theonewithoutatitle

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the-one-without-a-title

Focused.

Agile. 

Hinata made his way across the top of a fence, slinging his rifle up over his shoulder. It smashed against his backpack, causing the contents to sift and create noise. There wasn’t time to worry about that. They were close on his heels, snarling and howling for him to return to their midst. They wanted to rip him apart. He wanted to get away. And that’s when he noticed someone ahead of him, apparently unknowing of the danger.

“Move!” He shouted out. “Go!" 

the-one-without-a-title:

“… .Don’t mess around with me, Komaeda-san. I have no time for games.”

The brunette crossed his arms and flashed a harsh gaze upon the other. He studied Komaeda carefully because something seemed a bit off…he couldn’t seem to put a finger on it. Although he was nervous around the other, Hinata kept a calm composure.

-Why did I even bother talking to him? What is he planning today? I just shiver at the thought.-

      {♠} “I have no idea what you’re talking about! Here I am, minding my business, and I’m being interrogated! … You’re not looking to tie me up again, right?”

      Pfft, oh he is so funny. Quite the comic indeed. But still, Komaeda was a tad confused over whatever Hinata was implying. Not like he spent every second of the day plotting murders. That would make him downright obsessed!

      “I think you’re just imagining things, Hinata-kun. Can’t we have a nice chat like we used to..?”