Hinata walked towards the hotel, waves of the pool water reflecting the setting sun. Hunger and fresh, beachy air made him get down his high quicker than he wanted to. And without the afterglow clogging his mind, he couldn't help but feel guilty about what he did.

He enjoyed the fantasy, but unsure whether it was because of the foreign situation, or if he was, indeed, gay. Locking the thought up deep inside his mind, Hinata decided to deal with this like he would in any other confusing situation. Pretending it never happened.

Going up the stairs towards the restaurant, he flinched at the loud 'SHIIIIIT' coming from behind the closed doors. A headache slowly starting to build. He loved his friends, really did, but right now Hinata had no energy to deal with their loud personalities. Taking a deep breath, he flew open the door, being greeted by the colorful people that were his classmates.

"There you are, Hajime-chan!" Black hair swinging from side to side as if looking for said male. "You shouldn't be late for dinner, it's the mostimportant meal of the day!" Mioda beamed, being her cheerful, loud self.

"Isn't that breakfast?" The brunet smiling at her. "Also, I told you before… stop calling me that." He just got a peace sign as an answer, walking towards one of the many tables filled with food. Meat, stew, fruit, their smells combining, making Hinata's mouth water. He pitied the person who would be assigned to clean the restaurant tomorrow.

He looked around, seeing Nidai giving a loud speech about his bathroom activities. He honestly didn't understand how Owari was clinging to his every word. On another table, he saw Tanaka talking about lords, destructions, and whatnot, Sonja's eyes sparkling as she took in every single word. Soda trying to keep up for his beloved princess, but she clearly paid him no mind. Hinata almost felt bad for him

He decided to grab a plate of food and sit at the quietest table, with Togami, Hanamura, and Komaeda. It was funny to see how two were practically breathing in their food, while the white-haired male nibbled on his slowly. Hinata stilled, the spoonful of soup halfway to his mouth. 'white hair.' The image crashing into his head lips leaving a sound of surprise and frustration. The chubby cook and pale male looking up at him in question, Togami not even hearing the sounds over his vigorously chewing.

"Ah… sorry. Burned my tongue." The words leaving before Hinata had a chance to think them through. Lucky for him, the excuse was solid and the two males in front of him resumed their dinner once again. "You shouldn't eat your food too quickly, you know" Hanamura voice bringing him back from his daze. "If you burn your tongue, the food won't taste as splendid!" He clearly was proud of his creation, but even the SHSL cook's food tasted bitter in his mouth now.

Glancing over at Komeada, he secretly tried to take his features in for the second time this day. He couldn't have imaged him in the shower, right? He shook his head, Hinata knew plenty of people with snowy white hair! …He just wasn't able to tell them their names on the top of his head yet.

Dinner was resumed quietly on their table, forcing himself to eat enough. Chewing on a piece of bread, he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Hey, dipshit. We're gonna go to the amusement park, and Tsumiki was too much of a wuss to ask you herself." Saionji crossed her arms, making a pouting face. "So, you coming with us or not?" Her face darkened, clearly not having the patient for Hinata to answer her.

"I'm good, thank you…" He was not in the mood to spend his time with 5 girls in front of him. He could hear a whimper from Soda, as if sad they didn't ask him to come instead. The tiny girl simply turned around, and walked away, while Tsumiki apologized to him for god knows what. Nanami and Mioda only ones saying a goodbye while Koizumi just pouted at him, following the others.

He could hear a frantic Hanamura running towards the group with a pathetic 'I'll join you!'

"Hinata, are you feeling okay?" Togami, who finally finished his meal, turned to him. "You look quite pale, did you eat enough?" The concern in his voice was like a breath of fresh air in his usual cocky demeanor. "I'm fine… I guess the heat is just getting to me, is all." Another excuse rolled off his tongue without a problem. Maybe his talent was lying, Hinata snickered to himself. That would be a useless talent, and even more silly than 'luck'.

Togami got up and walked away, probably ready for his post-dinner nap. The guy ate so much, so fast, he was surprised if he would break even with the calories with how much the other was sweating right now.

The Restaurant was a lot quieter now, only a handful of people still left. Not knowing where to look, he decided to lower his head to the table. His plate empty, he was about to get up and move it to the kitchen, when he notice the plate across of the table still half-full. "Aren't you going to finish that?" He asked Komaeda strictly as if a parent was scolding him for not finishing his plate. "Haha, Hinata-kun. You shouldn't worry about someone as pathetic as myself." Green eyes squinted, giving him a stare as if to say 'don't say that', and 'continue eating'.

Komaeda was too skinny, in his opinion, to skip dinner like that. It's not like he cared for the other's wellbeing, but Hinata thought of himself as too good of a person to let one of his classmates starve to death. The intimidating stare made a pale hand slowly take a piece of the chicken in front of him, chewing slowly while smiling at him.

"Hinata-kun is too kind-"

He sat there for a little longer, listening to the nonsense spewing from Tanaka behind him while watching the boy in front of him eat. Komaeda was responsible enough to eat without Hinata observing his every bite, but knowing the other boy, he would throw his plate away when Hinata wouldn't look. As obedient he was towards his classmates, he was just as stubborn.

