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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Super_Dangan_Ronpa_2
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Hajime/Komaeda_Nagito
  Character:
      Hinata_Hajime, Komaeda_Nagito, Sonia_Nevermind, Souda_Kazuichi, Tanaka
      Gundam
  Additional Tags:
      guest_appearance_by_ibuki_mioda
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-05 Words: 3905
****** The Spill-over Effect ******
by Ameerasakura
Summary
     In which Komaeda gets feisty with Hinata while in front of their
     friends. Read More to learn this One Magic Trick to blowing your
     lover in public
Notes
     written for tumblr user alliecream
See the end of the work for more notes
Hinata thought of himself as a sturdy kind of guy- not the kind that was tough
as a brick, but one who did not back down easily under pressure. When he had
first been accepted into Hope’s Peak Academy, he was under the impression the
prestigous school had chosen him for a shining talent that would be worthy of
some Super High School Level title; upon learning he would only be placed among
a group of mediocre Reserve students, he was brought down but accepted the role
as a Hope’s Peak student at least. After all, his dream came true, regardless
of how he got there. The point of all this was, getting Hinata to his knees
would usually be harder than keeping his stupid ahoge down. There was, little
to his knowledge, one person who would break him- Komaeda Nagito, his recently
named…boyfriend.
Being honest with himself, Hinata admitted that he couldn’t stand Komaeda. This
guy would drive him nuts, acting like he knew things unbeknownst to the general
student body, speaking in such a dodgy manner that not even someone as close to
him as Hinata knew what he was thinking. He was unpredictable, sly, and
dangerous.
And yet, when everyone practically left him for dead to adjust to the
intimidating and demanding new school life at Hope’s Peak, Hinata was
approached by Komaeda, one of the real gifted students in the normal school
program (normal for the most successful school in Japan, that is). Even though
this talented individual seemed visibly disappointed when Hinata revealed he
was an ordinary Reserve student, the boy with striking white hair reassured
that he’d stick with Hinata, as he said, “You’ve got a gleaming potential in
you, I feel. It’s a hope that shines despite your impossible circumstances.
Truly, someone as ordinary as you has some greater purpose! I can tell by the
determination in your eyes.” The comment struck him as odd, perhaps subtlely
back-handed, but he was the only one offering a helping hand. Komaeda
was…mysterious, that was for sure.
Call it blind intuition, but Hinata thought that Komaeda had good intentions in
mind; he had an eccentric mindset, sure, but over time he and Komaeda hit it
off rather well. When Hinata felt down, Komaeda would be there for emotional
support, cheering, “You can get through this despair! This is nothing; only a
bump in the road for you to grow from.” He sometimes felt that Komaeda cared
for him as if he were his child- Hinata could almost hear him saying, “That’s
my son,” as he gazed lovingly down at him. Down being 1cm, that is.
After a few more of these moments, the epiphany finally hit Hinata like a blunt
object to the head; Komaeda really did love him. Kinda like a son but not
really. Like a crush. A mushy gushy heart-racing crush that Hinata also
realized he reciprocated. Oh no. If he had been this blind for so long, what
had other people been noticing? As much as he wanted to be a couple with
Komaeda, Hinata would be horrified if anyone found out.
On this day, more than any other day after he and Komaeda hooked up, the two
were so close to revealing to everyone in the most embarrassing way that they
were together and they were sexual.
But, we’re not going to save Hinata the embarrassment by skipping over the
juicy details.
The time was 6:05pm. Not that that specific time particularly mattered, but
rather the time that would follow. At 6:30pm, a class meeting would be held for
freshmen at Hope’s Peak, detailing the standard procedures for midterms, which
were just around the corner. For whatever reason, the Reserve students followed
the same procedures, despite being tested on different material. Therefore, in
a rare occurrence the Super High School Levels and the Reserves were called
together for a joint meeting. Not that the elite students minded, but the
ordinary ones were terrified of standing out and being ridiculed for their
incapabilities. All except one.
In this setup, Hinata would be able to see his boyfriend, who was usually very
diligently caught up in his studies. Both rejoiced when they heard the
announcement and agreed to meet up beforehand. By beforehand, they mutually
understood that meant at least 30 minutes before.
