Pendulum.
He was the sun, and you were not worthy of being a planet.
You met by chance in the most cliché fashion.
You were hurrying to work, briskly walking down a busy street. In your haste, you knocked over a man, about your age, a little taller. The groceries he had been clutching spilled across the concrete. Several eggs cracked and an apple rolled.
(The first sign that something was 'not quite right' was when he simply sat on the ground, grabbed at his sides, and laughed while observing the discord around him.)
You'd wrinkled your nose and bit your lip and glanced at your watch. With a short sigh, you helped him gather up his scattered belongings. He looked up at you like you were a descended angel.
You just smiled back politely and reached for the nearest item, tossing it into the bag.
You passed him a loaf of bread and he grabbed your wrist eagerly.
"I'm Komaeda. Nagito Komaeda. Thank you, really you shouldn't have stopped to help me!" He grinned widely to you.
"I'm Hajime Hinata." You told him. You tugged your arm back and checked the vicinity. Nothing else.
"I gotta get to work. Bye." You added, beginning to walk at your previous brisk pace.
He called back at you to wait and you turned back to him, a little annoyed.
"Really," he began "I'm very grateful! Please, may I buy you a coffee or something, as thanks?"
"I really don't have time. Have a nice day." You'd turned on your heel and exhaled loudly.
To your surprise, he didn't call after you again.
"…Odd guy." You muttered under your breath.
You brushed it off as a chance encounter with a local weirdo. You weren't late to work fortunately, but the whole situation was an annoyance.
You worked part-time as a barista in a small café. The work could be tedious, but it wasn't overly difficult or anything. You usually enjoyed yourself.
A chime from the door attracted your gaze, and you jumped when you saw that shockingly white hair again. His eyes widened, and he grinned at you.
"Hi, again!" He sang out cheerfully.
"Fancy meeting you here." You were a little surprised, but it wasn't that odd. Just a coincidence.
He ordered a white hot chocolate and leant his elbows on the counter while he waited.
(That was another thing you noticed later- how he was immediately 'at home' anywhere. Confident and relaxed, as though he owned the place.)
"So, come here often?" You turned around and saw him wriggling his eyebrows at you.
"I work here." You'd said back to him, not amused.
He'd laughed airily and didn't say anything else. You scribbled 'Komeada' down on the takeaway cup, and then called out his name.
He took his drink and sat in a corner, tapping away at his phone, sipping slowly every so often. When you turned around, you'd felt a pair of eyes digging into you but you'd just ignored it.
Eventually, you turned around and he wasn't there anymore. You picked up a wipe and started to clear off the table he had been seated at.
A serviette was laid out neatly on the center, with a tip sitting in the corner. You started to scrunch up the serviette before you noticed something written in black marker.
Your name was scrawled across the top of the paper, with a phone number and a smiley face underneath.
You'd stuffed the paper in your back pocket without much thought.
Later, you'd texted him.
Hinata: Hi. This is Hinata. From the café.
Komeada: Hello! :)
Hinata: Yeah. Hi.
Komaeda: So! Coffee? :)
Hinata: Look, you really don't have to. I bumped into you anyway.
Komeada: But I want to! You were nice to me afterwards. ^u^
Hinata: Ok, sure...I'm paying for my own coffee though.
Komaeda: I'm just glad you'll let trash like me take you out~!
Komeada: That sounds like a pick-up line! :D
Komaeda: Are you trash like me, Hinata? Because I'll take you out anytime. ;)
Hinata: …
Komaeda: So, Sunday?
Hinata: Alright.
You'd worked out the time and place. He cheerfully wished you a good night and said he couldn't wait.
(He was so charming in the beginning.)
He was waiting for you outside of the designated café when you'd arrived.
(He assured you that he hadn't been there long, but you noticed him shifting uncomfortably on his feet and sighing gently with relief when he sat down.)
He sat across from you in a booth and grinned again.
You noted that he smiles a lot.
He ordered a herbal tea and you got a cappuccino. He watched you sip and you gave a wobbly, awkward smile in return.
Neither of you had said anything beyond your greetings.
"Luck." He said matter-of-factly.
Your brow furrowed a little and you couldn't find a single thing to say.
"My luck." Komeada elaborated. You nodded slowly at him and smiled tightly. You glanced over to the exit and briefly considered faking a family tragedy so you could leave.
"You see, Hinata, my luck swings!" To emphasize, he swung his arms in an upward arc, knocking a sugar sachet to the ground.
"It was bad luck that I fell over, of course. I lost a carton of eggs. But it was also good luck- because of my bad luck, I met you!"
His face switched quickly as he spoke, moving from pouts to smiles to a thoughtful expression seamlessly.
That was enough of that.
You jumped as though you'd felt a vibration in your back pocket, and tugged your phone out from your back pocket. You'd pretended to check your messages and gasped softly.
"My grandmother…has had a fall. I need to go check up on her." You told him. You'd never been a good liar, and something in the way his eyes hardened told you he didn't believe you.
In a flash, his face relaxed again and he smiled sweetly to you. He waved and sang out a farewell to you as you left.
Komeada: I'd like to take you out again. :)
Hinata: That's really not necessary, Komaeda.
Komeada: Awh! :c
Hinata: Sorry, I suppose.
Komeada: No, I understand that someone like you wouldn't want to busy yourself with someone like me. Just my luck! :(
Hinata: Haha, I guess so.
