#nagito komaeda oneshot
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frickingnerd · 2 months ago
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you're mine (but not really)
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pairing: nagito komaeda x gn!reader (+hajime hinata)
summary: you ask nagito to be your date to a party. but he takes things too serious when hajime shows interest in you...
tags: fake dating / relationship, jealous!nagito, use of y/n, silly & wholesome fluff, nagito & hajime crushing on reader
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nagito watched, as you laughed and talked with hajime, his heart twisting whenever you'd softly touch his arm or lean in a bit. he knew that you liked hajime. it was obvious to everyone but hajime. and nagito liked you. which seemed to be obvious to everyone but you.
nagito gritted his teeth, before forcing himself to look away. he knew you didn't like him the same way you liked hajime. he knew, he should've never got his hopes up, when you asked him to accompany you to this party and play your date, to get hajime a bit jealous. but nagito genuinely thought that perhaps this could be more than just pretend. yet here you were, spending your evening with hajime, when nagito should be the one by your side.
finally, he couldn't take it anymore. you had asked him to play the part of your date, to get hajime jealous, so he might as well do just that!
“who's this guy you're talking to, my love~?”
nagito surprised you from behind, wrapping an arm around your waist, while glaring at hajime. yet the second you looked up at him, he had the sweetest smile on his lips.
“oh, i haven't introduced you yet. this is hajime! and this is…”
“i'm y/n's boyfriend, nagito”
hajime had looked a bit uncomfortable ever since nagito joined the conversation, but now he had to swallow hard. he really did not want to get into trouble by flirting with someone else's partner.
“ah, i– i had no idea! it's so nice to meet you!”
hajime reached out his hand with a smile. nagito hesitated, before reaching out his free hand, his other one still holding onto you. he wouldn't let go of you, until hajime was gone. he'd play the part that you wanted him to play, even if it would ruin your chances with hajime. or rather, because it would ruin your chances with hajime. maybe you'd settle for him then…
“the pleasure is all mine, hajime”
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m-y-fandoms · 2 years ago
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Commission: Nagito Komaeda and Kokichi Ouma - Kissing/Makeout Headcanons + First Kiss Drabble
Fic premise assumes you are the S/O (established relationship or crush) and WANT to be kissed by them, keep this in mind.
Word count: 2.6k words
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Nagito Komaeda
Nagito is very ill (obviously) both mentally and physically. With this in mind and just seeing how he acts in-game, I have always retained the idea that he has different sides of himself. I think a lot of the time, the illness gets to his head.
Which Nagito you get can change day by day depending on his mood, his goals, or his current mental state, as we see in-game. Think of how he acts in the beginning of Chapter 1 versus say Chapter 5.
There was a very smug, passive-aggressive (and sometimes just plain aggressive), and sharp-witted Nagito…
Or the giggling, self-hating, hope-gasming mess of a man Nagito.
As his S/O, you got both sides, and both sides would serve you in his own way. He would always strive to please you, even if his methods and words sometimes weren’t the best.
After all, he wouldn’t have fallen in love with you if he didn’t see you as a beacon of hope. You were worthy in every way to him, even when he felt like he didn’t deserve you.
Early into your relationship, Nagito would be very needy, in disbelief that someone like him could have someone like you. He’d be touch-starved, nearly worshiping your body as you made out.
His hands would shake as he ran them up and down your sides while you kissed, clawing at your scalp, desperate to pull you in as if he’d lose you if he didn’t.
He’d be out of breath, ragged, not wanting to separate from you. He wouldn’t believe you would want to be near him, much less lock lips with him. He would savor every second, heart beating wildly in his chest. He would feel like he could pass out at any second.
As your relationship progressed and you two got more comfortable being romantic and vulnerable around each other, he would become more confident and initiate the connections between you two more often.
There would still be times where he acted a bit strange or timid, even in your trusted presence, but now making out with you was something he wanted to enjoy regularly, craved and needed, rather than an occurrence he thought would never happen to him in a million years.
He warms up to you like an engine, going from clinging to you and asking between kisses why you have feelings for a mess like him, to leaving you speechless and breathless as he pushes you up against the wall of your private cottage. He’d cage you in with his arms on either side of you, wanting you only to himself, biting at your bottom lip.