So here Hinata was, sitting by his lonesome at a long table connected by
several more in this dining hall so at least 30 kids could sit on each side. It
was very spacious and very empty. For Hinata, this would be a good thing if
only it weren’t empty of the one person he was very anxious to meet. He had
only been seated for five minutes, but frequently minute-by-minute he would
sneak a look up at the clock as if the beginning of one minute would signal
Komaeda’s entrance. When a couple more rotations of the minute hand had gone
by, Hinata began to fidget distressingly in his seat. Oh my GOD, where are you
Nagito? he thought apprehensively.
Seven minutes may seem like nothing for any other person, but this was Komaeda.
That was more than enough time for his luck to take a turn for the worst and
severely injure him. Even if nothing that serious, his luck could just impede
his journey to the dining hall long enough that the meeting may start before
they could spend some time together. For today, for now, Hinata could only hope
Komaeda was alright- hell, he bet Komaeda wanted nothing more than for Hinata
to keep his hopes up. That was what he had been preaching to him since the day
they met.
Wistfully thinking back to that day, Hinata became so absorbed in his nostalgic
thoughts that he hadn’t seen Komaeda suddenly rush into the room; it was only
until he heard a foot drag noisily across the floor did he perk up like a
bargain was just announced for a $5 foot long. There he was in all his sleek
beauty, hair just as tousled as always, clothes sagging off his narrow frame.
“Ah, hello Hinata-kun! Fancy meeting you here,” he mused with an evident wink.
He took a couple of steps toward the only other in the hall before stumbling on
his feet. Thankfully, Hinata had jumped out of his seat the moment his
boyfriend spoke, so he had more than enough time to rush to his rescue before
Komaeda fell to the floor.
“Whoa there, you alright?” he giddily inquired, real concern beneath his joking
tone.
Komaeda chuckled back, happy to have made it in one piece to Hinata. “Aah, I’m
well enough but I had a little accident on the way here. It’s nothing serious
though! You needn’t worry yourself over me,” he excused.
Hinata started. “Don’t tell me your-“
“Really! It’s nothing, just a sprain,” he explained as he gestured to his
tilted foot. “Just a little sore. It was foolish of me to believe that it
wouldn’t affect my coordination,” Komaeda berated himself. He stood up straight
and hobbled toward the table, Hinata quickly wrapping an arm protectively
around his waist.
“Well, whatever. I’m just glad you made it in time. I mean, if you’re sure your
foot’s-“ Hinata awkwardly responded.
“As I said, nothing to worry about!” Komaeda hurriedly interjected.
Just then, however, as they made it to the table, his foot caught on one of the
legs of a nearby chair. With an exclamation of surprise, he toppled to the
floor.
Now, in Hinata’s arms, that may have seemed impossible, but if Hinata really
thought about it it felt as though Komaeda deliberately threw himself to the
floor. What in the world was going on?
“Hey, Komaeda, what’s-“
At that moment two Super High School Levels, Sonia Nevermind and Souda
Kazuichi, swiftly entered the expansive room. They were immersed in intense
conversation, Sonia gesturing wildly with her reply to Souda’s hushed but
probably suggestive remarks. Hinata would assume any day that an attempted
flirtation was going on had Sonia, Gundam, and Souda not pledged to remove
romance in their friend group to avoid drama. The only reason Hinata knew about
such an exchange was because he was in their friend group. It was pretty
interesting, with Gundam and Souda constantly bickering over Sonia’s love. Only
once Sonia found out and vowed to put a stop to their pointless endeavors did
the agreement fomulate. Gundam and Souda both felt they had the raw end of the
bargain, but in order to steer clear from the wrath of Sonia they compromised.
Souda it seemed still wanted to be close to Sonia. As Sonia caught sight of
Hinata and waved in greeting with a “Good evening!”, Souda took just a step
closer to her and nodded in Hinata’s direction.
Don’t worry, Hinata comically noted to himself, the only other competition in
this room is gay.
