penetrate the solid heart defense during this short silence, trembling and slowly breathing in The pain in his chest made it difficult for him to even take a simple breath.

"I am willing."

The three words in his imagination came too easily, and his brain did not have time to understand them. He was at a loss like never before.

why?Don't you already want me?

The rain outside the house has not stopped, and through the thick door, I can hear the rain that is many times more intense than in the evening.The thunder light illuminated the window behind the seedlings, and the splashing raindrops formed a huge curtain, as if to completely wash away the night of the city. Blocked relentlessly on the other side, only the fragmented colorful shadows projected from afar.

One step, two steps, the soft upper stepped on the wooden floor, silently.

He opened his arms and hugged the young man's waist, but the other party stiffened suddenly, but he didn't push him away, so the seedling tightened his arms and leaned his cheek against his back.

"I can probably guess Komaeda-kun's concerns."

"When there is an intersection, it is easy to form a bond, which is equivalent to handing over the end that can affect you to another person who is very different from you. Therefore, the deeper the bond, the easier it is for others to hurt you."

After he finished speaking, he gently let go of his hand, looked up at Komaeda turned around, and looked into his beautiful but sad eyes with a smile.

"Komaeda-kun, are you afraid of pain?"

The young man seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his eyes became extremely distant in an instant. Who did he think of?He showed such a lonely expression, exactly the same expression as when Chu Jian cried silently in the rain.

"afraid."

How can you not be afraid?He has never forgotten the pain until now. When he thinks about it, his heart feels like it has been cut open. It seems that he can hear the sound of something important in his body bubbling away. The hot blood is dripping everywhere. Human beings instinctively It was the fear of getting hurt. If such a great misfortune happened again, he couldn't even imagine whether he could stand up again.

That deep gaze seemed to cast some kind of unknown spell, piercing the heart first, and then stretching out countless soft threads of love, slowly twisting and tightening, bewitching the prey to sink into the swamp willingly.

"Then, it's up to me to make the oath." Seedling raised his head, and when he smiled, his gray-green eyes glowed brightly, warm and pure like a little sun, "It doesn't matter if Komaeda-kun has reservations, Because I swear that I will never hurt you again, if Komaeda-kun can still trust you, you might as well give me a little bit of your trust."

"……it is good."

Little liar without self-awareness, you can soften your heart just by showing weakness, but in fact, you don't like me at all, right?

Komaeda raised his hand to brush away his forehead hair, the palm of his palm pressed against Tianting's full forehead, and slowly moved down to cover his eyelashes.

"Don't reject me."

He said softly, then leaned over and kissed his lips.

Lips and teeth met, Naegi put his hand on his shoulder subconsciously, and seemed to feel the force of rejection for a moment, but slowed down hesitantly after his words, Ren Komaeda wrapped his arms around his waist, The warm breath of youth accompanied by the smell of alcohol filled the perception head-on.

Oh, yes, that's right, that's it, in fact, you don't want to at all.

His movements were extremely gentle, but his heart was full of hatred throughout his life.

It's been like this from the very beginning, you just couldn't bear that I couldn't extricate myself, so you agreed to be with me, it's ridiculous that I've always been conceited and discerning people, but I planted on you completely, blinded by a short-term luck, until you left For a long time, I couldn't believe the fact that I was completely abandoned.

True happiness has never come, only misfortune is real, it is the harm you inflicted on me that forced me to wake up from the dream, the pain of betrayal is deep in the bone marrow, and I can't even close my eyes and deceive myself.

Since despair is already doomed, why do you ignite the hope in my heart again and again?

When Komaeda pushed the seedlings to the entrance, Komaeda's breath showed signs of being a little disturbed. Thunder roared outside the house, and bursts of lightning illuminated the young man's side face. He was pale and cold. The cold fingertips caressed the spine one by one, giving people the illusion of being loved.

The violent storm outside the window seemed to be raging, the black river poured down, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the wind howled. It felt like the end of the world was just like this.