He’d become greedy with your touch and time, dragging you away from the group to make out in your room and tell you how you drive him wild.
The First Kiss
You sat on the floor of Nagito’s cabin with him like you did pretty much every night, cross-legged and hiding a hand of cards from him so he couldn’t cheat. He won nearly every time anyway, so he didn’t need that extra advantage. You enjoyed whisking him away for alone time like this. You found that many of your classmates either didn’t like Nagito or didn’t understand him. Most found him odd, even those who called him a friend. He never saw their judgements or little jabs as hurtful because he thought he deserved it. It made you really enjoy the time spent between only the two of you, because there was no judgement toward him, no stress. You could just be yourselves. He could even tell you about his ideals and plans for hope for the world all he wanted without being side-eyed. You often talked for hours as you played video games you borrowed from Chiaki and ate snacks. 
Everyone knew you two were a thing, a close friendship that had blossomed into a mutual crush. You were rarely seen without the other, and in fact most had an inkling that if Nagito wasn’t with you, he was up to something. 
You had a lot of fun with him, despite his constant questioning of your feelings for him: asking why you’d want to even be around someone like him, assuring you that he knew he could be a bother. He felt like he was a waste of your time, and you were slowly getting him out of the habit of feeling that way.
Now into early hours of the morning, everyone else was fast asleep for the night. Nagito walked you back to your cabin in the dark of the humid night, lit only by small lanterns adorning the cottage walls. This was your routine. Once in a while you fell asleep in his bed while he slept on the floor with a single blanket and pillow but him walking you back to your room before then was the norm. He’d casually wrap his coat around your shoulders on the rare occasion it was chilly, sometimes risk awkwardly reaching for your hand. He’d never been forward with you thus far, making it clear that while he wanted more, he didn’t feel like he deserved it. He wasn’t the best choice for you. He was meant to support you, to bolster your hope, not be a romantic equal. Tonight, it felt a little different, though. You wanted your relationship to move to the next level. You were going crazy, left with only the gentle embraces or leaning against him on his bed to satisfy you until your next fix. You needed more.
“Well… goodnight (Y/N),” Nagito flashed you a sideways grin, hesitating as if something were on his mind before turning to return to his cabin alone. You’d met his eyes and he looked away, already beginning his trek back. You reached out, grasping the tips of his fingers then securely moving your way up his arm to halt him.
“Nagito, wait…” He snapped his ghostly white face back to you immediately, expectantly almost…
“Yeah?” You swallowed nervously, losing the confidence and adrenaline rush when his eyes searched yours. He had a way of making butterflies appear in your stomach. He was just… so pretty, especially in the low lighting, especially with your nerves on fire. “What is it, (Y/N)...?” He stepped closer when the silence lingered.
“I, well… don’t go, yet…” You struggled to find the words. You couldn’t just ask straight out, right?
“Okay… I’ll stay. Is something wrong?” He hadn’t known you to ever be nervous or at a loss of words around him. That was everyone else’s job.
“Well, I want to… well…” he stepped a bit closer and your heart rate picked up. “Is it okay if maybe, I kiss you?” He felt his heart sink. His eyes went wide, pupils blown out in disbelief, but yet he stepped closer, as if his body and mind were at opposition.
“What? You want to kiss someone like me? Why would you-”
“If you don’t want to, please, it’s okay. Seriously, we don’t have to-.” You started back tracking immediately, thinking maybe you’d gone too far. 
“Well of course I want to, but… I mean someone like me would only soil you. Can you imagine my filthy lips on y-”
“I do imagine your lips… a lot.” You spoke barely above a whisper, and he moved closer once more, until your chest lightly bumped against his.
“Really? Wow, I can’t imagine such a shining beacon of hope such as yourself wanting anything to do with me…” His eyes darted between yours and your bottom lip, feeling the stirrings of desire in the pit of his stomach.
“You say that a lot, you know… I wish you wouldn’t.” You tilted your head slightly, leaning in gently, extending your neck just barely.
“Are you sure about this?” His voice took on a slightly husky tone, and he didn’t stop you when your lips bumped against his, so reluctantly, so jittery. When he didn’t pull away, you pressed a little harder.
