Valentine Mishaps [KamuKoma]

2:17 PM

Okay, Komaeda-kun had officially earned Kamukura's trust, no big deal, doesn't mean a damn thing.

However— and he means this sincerely from the deepest depths of his gross organ of a heart— "what the actual hell?" Kamukura didn't answer or make any indication he had heard Komaeda's honest to god concern as he grabbed a fedora. A frickin fedora, of all things, why a fedora? He tried to send this abject horror towards Kamukura telepathically but the walking amalgamation of fashion disasters did not hear his cries. No, he purposely ignored Komaedas suffering (trash like him totally deserved it anyways). Did he derive amusement from torturing filth? That's kinda hot and oh god, wait, no.
Komaeda swore to god if Kamukura grabbed that yellow tie he was going to— and of course he grabbed the somehow even worse green bow tie. Komaeda let out a pitiful whimper at the sight, everything seriously did not go together, but the absolute worst part was how much it made Kamukura look... well, to put it politely, downright disgusting. Which he would never say to the other boy but he definitely thought it.

"Why? Just why?" Komaeda moaned as Kamukura looked his appearance over carefully in the stores mirror. "I told you already," Komaeda said, tone flat as usual which at least brought back some normalcy to this entirely convoluted situation "If we're going into public I can't be seen." Kamukura turned around, the dim green contact lenses looking hauntingly alien on him "It's either this or doing the investigation separately."

Komaedas expression tightened into something similar to a cringe but he knew he couldn't possibly refute. He didn't want to leave Kamukura's side, especially after he got assaulted the last time that happened, and by the Ultimate Soldier no less. Hopefully Kamukura could handle having such dreadful company for so long.

Kamukura didn't acknowledge Komaedas silence as he simply slipped out of the store, a gaping Komaeda following like the loyal servant he was, "you didn't pay?" Kamukura grabbed the sleeve of Komaedas jacket and easily maneuvered the two bodies into the narrow back alley so naturally the other couldn't help but wonder if he was made for it. "Too risky" was the vague yet gruff response Kamukura shot at him as they swerved into another twining path. "How is that too risky?" Komaeda whispered worriedly, the confusion, or even dare he say fear, in his tone completely lost on Kamukura. Did his parents spy on him or something?

The next few moments were painstakingly elapsed in silence as Kamukura seemed to refuse to respond. It was mostly uncomfortable for Komaeda who was filled with so much anxiety from the last 14 hours that he might as well be that waitress from earlier put into literally any stressful situation.

All too soon Komaeda found himself stumbling into bright neon lights which temporarily blinded him for a couple seconds. Where had Kamukura taken them that it was so bright even during day time hours?
Finally squinting his eyes through the lights he found himself reeling backwards in shock at the displays before him— it was Dome City. He found his mouth opening, trying to splutter forward some level of coherency, but all he managed was a choked sound that (if you really strained your ears) may have sounded like a "Izuru-kun?"

Despite his imbecilic squawk that for all intents and purposes absolutely should be reserved for a trash compactor, Kamukura still somehow miraculously understood his garbage language. "Based on my previous observations" Kamukura began, surveying the public masses with a critical eye in his hilariously atrocious outfit, "Junko Enoshima is likely somewhere in this crowd."

That caused Komaeda to startle from his temporary paralysis "really?!" He nearly shouted and winced as he remembered how close he was to Kamukura. Despite being a stupid grievance Komaeda couldn't help but gush "Izuru-kun! You're so smart, I'd be a useless fumbling idiot without you." Kamukura sent a half hearted glare in his direction before quickly redirecting his critical gaze to the swarming masses.

It only took mere seconds before it seemed whatever Kamukura had done inside that big head of his was complete "I know what to do." Komaeda curiously cocked his head "what's that?" Kamukura looked him dead in the eyes with one of the most serious expressions he'd seen in a long time. Now Komaeda was beginning to sweat, was it going to be something dangerous again? Was someone going to get hurt? Was— "we need to wander around aimlessly." Oh. "That was all?" Komaeda found himself blurting it out because the simple surprises was just a lot on top of everything going on today.

Kamukura nodded, seemingly finally picking up on Komaedas ever unfolding confusion. He began walking, Komaeda eagerly joking his side, as he explained the situation. "Junko Enoshimas earlier plan was to cause a disturbance between us, likely for manipulative purposes dependant on our emotional states afterwards. However she never accounted for that waitresses clumsiness nor your luck cycle which ultimately led to the unraveling of her plan." Komaedas eyes gleamed as he let out a reverent breathe, Kamukura truly was an amazing ultimate. "You're deduction skills are as sharp as ever, Izuru-kun!"

Kamukura simply nodded but carried along with his explanation as they passed another roller coaster "however shes now aware of both of these factors and likely concocted a revision plan specially dependant on the uncontrollable variables." Boy, those were some big words, but Komaeda offered a tight lipped smile nonetheless fully supporting his crush in any endeavour. Kamukura simply stole one look at him and Komaeda wouldn't have known anything were off if it weren't for how long he had spent memorizing that slight furrow in his brows "there's just one thing I still can't understand." Komaeda affectionally bumped his shoulder into Kamukura's offering a lazy smile "that's part of why I'm here."

Kamukura seemed to bob his head along in unanimous agreement before turning a sharp eye onto him "exactly, so why do you pretend you're not just as smart as me?" Komaeda paled, almost bumbling out of alignment with Kamukura's faster steps, but he managed to catch his footing at the last minute. "I know you figured that out already. Yes, undeniably later, but your feats are still impressive, Nagito-kun." He really needed to get used to this whole first name basis.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about?" Komaeda frowned but Kamukura levelled him with a somehow flatter look than usual "you never asked about Junko Enoshimas schemes, you went along with what I was doing without asking any obvious questions concerning the situation, and you've only shown genuine confusion when it comes to the way I'm acting." Komaeda really couldn't get anything past Kamukura could he? "Anyone who didn't know what was going on would not have the behaviour you're currently expressing— yet you're indulging me despite this, why?"

The two stood in silence, thankfully farther away from the hustling public (both of them hated loud noises so its not too surprising they naturally evacuated to the quieter areas). There was an unspoken tension, perhaps even challenge, but Komaeda just smiled "you caught me, Izuru-kun!" He laughed freely as if he hadn't just been caught red handed. "You really can't blame me though, ultimates like you need a chance to shine and if junk like me are in the way how are you supposed to do that?" Komaeda continued to let out wheezing gasps of laughter that echoed around their bubble of space but Kamukura remained silent. The laughter carried on for an uncomfortable amount of time before something in Kamukuras face shifted ever so slightly.

"Oh, I get it now." Komaeda abruptly stopped at Kamukuras voice, did he finally understand how gross Komaeda was and that he should just leave him in a— "you have romantic intentions for me."

Komaeda blinked.

If his mind hadn't short circuited from all the insanity today this absolutely did the trick. So he stood frozen in place gaping like an idiot. Kamukura just stared at him as his face swelled with blood like some messily pooled together balloon. "I..." Komaeda began trying, in vain, to redeem himself but finding nothing— except for a piece of paper to randomly slap him in the face. As if that wasn't bad enough he couldn't even loosen his muscles enough to try grabbing at the paper. Kamukura carefully peeled it from his burning face, he was slightly surprised to not see the paper singed.

Carefully holding the paper Kamukura read aloud "meet me at Maxell Shinagawa Aqua Park, 6:00 pm, your dearly beloved Junko-chan"