It wasn't expressing exactly what he wanted to say, and he knew how much this word triggered his neighbor who was already crushing his fragments in his hands, looking at the table with his face redder. "Just to symbolize that, hmm, you know, my "hope" is reaching you and your "hope" is reaching me." he made sure to mimic the quotation mark while he was using the word "hope". more or less, don't you think you should be the one having them?" "So they are like.showing that we have grown closer or whatever. "Look, those three-" he showed the first pile "-are from the time I spent with you Komaeda, this one is from this morning, when we were at the library." Hinata smiled remembering the good time he had while Komaeda's eyes lightened up at the memory. Yet he slowly separated the pieces that were forming his star. Hinata swallowed, maybe the idea was too cheesy. "I-I mean, since it's like, the proof that we are friends, shouldn't we. "You know, those things are supposed to represent our hope, right? I mean, the hope that is born from our bonds." he paused, slightly sighting, "I think it's kinda lame that I'm the one receiving my own hope." Hinata felt both intrigued gazes locked on him, his cheeks heated up. Komaeda was looking at them in silence, captivated by their doings. Look, you can actually make a pretty cute star." She started to move the fragments one by one with her index, putting them next to another, forming some sort of circle.
Hinata smiled, he could see how attached she was to them even with her monotone voice. "I got those two from you Hinata-kun, and those two from you Komaeda-kun." she explained, pointing respectively the two named piles. She disposed them on the table, making three groups. She lazily took six pastel pink fragments out of her pocket. That surprised Hinata, she would only do that when forced to, or when she was valuing the situation a lot. "Well, maybe Usami wanted us to understand the importance of friendship.", as she said that, Nanami paused her game, and put her console on the table. “Not to mention that these things just appear out of nowhere in our pockets.” They both sighted in unison. Why give them such meaningful name? You can't call this hope." "I wonder what they really are, Hope Fragments. Komaeda was curiously looking at the shining objects. I think.", her voice was as soft as if she had just woken up, immediately her eyes returned to the screen. The latter slowly rose her head, looking at Hinata with sleepy eyes while she was still playing on her Gamegirl.
He turned his gaze towards the third person in the room, who was sitting next to the SHSL Lucky Student. "Hmm, now that I think about it mines too and that no matter when or with who I got them." He put his hand back in his pocket, reaching out for other fragments to prove his point. Hinata frowned, showing his usual serious expression: "Do you mean the color might change depending on when you get them? I don't think so, mines have always been this color.". "Oh, that's true." he put one hand to his chin, sign that he was interested. "They are not the same color.", his was yellow, even with this much brightness he could tell it was totally different from the one Komaeda was holding. Hinata noticed his fragment was grey, silently, he took one of his and presented it to Komaeda. "Usami told us they represent the time spent with each other, right?" he paused, "Is this some kind of reward to keep us doing what she wants?", he looked almost annoyed. The other boy put his fragment between his index and thumb, rising his hand, to get a better look at it. He slid one hand in his pocket, feeling some pieces he kept with him, they always appeared in the same place: the right pocket of his jeans. Those weird crystals they had been receiving any time they were hanging out with someone, huh? Hinata had expected something more interesting. "Oh, that's a Hope Fragment.", he smiled a little. Komaeda rose his head to look at him, taken away from his thoughts, judging by how slow his answer was after he had spent seconds eyes locked into Hinata's: Hinata had been bored almost all day, resting his head on his hand, he had spotted the white-haired boy in front of him playing with a tiny, shining object, passing it from one finger to another. The light marine breeze was gently caressing their hair. The sun was piercing through the openings, spreading a bright orange, yet relaxing light everywhere in the room. It was the late afternoon, and they were sitting next to one entrance of the restaurant, no one else was around, they could only hear the sound of the waves, crashing against the shore, close, so close. "Hey Komaeda, what are you playing with?"
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