Almost like his cautious and unsure mood from just before was a merely a farce, he tilted his head to match, and his lips melted into yours like they were meant to fit together. Touch-starved and needy, he brought two shaky hands up to clutch onto your shoulders, as if you’d blow away with the wind if he didn’t. Allowing you very little time or room to breathe, his tongue found its way past your lips and brushed against yours. He felt you return the gesture with even more enthusiasm, and you heard as much as felt him moan into your mouth. The rumble in his chest sent sparks to your brain. He moved one hand around your waist, the other grabbing the back of your neck desperately, pulling you further in when you couldn’t physically be any closer. He was frantic, needing more and more of you. His mind was racing with so many thoughts at once.
Needing air urgently, you pulled away and found him hesitant to let go. So you didn’t. Not wanting to part from him either, you rested your forehead against his, bringing your hands up to run through his cloud of messy white locks.
Kokichi Ouma
Kokichi is not shy.
He is bold, teasing, and very loud about his feelngs for you.
Because while he loved to lie, your flustered reactions to his affections were so much more rewarding.
When it came to kissing, well there was no better way to rile you up and get that reaction he was looking for.
He loves PDA.
Kissing you in public was not only a way to mess with you, but to show the world you belonged to him.
He would do drive by kisses, running up to you for a peck then scampering off before you had a moment to process.
He would make bets, games, dares where you had to kiss him if you lost.
Kokichi was not nice.
When he made out with you in the privacy of your own dorm rooms, he was rough and unforgiving. He liked your little yips and gasps of surprise.
He would nibble at your jaw…
Bite your bottom lip a little too hard and lick up the bead of blood that spilled out…
Wrap one hand around your throat to keep you in place…
Sometimes he would tease you, hovering his lips over yours until you were nearly begging him to just kiss you already.
Your embarrassment was super cute to him.
When he was really into it, sometimes he’d pull at your hair or grab your backside, and when your lips parted to gasp, shoved his tongue in, an opportunist.
The First Kiss
You were traipsing about with Kokichi, investigating the newly unlocked areas of the academy. Exploring the vast and mysterious campus was daunting alone, but super fun with Kokichi by your side. You bounced between recently opened labs while Kokichi bothered their owners.
After a while, as the day was winding down and you’d begun to run low on energy, you sat with Kokichi on the top step of the flight of stairs just down the hall from Kiyo’s lab. The atmosphere was dark and gloomy, like the set of a horror film. You’d never have come up to this floor alone. You wondered why such a cheery girl like Angie had her lab - used to create beautiful art - on such a spooky floor. Kokichi, of course, had been messing with you the whole time, claiming he’d seen a dark shadow down the hall or that he swore he heard Kiyo hatching an evil plan in his lab earlier. You’d punched his shoulder, begging him to cut it out before you ran back to your dorm and left him behind. Looking down the creaky steps, you spoke a warning to him:
“Kokichi, I’m serious! You know this place freaks me out already. I don’t need you adding to i- mmph!” Your words were cut off, muffled into an awkward noise when Kokichi’s lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes widened in shock, but his were closed as he kissed you and pulled back just as fast. He leaned back on his hands, smirking mischeviously at you.
“W-what was that for?!” You sputtered, feeling your pulse throb in your chest.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Kokichi feigned innocence, his mouth agape in a childish look of guilt.
“You kissed me???” Your brows furrowed suspiciously.
“Well, I like you!” He grinned genuinely. “I know you like me too~! I heard you talking to Saihara about it the other day!” You were shocked at his apparent spying on you and would address it later, but he was right. You did have a crush on Kokichi, and you’d spoken to your close friend Shuichi about it at length, but you’d never have told Kokichi himself. You expected a swift and humiliating rejection if you did. You liked Kokichi a lot actually, but thought that to him, you were nothing more than a plaything, a way to avoid boredom because you tolerated him unlike most of your peers. A friend at most. 
Your mind was racing, wondering how he could confess his feelings for you so bluntly, so plainly… Wasn’t he nervous at all? Was this a lie? Who can state that they like someone as more than a friend so casually?
But then you remembered that this was Kokichi. He wasn’t like other people. He was unique, for sure. You’d never met anyone like him.