The fork in the other hand playing with the food on his plate instead of actually picking it up. "Hinata-kun… Could I stop now?" Asking the other with a gentle smile. The question sounded natural as if he always had to get permission for everything.

"Sure, whatever." He was pleased that the plate was a lot emptier now, happy that he made the boy eat more, but he wouldn't show that happiness in his voice. Komaeda got up to discard of his plate, Hinata decided to follow him into the kitchen to do the same.

Looking at the sink, he got flashbacks from this morning. Stacks and Stacks of plates, silverware, pots and pans were thrown all over the counter. It was an absolute mess. "Do I pity the lucky person who has to clean this shithole tomorrow." Hinata laughed, there was no way he would be assigned to clean the same room twice in a row… right?

Komaeda stiffed, "Lucky, you say…" Hinata was about to explain him the concept of sarcasm when he remembered what Komaeda had told him about his ultimate talent. "Seeing I got to spend the day with Hinata-kun, I guess I will be doomed to clean this mess tomorrow." The fluff of white lowered, sighing. "I guess I could start and wash some of the dishes already, otherwise I would never be able to finish tomorrow."

"You don't even know for sure you get assigned to clean the restaurant later, you shouldn't assume that!" Komaeda removed his big coat, how was he not drowning in sweat again, and hung it on one of the chairs in the kitchen. His white shirt hanging over his thin frame, arms as white as his face. He didn't see the other all that often without his coat, and it was a refreshing sight to see, seeing the other's back straightening with the loss of the weight.

"Someone as amazing as Hinata-kun wouldn't understand something as irrelevant as luck." He cleaned out the sink and let steaming water run down into it, filling it slowly. Hinata sighed, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. "If you're that set on doing it… I guess I'll help you."

Komaeda looked at him, his now bare arms mostly, as he opened his mouth in what most definitely was a protest. Hinata raised his hand, stilling the other boy. "None of that, Komaeda. If you stay here, then I'll too." He couldn't help but smile softly as the boy in front of him beamed, a happy 'thank you' leaving the smiling lips.

Getting a plate and dunking it in the warm water, Hinata yelped at the heat. He knew the water would be hot, but not that hot! Letting the plate fall in the swirling heat, he quickly retracted his hand. "How hot did you set the temperature!?" He nearly screamed at the other, receiving a confused look.

"Water needs to be warm enough to properly clean the dishes, Hinata-kun," Komaeda explained, not understanding the other's outburst. "Not as warm to practically burn my skin off!" Towel being thrown at him, Hinata caught it swiftly. "You can dry off if you like. I'll wash them." Komaeda let his hands submerge in the steam pool in the sink, sponge in one hand. He was not fazed but how hot the water was at all.

"I like the heat." Komaeda smiled while looking down as he washed a few plates. "I guess I have a higher tolerance to warmth?" It made sense, Hinata preferred the cold. He was getting sick and tired of the intense sun burning on his skin, drenching him in his clothes. It also explained why Komaeda could walk around in a thick coat while not breaking a sweat.

The two cleaned half the dishes, talking about this and that. It was a lot more fun than doing it alone, that's for sure. The continued sounds of splashing water mixed with Komaeda's gentle voice was extremely relaxing. Eyes wandered to the blob of white again. His hair looked soft, reallysoft. He would ask what kind of products he used if it wouldn't sound so girly. He was still confused as to how that same blow of white got fragmented into his mind when he was sinning in the shower.

It was probably because he spent time with him before, his mind just creating the most recent image he saw. That must be it, Hinata assured himself.

They placed the now clean plates into the cabins, there were still plenty of dished to clean, but they did a great job cleaning more than half of the mess that previously littered the kitchen. "Thank you so much for staying, and helping trash like me, Hinata-kun. If you every need help with something you can ask me." He smiled, gray eyes squeezing shut into an adorable expression. "I can't promise that I'll do a good job, but I will try my best."

Hinata flicked a finger at the taller boy's forehead, "Don't say that, Komaeda." Contrary to his actions, he smiled at the wide-eyed boy before him. Komaeda's glance shifted down, a slight blush creeping on his face as he fidgeted to try and put his green coat on again, avoiding eye contact. A soft mumble leaving his lips, which Hinata couldn't quite hear.

The brunet cocked his head to the side, looking at the other in confusing. Careful eyes looking back at him shyly. "It's getting late-" A small smile crept over his blushing cheeks, eyes glistering as gray met green. "Thank you so much…" This was the 7th thank you Hinata received from the white haired boy, and it made him laugh softly as he observed Komaeda. He couldn't help but thinks he looked cute right now, but the thought was quickly pushed away by him. He shouldn't think of other males being cute, especially Komaeda.

"I'll be leaving now, Hinata-kun." Another 'thank you' leaving his lips. A hesitant wave was shared and green eyes followed the lanky figure leaving the door, still struggling to get his coat over one of his shoulders. Hinata subconsciously licked his lips at the sight.