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Hinata didn't think he'd see smoke coming from the kitchen first thing in the morning. To be truthful, weirder things have happened on this island, but.. this was a bit strange, especially this early in the morning of all things. He just wanted to get a head start on his day. Bracing himself and taking a breath, he trudged towards the door to the kitchen of the restaurant, but first putting his ear against the door to check if someone was actually in there and there wasn't a weird kitchen entity or something. "N-No.. aah, what bad luck.. I'm pretty sure I followed the instructions correctly too.." a voice frantically muttered from inside - a voice he was far too familiar with. Hinata let out a breath he didn't know he was holding at that, though that raised a question that immediately popped up in his brain. What the heck was Komaeda doing in the kitchen this early? Only one way to find out, he supposed. He lightly rapped against the door with his knuckles. "Oh, um.. yes?"

He was often always told he thought too much, for someone who wasn't good with his emotions. He would agree, if he cared to acknowledge what they were saying, but most of the time he just didn't, choosing to not pay them any attention. He thought about various things, he wondered how he was still sane or managed to talk coherently if he chose to talk. Most would regard him as a quiet kid, usually keeping to himself, which is why he always heard "you look like you think a lot" or "you're too stuck in your own head" and again, he ignored them, as usual, but lately.. it wasn't as easy. He didn't know how emotions worked, emotionally stunted as he was, so this feeling was strange to him. He couldn't quite place it, but maybe it was.. fear? He never thought bad thoughts, or what could be regarded as bad thoughts, maybe debating his humanity some days but really it was a valid concern he thought. His therapist didn't seem to think as much but oh well. He just wished on certain nights