These were written for Tumblr Komamiki Week. I'm not entirely happy with them, but any Komamiki is better than no Komamiki, I figure :)
It was the second time that week Komaeda had woken up crying in the middle of the night.
Tsumiki was always at a complete loss for what to do, so she buried her head under the covers, pretending to be asleep.
They had been living together for two months now, and this was beginning to happen with alarming frequency.
As Komaeda lay facing the wall, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, Tsumiki's head spun. Could it be phantom pain from his left hand? Did he miss his parents, his dog? Was he having flashbacks to when he was kidnapped?
Whatever was happening to him, it frightened his fiancée deeply. This wasn't like him.
"Na-Nagito?" Tsumiki began the next morning. They had been on a first name basis for a while now, but the sound still tasted foreign on her tongue at times.
"Hm?" the man looked up from his newspaper. He sat at the kitchen table, lab coat and scrubs on. He had recently become an intern at Tsumiki's hospital. After his cancer his miraculously cleared up on its' own, he had decided that he wanted to become a doctor and help other people who were in his former situation.
"Here's your orange juice…" she said, placing it before him. She remained hovering around the table nervously. It wasn't hard to guess when she wanted to talk about something.
"What's wrong?" he asked, setting the paper aside and removing his reading glasses.
"I, um, that's what I wanted to ask you… I saw you crying last night… I'm so sorry! I know it must be private! I looked away as soon as I noticed… But whatever's wrong, I'd really like to help if I can. I'd try my best, so…"
Komaeda laughed in that odd way of his that she grown to love so much, such a change from when it frightened her many years ago. Still, whatever Tsumiki had imagined would happen next, it certainly wasn't this.
"Mikan," he stood, pushing his chair back, and placing a hand on her shoulder, "I'm not upset about anything. I'm not in any pain, either."
To demonstrate, he flapped the tied-off knot at the end of his left sleeve at her, like a friendly scarecrow. "I'm just so incredibly happy that someone like me was able to meet someone like you, that you're here, with me, and you never gave up on me. I think you're the reason I was able to get better. I love you."
The hand on her shoulder quickly shifted to bring her into a tight hug.
It was now Tsumiki's turn to cry.
The end. (part 1)