He didn't send any other messages after that, and you sighed a little. A weight was lifted from your shoulders.
Honestly- he was acting a little strangely. All you had done was helped to pick up his groceries, and he insisted on taking you out. On a date? Had it been a date?
You hadn't thought so, but perhaps he had.
You buried your head under your pillow and tried to fall asleep.
You sat in a dingy bar and watched as your best friend made a fool of himself.
"If I followed you home, would ya keep me?" Souda slurs to the pretty blonde girl. She just giggled awkwardly back at him, eyes flitting around the bar.
The girl she came here with had disappeared into the bathroom, looking nauseous. You didn't expect to see her back for a while.
"Hickory dick dock, it's time to suck my cock!" Souda says loudly to her.
You laughed behind your hand as she threw her drink over his yellow sweater. She wobbled away on her high heels as he keeled over and wailed quietly onto the tabletop.
With a roll of your eyes, you decided to help out your sorry mess of a friend. "C'mon, up you get." You mutter to him as you lift him off the table. You adjust his arm around your neck and shuffle outside, Souda sobbing quietly all the while.
You flag down a taxi driver and give him Souda's home address. You pay for the ride with your own money and decide you're going to send your friend a very salty text message in the morning.
And then he's gone. It's 11.30 at night. You suppose that you could go home, but you feel a little bored. You decide to go back the bar and drink a little more, maybe find someone nice to go home with.
First off though, you head over to the blonde girl. She's quite pretty, perhaps even beautiful.
"I'm sorry about my friend, miss. He's an asshole when he's drunk."
She smiles radiantly and assures you that it's fine. She waves her hands about carelessly as she speaks and you notice a thick silver ring on her right hand. Damn, you think to yourself, engaged?
She invites you to sit down with her until her companion comes back. You acquiesce and make small talk with her. Turns out she's foreign; travelling across your country with a friend who has dreams of making it big in music.
While you're discussing her home country the bartender sends a drink your way. You tell him that you didn't order anything yet and he motions to someone in the back corner, telling you that he had sent it for you.
You swing your head around to see who had sent it and came across a mass of fluffy white hair. You blink a few times, completely dumbfounded, and see Komaeda waving to you with a gentle smile. A strange knot makes its home in your stomach.
You down the drink and excuse yourself. The blonde girl nods and glances at something out of the corner of her eye.
"Ah, Ibuki!" she calls out, and you notice her queasy friend re-emerging. You take that as your cue to shuffle away.
You move to sit across from Komaeda. His elbows are on the table and his head rests in his hands. He grins up at you and you try to smile back.
"Thank you for the drink." You tell him stiffly.
"We're even now! Because you wouldn't let me buy you coffee." He sings out.
You can't think of anything to say back so you keep your mouth clenched in a straight line.
He leans in so close to you that his hair tickles your nose and whispers, "I really do like you, you know."
You flinch and pull away from him. You're at a loss for words.
He laughs at you and leans in further. You think that he might not be even on the seat anymore. You stop thinking at all when he presses his lips to yours forcefully.
You're too shocked to move. Komaeda smiles against your mouth and kisses you harder, with more intensity. He slings an arm around your neck and tugs you closer to him.
You're still not thinking; you kiss him back.
You end up on his bed with his head between your legs.
He gazes up at you adoringly while he licks and sucks, and you shut your eyes because you can't stand it.
"Look at me." He whispers to you, and you force your eyes open again. He kisses his way up your body, ending at your neck. He moves a hand down to your crotch and pumps away while kissing and licking along your neck and shoulder.
"I followed you to the coffee shop," He admits with a quick bite to your skin. He kisses the same spot.
"And I followed you to the bar." He adds.
You can't do anything but moan and arch your back. He pulls away from you with a wry smirk and reaches for something in a compartment of the bedside table. You see that it's a bottle. He clicks it open and slicks the liquid from inside over his fingers.
He doesn't say anything; just slides his finger into your ass. You gasp from the sensation. To be honest, it's only cold and unpleasant. Komaeda smiles to you before slipping another in. There's a sharper pain this time, and you gasp louder. He doesn't stop, or whisper words of comfort. He just smiles tighter and starts to scissor his fingers. You wince and ask him to take his fingers out, to stop, but he just shakes his head at you.
He adds a third finger and you start to tear up. You make a small, choked sound and he finally looks up at you.
He still doesn't stop.
He continues scissoring away while you make small, pained noises. Finally, he takes his fingers away, but quickly positions his dick at your entrance. Your eyes widen, and you ask him to stop again.
He pushes in with a sharp thrust and your eyes roll back into your head.
He fucks you. There isn't a better, cleaner way to put it. It's fast, painful and feels dirty.
"I knew you were lying, too." He laughs into your ear as you cry out. "Your grandmother…she didn't fall. You just wanted to get away, didn't you?"
You can't form words so you just nod quickly and squeeze your eyes shut again. He laughs, short and dry, and thrusts into you harder.
"I love you, Hinata. I love you already. Did I tell you that? I really do. So it hurts if you lie to me. Please don't lie to me again."
He reaches his climax and comes inside you. You don't like the sensation.
"You're still so hard, Hinata." Komaeda marvels, before moving down to suck you off. You come with a short cry and you feel dirty.
Komaeda hugs you tightly in bed afterwards, whispering into your ear how much he loves you, how beautiful he thinks you are, how perfect your body is. He falls asleep with his head on your chest soon after, still naked and sticky.
You can't sleep at all that night.