Sonia made a bow as she came right up to where Hinata was standing. “It appears
Souda and I are but the first people besides you, yes?” she inquired, looking
down the length of the tables. Souda shifted behind the refined woman and let
his eyes trail down Sonia’s line of sight.
“No one else here,” he mumbled in confirmation.
Now hold on, that’s not right, Hinata noticed, brows furrowing. Upon looking
around, he realized it really was the three of them. Where the hell had Komaeda
gotten off to?
As Hinata was doing a subtle scan of the area, the two friends pulled out some
chairs and had a seat.
“Man, I’m so dead. Midterms are next week and I haven’t done jack in studying.
It’s not my fault though! Just got a little busy, is all,” Souda began. “All
this talk about the full weight of the tests and consequences for laziness is
getting on my nerves.”
“That really isn’t the appropriate attitude to have for a time like this,
Souda-kun!” Sonia piped. “A pessimistic outlook leads to a poor performance.
Have confidence in yourself! You can help what you can, and you should be proud
in the end for trying your best!” This was beginning to sound more like a
speech than a casual conversation. That’s what you’d get from a Super High
School Level Princess.
“Midterms are meant to be an assessment of your previous classroom efforts. If
you worked hard in class, you should have no fear of being retested over a
congregate of subjects from the curriculum,” she added intellectually.
“Alriiiight! Thanks Sonia,” the male with horrifyingly neon pink hair cheered.
“Though, when you didn’t work hard enough in the first place…” he grumbled.
Meanwhile, Hinata silently slipped in to Souda’s right, leaning over the table
to look over at both of the seated individuals as they chatted. He would have
gone searching for Komaeda were the boy not so elusive and were they alone. It
was too late to reconcile now even if he were here. The porcupine-haired
Reserve student let out an irritated sigh, resting his chin in his palm. And
here he was hoping the two could spend some quality bonding time together. They
didn’t even have time to get sexual. Why, he was aching so much from barely
having any contact with Komaeda that he could practically feel the other boy’s
fingers trailing faintly over his legs.
Now hold on just a diddly darn minute.
Someone WAS touching his legs. In a dangerous zone near his crotch. There was
no way that was imaginary.
Curtly peeking down to the tablecloth, Hinata noticed with terror ten spindly
fingers working their way up his legs. Those could only be one person’s pair of
nimble hands.
Gently smacking away the ascending digits, Hinata peered around at the faces of
the others at the table. Whatever Sonia was saying, Souda was intently soaking
in no matter how differing his own opinions were. A slave to his princess.
Hinata would have been bothered if it hadn’t prevented Souda from seeing things
that would scar his eyes more than any Boku no Pico troll link. Sonia seemed
all the more oblivious, caught up in an exuberant rant about the impact of
school life on future attitudes. The only school life Hinata was most worried
about was his reputation being sullied by the knowledge of his ~currently
active~ sex life.
Komaeda on the other hand didn’t seem to think much of this social pressure,
going so far as to touch him like this in a public facility with the danger of
other people being less than a foot away. Now, Hinata knew Komaeda had some
non-comformist ideas, but this was ridiculous. Either this guy was not in his
right mind (which Hinata very often did not doubt) or he was thirsty. Either
way, was it even possible to reason with him on this?
To test his will, Hinata firmly pushed the fingers down closer to his knees. At
first they seemed to give way fairly easily, but upon lifting his own hands
back the paler hands reached back up, as if the person they belonged to relied
only on their sense of touch. But they didn’t stop there.
Taking another risky step forward from gentle leg caresses, Komaeda took ahold
of Hinata’s weak metal zipper on the crotch of his pants and with precision
lowered it clasp by clasp so as to make barely a sound.
No way, was Komaeda really going to do this here, right now? Did he have no
shame? Apparently not, as he went right to popping open the button at the top.
Hinata must have been staring down at his lap for a while, as Sonia asked,
concerned, “Hinata-kun? Are you perhaps not feeling well? Your head had been
downcast for quite a time.”
Oh no. No no. If anything was worse than Komaeda getting sexual with him in the
presence of others, it was others finding out about his presence and what he
was doing away from their sight. Hinata could feel Komaeda pause as well,
awaiting the brunet’s response.