“If you knew, why didn’t you tell me before?” You questioned, disbelief in your voice. He really was something else. “Ahhh!” You cried out as you were pushed backwards suddenly, now laying flat on the floor against the landing of the stairs. Kokichi jumped astride you, ignoring your question and straddling your waist. With a devilish grin he looked at you, pinned down below him. “Kokichi!” You squealed, not able to do much else. Your limbs felt like jelly and you couldn’t make eye contact with him.
“Awww I love that embarrassed expression on you~! You know, (Y/N)... you’re kinda cute this way.” He leaned down, letting the tip of his nose wiggle against yours. “You want more?” He mused, his tone low and impish. Turning your head away from him shyly, you paused, thinking about if you should humiliate yourself by playing along first, before nodding in response.
“Then beg for it…” he frowned down at you, deadly serious and commanding an intimidating presence.
“Stop it, Kokichi! You’re being cruel…” You threw an arm over your eyes, obscuring him from view, wishing you could just disappear at this very moment. You couldn’t take the teasing anymore. You were used to it from him, but not in this way. Never in this way.
“Come on now… if you act like that, I won’t kiss you ever again!” He crinkled his nose and furrowed his brow in disapproval. Your ears perked up at that, and you acted on instinct, reaching up and grabbing his checkered bandana in a vice-like grip. His mouth fell agape just a little, brows raising. “Oh, so that’s how it is~” he snickered. 
He knew he had you in his trap, just where he wanted you. You tugged on the bandana, and he let you, bringing his lips down to hover right above yours. You closed your eyes expectantly, waiting for a kiss that never came. After a second, you felt the weight of his body lift off of you, and your eyes fluttered open in disappointment.
“Kokichi?” You sat up to see him already a few steps ahead of you, ready to make a break for it.
“Tell you what… if you can catch me, I’ll take you back to your room and kiss you all you want~!” He gestured flippantly to you, waving his hand, and took off at the speed of light.
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kotton-kandy953 · 5 months ago
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━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳
➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader
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title page┆word count: 2.6k┆warnings: SPOILERS FOR SDR2 !! cursing, harassment, mentions of self-harm, obsessive behavior, stalking┆a/n: when I wrote this one-shot, I actually didn’t play dr2 up to this point. so sorry if it’s a bit off from the storyline.
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LETHAL ━ in game ! nagito komaeda x fem ! reader
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━ ABOUT Y/N
ever since this killing game has begun, Nagito has shown stalker-ish and obsessive tendencies towards you.
but everything is going to be alright since he's tied up and unable to cause any more harm to others. Right?
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⤷ ❝ 𝖄/𝕹
Today, it's your turn." The red headed girl said as she shoved a tray of food towards your face.
Blinking in bewilderment, you protested, "huh?- My turn for what?"
Mahiru sighed, "To feed Nagito. He refuses to eat and I can't get through to him. I can't just let him starve."
You looked around the room for any other faces. Only a few were in the dining hall at the time, "But why are you coming to me of all people? You know I hate him."
"Please, Y/n. Just this once. He seems to only be fond of you." You looked up into her eyes then back down to the tray she held out before herself.
"Ugh... fine."
You grabbed the tray and walked past the freckled girl and into the room where Nagito was held.
When you entered, you couldn't help but notice how his previously dull eyes lit up when he saw your semi-frustrated expression.
"Y/n! How's it going!? I haven't seen you since... since the trial a few days ago! Has it been a few days? I don't know! I've lost track of time from being down here for so long..." he began to go on and on about how he missed you and being free to roam about the island.
You found the way he spoke about you a little... creepy.
You figured that he and Hajime would be friends because when you first met him they were together.
So why isn't he talking about how he misses his other friends?
Does he not have any?
Then what were you to him—?
"-Hey, it seems you got something there for me...?" You watched as he struggled to sit up in his restraints.
"I wasn't really hungry when Mahiru was attempting to force this food down my throat. But now that you're here my appetite has returned." A light red blush formed on his cheeks as he spoke.
He smiled crazily as he stared down at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with you.
"Crazy, isn't it?"
His words sent chills down your spine. It wasn't what he had said, it was the delivery of the words.
You knew he was tied up for being dangerous but...
...you're starting to think he's actually insane.
Slowly, you took a few step towards him then kneeled down. "I don't want to be here so I'm going to make this go as quickly as possible," you muttered to him.
