#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ!ɢᴀᴍᴇ ¦ 「 Nagito 」

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"Y'wanna know something dumb?" Hajime doesn't really wait for an answer. He knows Nagito, and he knows he'll always listen. Sometimes he does a hell of a lot of talking, too, but he has a way of hanging on Hajime's every word that makes him almost embarrassed to say such dumb shit half the time. It's sweet, though. It's very... Nagito.

"I thought you were straight at first.

"Yeah. Ibuki had to tell me, and she only thought it was worth bringing up because I was complaining about having a crush on a straight guy. Apparently everyone took one look at you and knew you were gay except me.

"I dunno, it's not important, I just... I mean, looking at us now? I cannot imagine you as a straight man. Hell, I can't even imagine you as not mine. And, uh, I feel pretty lucky about it."

-  ✩   「   @honeydewmuses​ ​​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Straddling Hajime Hinata’s lap, arms languidly wrapped around him and head tucked underneath his boyfriend’s chin, Nagito offers a soft hum at the question. He knows it’s not needed, Hajime not even waiting for the ambiguous sound. But Nagito doesn’t mind. Even if they both know perfectly well that he’ll listen to whatever it is Hajime has to say, he still wants to give a response. Wants to show that he’s paying attention. Few things are more disheartening than the feeling of no one listening to what you have to say. Than speaking only to be met with dismissal or silence or hatred… While Hajime would never meet the third from him— never intentionally and never purely —Nagito refuses to let him meet the first two either, or assume that he has.

Relaxed expression hints with an amused smile at the confession, Nagito briefly wondering if anyone else has made that mistake. Frankly, he wouldn’t be surprised if Hajime Hinata— an Ultimate Hope and one of the most intelligent people Nagito knows —was the only person to ever assume he was straight. It’s so laughable, so utterly endearing to think of him lamenting over garbage like Nagito, that Nagito feels his heart swell with even more fondness, body shifting to become more comfortable and hold tightening on his boyfriend with a soft chuckle.

And to think, Hajime feels lucky… Now THAT is what’s unimaginable. Most people would love for Nagito to not be a part of their life, of the world. He knows this for a fact. Sees it in their faces whenever he becomes ‘too much’ and hears it in their tones whenever they are unfortunate enough to speak with him. But that’s not important… He doesn’t expect to be liked. Definitely didn’t expect to be loved. Hajime provides him with both, even if the former fluctuates. But no matter how much he may be disliked by his boyfriend, he has yet to be unloved.

It’s… an interesting phenomenon. One that Nagito is certain he felt when consumed with a desperate need to hate Hajime for what he had become. Nagito has half-a-mind to inquire about this. To ask Hajime if he’s ever hated him before… but he miraculously holds his tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment with depressing thoughts.

❝  Oh? I thought Luck was my defining trait…  ❞  Nagito hums with faux curiosity as he pulls away to look at Hajime’s face, purposely ignoring that it was one of the many talents shoved into Izuru— one of the first he was told about by the incredible, if irritating, being —what feels like a lifetime ago. He’s not talking to Izuru. He’s talking to Hajime… and Hajime Hinata, in all his glorious hope and splendor, is still susceptible to Reserve Course jokes. Provided NAGITO is the one saying them.  ❝  I guess we can strike Ultimate Gaydar from the list of possible talents for you.  ❞  

Pressing his lips against Hajime’s in a gentle kiss, soft and slow as he smiles into the affection— wanting to take his chance before his tease could possibly change the tender tone of the conversation —Nagito peppers a few more along the corner of Hajime’s mouth, trailing them down his jaw before Nagito returns to his place nestled into the crook of Hajime’s neck. Breathing in deeply with a softly exhaled sigh, he closes his eyes and enjoys the scent and warmth of his boyfriend, unashamedly melting into Hajime’s presence as if it were a drug. Maybe it is. If that’s the case, Nagito gladly intoxicates himself with it.

❝  You shouldn’t be too embarrassed though… You’re not the only one who misses the obvious.  ❞  Nagito murmurs, lids lowering heavily as his body relaxes against Hajime. Gazing down through pale lashes, he focuses on the smooth skin in front of him,  ❝  For the longest time, I assumed you hated me… Although, at least my assumption made sense.  ❞  More sense than this ever could.

….  ❝  Have you ever hated me?  ❞  

Looks like he couldn’t hold his tongue after all.   「 ☆ 」

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