komahina fanfic

I hate you. Get out of my sight.

Komaeda had told Hinata this while he had been wrapped in hospital robes and shivering with fever. Hinata wanted so badly to take this at face value, but he knew what Komaeda meant. He did have the liar’s disease, after all. But what could Hinata do about it? He left the room for now and found Mikan waiting outside.
“Oh, Hinata, I didn’t see you there!” she said. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I really am, I just had to deliver this medicine to Komaeda…”
“No, you aren’t bothering me, Mikan. How is Komaeda doing?”
“His condition has improved greatly. He’s been able to walk around and talk to me, and mostly he’s been talking about you, Hinata, although he’s been saying some pretty nasty things about you. Oh, I’m really sorry about this, I didn’t want to have to tell you…”
“Tell me what, Mikan? It’s fine, just tell me what he said,” Hinata said.
Mikan wrung her hands nervously. “Dreadful things. Things like ‘Hinata kun is the worst,’ and ‘I hate Hinata kun so much,’” Mikan said. “Oh, gosh, these are really terrible things to come out of my mouth, even though he does have the liar’s disease I hate having to say them myself,” Mikan said, tears collecting in her eyes.
“No, it’s all right. You deliver that medicine, Mikan. I’ll be waiting outside.”
“A-all right, Hinata!” Mikan went inside the room, and Hinata waited on a bench in the front lobby.

A confession disguised as an insult. A boy who could only tell lies. And it wasn’t like Hinata cared, anyway…
He had to do something, though. Even though Mikan was supposed to be the nurse, couldn’t he just provide a bit of support?

Mikan hurried down the hallway looking for bandages and Hinata slipped into Komaeda’s doorway. Komaeda was no longer up, and was passed out on his bed, the blankets covering half of his body. Hinata brushed his forehead with his fingers and instantly pulled them back. He was burning up; no wonder he had been shaking so much.

I hate you so much. Get out of my sight.

Hinata brushed his lips against Komaeda’s forehead, then his closed eyelids. He felt the heat of fever even with such a slight touch, and wondered how Komaeda could stand it.

I hate you.

Hinata paused before pressing his lips against Komaeda’s, ever so briefly. Then again, and again. Komaeda was still in the same position, but when Hinata pulled away, he felt a pair of fever-clouded eyes watching him. He was awake at last.
“Oh, Hinata, I didn’t notice you there.”

I hate you.

Hinata didn’t know how to respond to Komaeda being there, and awake, and responsive, so he wrapped his arms around Komaeda’s chest and just held him for as long as he could. Komaeda was the first one to speak up.
“You know, Hinata, I really can’t stand you.”
“I know,” Hinata mumbled into Komaeda’s shirt.