You grabbed the spoon and scooped up some of the food on the plate. You're surprised it didn't get cold while he was busy yapping about his misfortune.
You glance up at him while bringing the spoon up to his face. His cheeks were redder than ever and his face had a smile as if he was struggling to contain his excitement.
"Can you... uh..." you nervously muttered, not wanting to say those horrid words.
Nagito's smile faded and he just smirked, "Can I...?"
He knew exactly what you wanted to ask.
He just wanted to hear it come out of your mouth.
You fought back your embarrassment before finally spitting the words out, "open your mouth."
You brought the spoon closer to his sealed lips that refused to budge.
Until he spoke again, that is.
"I can't hear you, Y/—" without hesitation, you shoved the spoon in his mouth.
You watched him gag a bit before finally swallowing the food, "Wh- what the heck!?"
"You took you long." You shrugged.
He stared at you with a bit of a hurt expression.
"You're so fucking dramatic" You rolled your eyes.
You scooped up some more food and taunted it in front of his face, "You want me to tell you, 'here comes the air plane' each time I feed you or something?" You held back a laugh.
He smiled and looked down at the tray, "Y'know... you look really cute right now."
His gaze met yours once again.
"You just being here makes me feel way better despite this despair-inducing situation."
Before you let yourself get flustered, you remembered that he was chained up for being the cause of someone else's murder.
And that he's crazy.
"Shut up." You gave no reaction to his affectionate words.
You awkwardly lifted the spoon up to his lips, watching him chew at an agonizingly slow pace.
"Could you chew any slower..." you sighed, thinking he was doing this just to get on your nerves.
Not to keep you by his side for longer than you desired.
"Are you going to chew it for me?"
He smiled, "To be honest, I'd really prefer it that way."
An extremely disgusted look grew on your (s/c) face.
There's no way he's fucking for real right now, you thought.
"This'd go way faster if you stopped your weird form of flirting..."
"'Flirting?' Hah, I wish..." he looked down, avoiding eye contact.
You moved a bit closer to his face, confusion overtaking your features.
"I don't understand how you could believe that such a lowly piece of scum as myself could attempt to flirt with a beautiful girl like you."
He suddenly jerked his upper body closer to you, your lips just barely grazing his.
Out of shock of his sudden movements, you stumbled back with a bright red blush forming on your face.
Was he trying to...
"Y/n, what's the matter?" he frowned when he witnessed you frantically moving away from his restrained body.
...Was he trying to fucking kiss me!?
"Don't tell me you're... you're afraid of me?"
Nagito's crazed smile faded. A genuine look of curiosity shown on his pale face, "afraid... No, you can't be afraid of me..."
He repeated that sentence over and over, it looked like he was more or so talking to himself rather than you.
"Well, why am I surprised." He chuckled, reassuring only himself, "I'd be completely frightened if some disgusting piece of garbage wanted my company. Even if it were for a little while."
"No, that's not it," You moved a bit closer to the white haired male but still keeping a distance.
"It's just that... I was a bit uncomfortable, that's all."
He blinked for a few seconds, processing your words. Then, a wide smile spread across his face.
"'Uncomfortable!' Of course!! I just invaded your personal space, haha! I'm just utterly too stupid to understand how that made you feel..." he then began yapping about how much of a waste he was as a person and how he couldn't have been more stupid.
The way he wouldn't stop degrading himself was slightly concerning. But you still didn't say anything regarding the topic.
"Could you please just eat? I didn't come here to socialize." You blurted out, putting an abrupt halt to his mindless rambling.
"My apologies, Y/n!" He nervously chuckled, "I haven't been around you- or anyone for that matter- in a super long time! So when I finally get company I can't—"
You shoved the spoon in his mouth again and muttered, "Do you have an 'off' button."
You yanked the spoon out of his mouth then let him swallow his food.
"Do you want to find it?"
• • •
"Why the hell isn't he tied up anymore!?" You desperately asked Hajime as he sat at a table in the dining hall.
You had a feeling he'd have the answer.
Hajime only sighed in response, he seemed a bit frustrated himself.
"Monomi freed him, hoping that we could all get along and investigate Mahiru's murder together."
You displayed an immensely frightened expression as you heard the words coming out of the brown haired boy's mouth.