“M-me? Oh, well, I’m just a little, um, anxious for those midterms! I’m a mere
Reserve student, after all, so if I screw up, I’m probably not going to be
staying another month here,” he covered. Yeaah, you go Hajime. Wait, that was
right. If he didn’t jam those tests, he was out. That was a little
disconcerting, now that he thought about it.
There wasn’t much time to be worried about being kicked out of school though
when you felt hands touching your bare dick. He didn’t even have to look down
to know what exactly Komaeda felt smug enough to get away with. Oh god no,
Hinata forgot, Komaeda was really good at giving oral. Oh shit, Hinata was in
for a wild ride.
Sonia seemed to be satisfied with his reply, although not looking away without
first sending him one last sidelong glance. “As I was saying, Souda-kun, the
fish will really fly with the fan if you would ever be found cheating! There is
absolutely no reason to resort to such. Not to mention, it is not a foolproof
heuristic! There is too much to lose to even attempt it,” she scolded.
“Yes, Sonia-san…” Souda guiltily agreed.
Okay, good, seems they’re busy. Hopefully they won’t notice this impatient guy
down here…Hinata figured, relieved. He really did wish Komaeda would stop, but
in the heat of the moment he let the white-haired boy go about his business.
His dexterous fingers massaged at the skin at the base, working their way up
centimeters at a time. Even though Hinata couldn’t see his head, he assumed
Komaeda was going to use his tongue some time or another. That thought alone
made him ache a little more along with the soft strokes Komaeda was applying to
him. He really wanted to drag this out, didn’t he?
In a moment of even more dread, Hinata paled when he hear another pair of
footsteps. No, hell no. Not another person! But thank his stars, it was Gundam
Tanaka, and knowing the company present at the table, he wouldn’t be straying
his focus too far away from those two.
He strode in with the air of regality, shoulders straight, chin slightly tilted
up. “How doth the heathens fare this foreboding evening?” he boomed, standing
before the table of friends, arms crossed in an aggressive manner. Where he was
standing, if he were looking at Hinata, he may be able to see a random pair of
hands fiddling with Hinata’s lower regions. The boy wasn’t going to take that
risk.
He had to have some mad improv skills to pull this off. “G-Gundam! Over there-
I think…Giga-P was it? Seems to be interested in something! I saw him stare off
in that direction,” he breathed, steadily getting more flustered from Komaeda’s
ceaseless touches. Wow, in a moment of sheer genius, he was able to recall one
of the outrageous names of Gundam’s hamsters. Pat on the back for you Hajime.
Not just the designated target, but all the other students as well followed
Hinata’s sudden finger to a corner of the room by the windows. Gundam let out a
low chuckle. “A perceptive one you are, expendable servant! One does not so
easily catch the manners of a Dark Lord without the guidance of an immortal
being such as I,” he remarked. Was that a compliment, or…?
Before Hinata had time to thank him, his chair was scooted forward so his
stomach was right to the edge of the table. Souda turned back to him for just a
second with a definitely skeptical look, but Hinata gave something of a
Dreamworks smirk and a nod, as if he really was just pushing himself in.
Gundam in that time had approached the specified corner and was thoroughly
scanning the ground, swiping it with his fingers. “Hmmmmm,” he hummed.
“Hmmmmmmmmm.” He seemed really intent on that random piece of ground Hinata had
chosen as a distraction.
Komaeda took this as his golden chance to get to licking the lollipop. In
reality, the two had rarely gotten this intimate, so it still felt like a shock
when Komaeda put his mouth to him. Not being able to resist this immeasurable
feeling of pleasure, Hinata gnawed his lower lip and made a sharp inhalation
through his nose.
Thankfully though, with an exclamation from Gundam that “Such a treasure I have
encountered! Lady Luck smiles at Gundam Tanaka today!”, the attention of those
in the dining area had been directed toward the other side of the room. That
didn’t do much to reassure Hinata he was completely free of their searching
eyes.
