“Oh my god, you have a concussion, stop trying to flirt with me.” for Komahina please?
Ah, I didn’t expect anyone to send me anything! Thank you! I’m not entirely sure what to think of this fic… It ended up kind of weird. :’D But I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thank you for reading!
Holding back a sigh, Hinata dug his fingers into the sand. He tried to focus on the grains against his skin, instead of the approaching footsteps he could hear over the crashing waves. But he couldn’t ignore Komaeda sitting down right next to him on the sand, nor the smile he was surely wearing.
Even though there was no point, Hinata tried to hope. Maybe Komaeda was just here to watch the ocean. Maybe he wanted to talk about something normal, like the weather or a movie they could watch. Hinata would have been happy with anything as long as it wasn't—
“There’s something wrong with my cellphone,” Komaeda said. Hinata had half a mind to point out no one on the island had a working cellphone, but instead he closed his eyes and awaited the inevitable. “It doesn’t have your number in it.”
Hinata stayed silent. He tried to tell himself that if he just didn’t react then Komaeda would grow bored. Then he could go and subject someone else to his horrible pick up lines.
Undeterred, Komaeda continued. “Am I in a museum? Because you really are a work of art.”
With his eyes still on the waves, Hinata decided he could only blame himself for this situation. He was the one who gave Komaeda the stupid book on pick up lines. He had run out of anything else that would have made a good present, so he had handed the book to Komaeda and hoped for the best. Thankfully, Komaeda seemed to like it… but maybe too much. Now Komaeda wouldn’t speak to him without spouting at least one awful pick up line. Ignoring Komaeda only seemed to make him try even harder.
“If your heart was a prison, I would like to be sentenced to life.” Komaeda waited expectantly, but Hinata kept his expression blank. He could almost hear Komaeda’s pout. “Then… Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven, I mean.”
Hinata felt something snap. He shot up to his feet with a glare, viciously sweeping the sand off his clothes. Komaeda blinked up at him. Seething, Hinata kicked away sand as he stomped away.
“Hinata-kun? Hinata-kun, wait!”
“Leave me alone!” Hinata yelled back. “I don’t want to hear anymore stupid pick up lines!”
He didn’t realise he had reached the water until the waves lapped at his feet. He gritted his teeth. Dammit. Now on top of everything his shoes were soaked.
“Hinata-kun…!” Hinata turned to see Komaeda, his face pink and breathing heavily. He was already out of breath from running such a short distance. Hinata felt a prickle of guilt at the edge of his mind, and his resolve only wavered further when he saw Komaeda’s apologetic and pleading eyes.
“I’m sorry, Hinata-kun. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought… I thought we were just having fun. I—”
A shadow fell over them. Hinata only had time to register a roaring sound and the droplets falling on his head, because he looked up to a surging wall of water crashing down on him. Knocked off his feet, Hinata slammed down onto the sand, coughing and spluttering as the water retreated.
A tendril of seaweed was clinging to his face: he ripped it off as he sat up and tossed it onto the sand. It took him a moment to realise what had happened. A wave must have hit them—not a tidal wave, but still a wave that was much bigger than they usually saw on Jabberwock Island. To be hit by a wave like that was nothing more than a case of bad luck.
Bad luck. Hinata’s head snapped up. Komaeda had been standing right next to him. The wave would have hit him too.
Hinata spotted him nearby, face down in the sand, his head against a worryingly large rock. He was completely still. Hinata felt his blood freeze.
“Komaeda! Hey!” Hinata crawled, stumbled, then ran until he was on his knees at Komaeda’s side. He lifted him, watched as Komaeda’s head lolled back, saw the ugly bruise behind his dripping hair. “Come on, Komaeda! Wake up!”
Komaeda’s eyes fluttered open. Hinata sighed in relief.
“Are you okay?” Hinata asked.
Komaeda looked at him, blinking, frowning. His gaze seemed distant.
“Oh, Hinata-kun,” he finally mumbled. He showed a faint smile. “It’s you.”
“Yeah… Are you okay?” Hinata asked again, unsure if Komaeda had heard him. He wondered if Komaeda had a concussion. He didn’t know much about concussions, aside from what he’d seen in movies. He needed to find Tsumiki: if there was anyone who knew what to do in this situation, it was her.
Komaeda frowned at him again. He flinched. “My… my head hurts,” he said. “What happened?”
“A wave hit us and you hit your head. You were knocked out. Can you stand?”
Slowly, Hinata helped Komaeda climb to his feet. Komaeda staggered, almost collapsing, but Hinata grabbed him and kept him steady. Together they started the walk off the beach, Hinata supporting Komaeda as they went.
“What? What is it?” Hinata asked when he saw that, despite his face being paler than usual, and his hair and clothes being completely soaked, Komaeda was smiling.
“It’s just… I guess you could say I really ‘fell’ for you, Hinata-kun.”
“Oh, that’s right! The book had another one I really liked…”
“Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.”
“Oh my god, you have a concussion! Stop flirting with me!” Hinata snapped. Komaeda closed his mouth, but the mischievous glint didn’t leave his eyes. Hinata sighed. He supposed that Komaeda’s head injury couldn’t be too bad if he was joking around like normal, even if he still looked terrible.
“I… I’m glad you’re all right,” Hinata mumbled, and he glanced up in time to see Komaeda look away, his face tinted pink. Hinata could have laughed. Komaeda had spent days delivering awful pick up lines—why was he getting embarrassed now?
“Hey, Komaeda,” Hinata said. “If… If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d have a galaxy in my hand.”
Komaeda laughed, his cheeks red. “Ahaha! That was really bad, Hinata-kun.”
Hinata couldn’t help but laugh as well.