"I don't think this is a very good idea," You said, feeling your heartbeat beat beginning to
accelerate.
"Why not?" You almost shouted.
Hajime looked up at you with curious eyes. Those eyes soon turned into ones displaying deep concern when he had noticed your state.
"Y/n? Wh- what's wrong!?" He stood up from his seat.
"Nagito is kind of..." you slowly brought up a trembling hand you rub your arm, "...weird."
He hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder, "Weird how?" Hajime's voice grew with more and more concern.
"What did he do to yo—"
"-Hey, Hajime!" You heard a loud, frighteningly familiar, voice ringing out in the dining hall as they entered.
Slowly, both you and your brown haired friend turned around to see the person you probably hated the most right now.
"Speak of the devil..." The green eyed protagonist angrily muttered under his breath.
It was silent between the three of you before, of course, Nagito made the decision to speak up, "So what were you guys talking about?"
He grabbed your hand and yanked you towards himself, "H- Hey!!"
"I hope it wasn't super important because I need Y/n for something real quick—"
He was just about to drag you off somewhere despite your desperate struggle against him.
Only for Hajime to tightly grab onto his forearm.
"let go of her, Nagito." He said with a cold glare.
The white haired male just returned it with an even more threatening look.
I look at said that he could murder him right then and there.
Then, with a obviously fake smile, Nagito freed your hand from his grasp.
"haha," he chuckled, "I guess right now's a bad time?"
He watched as Hajime gently pushed you away from him, striking a nerve Nagito never thought he had.
What made him think that he could just touch you whenever he wanted like that?
It made him sick.
"I'll take my leave now," the green eyed male awkwardly turned and walked away.
"Bye, Y/n and Hajime!"
Neither you or Hajime returned his farewell.
Once the odd male was completely out of eyesight and earshot, the brown haired protagonist was beginning to ask you the question he would have asked earlier if it weren't for Nagito.
"Y/n, Wha—"
"-It's getting late. I'm going to sleep." You began walking out of the dining hall and towards the cottages.
Hajime blinked in confusion, "It's barely 3pm..."
• • •
Once in your cottage, you made sure to lock the door behind yourself. Only so he couldn't barge his way inside.
You've never told anyone about Nagito.
You felt that if you did, it would somehow get back to him and you don't know what he'd do...
...you don't know what he'd do if the whole island found out that he's a crazy stalker.
You don't exactly have proof, but you've caught him following you around the island a few times from the corner of your eye.
Whenever he'd speak to you, his affectionate compliments and remarks made you uncomfortable.
And you've even had a few of your more personal items gone missing, but that couldn't have been only him...
...right?
So that's why when you found out that Nagito was free to roam around the island you started to freak out.
Nothing would end well for anyone if Nagito does turn out to be some crazy stalker.
Or are you just being a little paranoid?
You didn't go to sleep at that time, you couldn't go to sleep.
Everyone was out there trying to solve a murder case while you're alone in your cottage.
Sulking about your misfortune.
After laying in bed for a good five minutes you decided it would be best to help everyone out than to isolate yourself all day.
But that was before you got a knock at your door.
You waited for the unwanted guest to go away, but the knocking grew harder and more urgent.
With a sigh, you walked over to the door and cracked it open a tiny bit.
You expected to see Hajime, still asking that question he never got to finish.
But it was worse.
He was...
"...Nagito?" You asked.
The white haired male seemed a bit worried as he stood there, "Y/n, I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way lately..." Nagito began as he diverted his eyes to the ground.
"I... I wanted to let you know that earlier if Hajime didn't..." He trailed off, noticing how you barely kept the door cracked open to see his face.
A frown formed on his lips.
"Can you please open the door, please? I just... I just want to see you." Nagito begged, desperately trying to get a glimpse of your face from outside the door.
You really didn't want to... but you hesitantly began opening the door all the way.
Which was your most horrible mistake yet.
Nagito forced his way inside and quickly made his way towards your completely frightened figure.
You stumbled back, out of shock.
I knew I shouldn't have!!—
Your frantic thoughts were cut short by his arms snaking their way around your waist. You struggled and shouted as he swiftly used his heel to shut the door.
You were about to let out a scream before his hand came up to cover your mouth.