“Komaeda! Komaeda, stop that,” he whispered so low he did little more than
mouth the words. “Not now.” The other seemed not to have heard (or took it as a
challenge), as he went straight to taking Hinata down his throat, slipping his
tongue along the surface.
Being plunged into such a moist and warm area, Hinata’s voice rose higher than
intended when he begged, “Pleeeeease Komaeda, not now!” as his hands pulled at
the other’s head, half-heartedly tugging it away.
Now it was Sonia that had turned to him.
“I’m sorry, did you say something, Hinata-kun?” she wondered with not a trace
of accusation in her voice.
“Yeah, dude, you talkin’ to yourself?” Souda assumed, with much accusation in
his voice. Gundam, now wielding a half-full packet of sunflower seeds, also
faced the commotion.
Can’t give up now, Hajime; you’ve gotten so far. “I-I was just thinking how
GREAT it will FEEL once we reach an END to this testing. Yeah, then we can GO
BACK TO HIDING AWAY in our rooms and go about with our daily lives there,” he
strategically punctuated at the entire audience in the room. This sad excuse of
a cover-up really didn’t breach through though, as all eyes were on him like he
was the discovered culprit in a trial for murder.
“It seems the mortal is hiding a further truth, for he keeps some wicked
secrets in the darkness of oblivion,” Gundam ominously droned. “Prepare
yourself, as none can hide from the watchful eyes of the Four Dark Lords. I
pray they let you off lightly, suspicious one.”
Sonia, though just as wary, laid a hand upon Hinata’s shoulder, which she could
just barely discern as trembling. “Really, you should not hesitate to call in
for sickness. It appears some thing, whether of nature of the mind or body, is
ailing you.” With a jerk forward Hinata removed his shoulder instinctively from
her hand. “NOOooo, I’m fine, just a little faint from- from hunger!” he
blurted. It just so happened that at that moment Komaeda drew his hand lower to
squeeze Hinata’s balls as his mouth continued to work at his stiff muscle right
above. If anything, he only sped up his pace as fast as he could while creating
as little noise as possible that could be heard above the table rather than let
off at the others’ obvious notice.
Was this funny to him? Was Hinata’s suffering a step to bring out further
hilarity? Was it because he was a Reserve student?! Whatever force there was,
it was driving Komaeda to take Hinata in as fast and far as he could without
any intention of changing it up. At this rate, he was going to-
“So!! What did you find again, Gundam!” he chirped, desperate to regain his
normal composure.
With not a single person taking their eyes off Hinata, Gundam calculatedly
spoke, “Why, only the object of your urging, spiky-haired earthling. The
harvested sacrifices of those below to their Lords, the very seeds of the earth
that trembles.” Now at this point, even the pompous Gundam fidgeted
uncomfortably. “Have you not eyes, or is your soul closed to the world?”
No, no, stop looking at me, go pay attention to something else, look anywhere
but at me dammit! the turned on male frustratedly ordered telepathically. God,
save me!!!
In a burst of neon rays of the purest light to grace anyone’s eyes, a new
character quite literally flew into the tension-filled room with a “COME ON AND
SLAAAAAAAAAAAAM, AND WELCOME TO THE JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!”
As welcoming as the new distraction of Ibuki was, Hinata himself was so
surprised by the entrance that his entire body tensed up in defense, and of
course, he came right then. To hide whatever expression and noise he was
making, Hinata slammed his forehead on the table with a thump that echoed
through the entirety of the hall. Letting out a throaty grunt and squeezing his
eyes shut tight, he thrust Komaeda’s head forward to keep as little mess as
possible from spilling out. Sure, maybe he would choke for a little while, but
it was kind of a dick move to blow him under the table in the first place. He’d
apologize later anyway after explaining the situation.
“Yoooo, Hinata-kun, you alright there? Do Ibuki’s animated gestures really
cause that much pain?” she rather sheepishly queried.
At this point he really didn’t care. “Sometimes, they truly do.”
Oh, and there was one other order of business left to attend. “Sonia-san, I
think I’m going to have to take you up on that suggestion. I’m really sick-
sick of this,” he added, bonking Komaeda’s head from beneath the table.
End Notes
     I swear this isn't the first smut I've written
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