Tears brimmed in your eyes as you stared up at him in horror.
"I knew you or your little friends wouldn't let me talk to you in private. — so I had to do it the hard way..." Ignoring his futile attempts to calm you down, you screamed and struggled in his arms.
Despite growing frustrated with your resistance, he only shushed you and pressed your head against his chest. "Why are you being so difficult? I won't hurt you."
He quietly chuckled to himself, "Oh, who am I kidding? What's makes me think that some beautiful girl would want scum like me to be in love with her."
You froze at his words.
'In... love?'  You thought.
He noticed your reaction and blushed bright red, "Was it not obvious, Y/n? I am so madly in love with you I don't know what to do!!"
He moved his to the back of your head and forced you to look up at his face. His dull, green eyes, filled with nothing but lust and love for you, bore deeply into yours.
Your irises shook in fear at his next words.
"You're so pretty that every time I look at you it makes me want to gouge my eyes out," he said with a crazed smile growing on his face.
His breathing grew heavier and his cheeks flushed bright red.
He softly caressed your face and let his thumb trace over your lips as he started regulating his erratic breathing.
"I noticed that you've stopped reacting... is it that you're frozen with fear?"
He leaned even closer to your face, his breath brushing against your lips.
You tried moving your head away but he only jerked you closer.
Resulting in you sharing your first kiss with your stalker.
Once he finally pulled away from the horrid kiss, he whispers, "I love you so much, Y/n."
"And the Hope living deep inside of you."
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lxvenderdreamy · 2 years ago
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🍀~Good Boy~🍀
🍋Sub! Nagito Komeada x Soft!Dom! Reader🍋
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CW:Contains praising kink, handjob, self-degradation (we all know whose that’s coming from, just one time), orgasm denial, first time writing smut on this blog
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“O-Oh..~ Y-Y/n..” Nagito said as he panted. He bit his lip as your hand went up and down on his member, he tried to stifle in his moans of pure pleasure as he closed his eyes tightly. He felt felt your thumb teasing his tip. “Mhmm..D-Don’t..tease me, Y/n..” Nagito stammered out.
“Now, who said that you could give such orders, love?” You whispered in his ear. “You wanna be a good boy for me, hm?” You cooed in his ear. Nagito whined at that. He leaned against you, you could feel his hot breath on your neck.
“R-Right…hmph..~!” Nagito panted. “D-Don’t listen—to a filthy..hngh..~ s-slut like me..-A-Ah..~!!” Nagito gasped as you quickened your pace on his cock, your hand gently squeezing it softly. You clicked your tongue as you shook your head. “Now, if your gonna do that then I guess I should just…Oh I don’t know—stop?” You said sweetly. Nagito perked up when you said that, shaking his head. “N-No..! P-Please Y/n..please let me finish..I-I promise i’ll be good!” Nagito whined out. You smirked as you stroked his cock faster. Nagito gasped as he felt your pace get faster, a slight squelching noise came from the fast pace on his cock. He felt himself getting closer, he felt himself about to go into bliss as his orgasm made way.
But it all went down when he felt your hand remove itself. Nagito whimpered at the lost of orgasm, trying to thrust into your hand desperately. “Y-Y/n..? Wh-Why did you..?”
“Do what?” You asked innocently. “Are you belittling how I do things in this form of interaction?” You asked, giving him a side eye, Nagito’s breath hitched. “N-No..n-not at all..p-please allow me to release…please i’ll be good..” Nagito begged, tears prickling into the corners of his eyes. You snickered as you kissed his head. “Awww, my poor boy, you wanna release? You wanna be a good boy for me?” You cooed. Nagito nodded quickly and desperately.
You slowly wrapped your hand around his cock and his breath hitched once more. Quickly, you started back at the same exact pace. Fast. Nagito gasped as he threw his head back as he let out choked moans of pleasure from his throat.
“Y-Y/n..~!! Oh Y/n~!!!” Nagito moans out, feeling his legs shake. He could feel your look of love but also excitement as you watched as he broke. He didn’t mind at all. It turned him on so much to be your cute little plaything.
“Oh—Oh fuck..I-I-I’m gonna..! I’m gonna cum..~!” Nagito moaned out. He felt that pleasure and that knot in his stomach, he felt his mind going into a bliss.
“Come on, love.” You whispered into his ear. Despite him about to cum, he still made room for him to hear you. “Cum for me. Be a good boy and cum for me.” You cooed out.
As if it was on command, he let out one last moan as he came heavily. White pearl spurts of cum t out of his cock. Some got on your hand as you smirked. Nagito panted, letting out some jolts as you stroked his cock a few more times before pulling away. You kisses him softly. “You did so good for me, Nagito. I’m so proud of you.” You said with a smile. Nagito leaned into the crook of your neck, panting. He felt his heart warm up at your praise.
Maybe his luck isn’t all so bad.
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karugoround · 2 years ago
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[...] It reminded him of that story Matsuda once told him. The reason why Hajime was there. How the scientists, wearing protective suits, entered the containment room one night, just to find Izuru Kamukura eating moths because no one had fed him in weeks. The little humanity that the superiors had left made them decide to call someone, someone stupid enough to risk their life to take care of the experiment. Hajime took 0.4 seconds to accept the job.
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isyloveslife · 1 year ago
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A doodle of how these mfs would act in a class trial, with the protags crying in the corner
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dansconcepts · 5 months ago
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Balloons
A (not so) little Komahina drabble with a Kyouko (and hints of Naegiri) preamble based on this interaction from the Danganronpa Summer Camp game (and yes I 100% bought it and for full price because I'm really silly but I'm so committed for the interactions like JSKAJSKSKA I want them to be happy so bad):
Hajime: You make the flower petals like this, attach the stem… and there ya go, done! Kyouko: Huh, you're surprisingly dexterous. Kyouko: Would you mind if I took this flower? Hajime: Sure, no problem at all. Kyouko: Thanks. Keep up the good work. Kyouko exits. Hajime: I know it's a fake flower, but… giving it to a girl is still kinda embarrassing. Hajime: And to Kyouko, no less. I hope she doesn't tell the boys that she got it from me…
The detective thumbs at the rubbery material, indeed appreciating Hajime’s workmanship. He truly does seem capable of plenty, even if it was like a jack of all trades. But oftentimes is better than a master of one. She retorts her silent conjecture. And indeed, it shows in the way his determination seems to spark around people who are motivated in their passions.
It is just like the creation of this flower. The happy yellow it sprouts reminds her of a certain classmate. She has no need to act coy to herself, it is prevalent to her that her emotions have strayed to a place she never anticipated them to go.
Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Luck. He has shown time and time again he was more than such a title. Every time he asks questions, remarks on a viewpoint she hadn’t considered, provides patience and calmness when she is unable to compose herself quickly enough… he was endearing and dependable, the type that she can’t help but be drawn to in the midst of the chaos that was her detective duties.
Perhaps she will present this flower to Makoto. It may not be overly affectionate, but she knows Makoto enjoys small acts with messages as simple as “being thought about”. It’s an idea to scoff at, with his easy going personality being the most digestible compared to her fellow classmates. He is, quite often, considered by everyone as the de facto leader of their class the moment he stepped up in second year. His development was quite admirable and impressive. Everyday, he will be greeted by everyone and talked to in one way or the other.
In that sense, it is easier to dismiss his more anxious side, melancholic and self-loathing. Although caring for others is not very easy for her despite the strides being taken by her classmates, there is something about Makoto that makes her feel adequate in giving him an ear to listen to rather than forcing physical affection.
“Kirigiri?” A soft voice pushes through her reverie. Lavender eyes trail up to stark white hair, and a more casual outfit than she has ever seen him wearing. It reflects the setting of the festival however, and she endeavours to say as much-
“I apologize for interrupting you with my presence. I know you must have more important matters than looking upon trash like me,” Kyouko’s mouth closes. Nothing has prepared her to treat this sudden situation. She is aware of Komaeda’s low self-esteem and the way it manifests, but she has never been on its receiving end and is uncertain how to proceed. Komaeda continues on regardless, “I saw this flower balloon had flown out of your hands and I managed to get it back in one piece. How lucky!”
Indeed, in his hand is the yellow flower balloon that she must have let go of during her musings. She takes it from him and nods. “Thank you Komaeda.”
He beams. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all, I’m very happy to help. It’s really the least I could do for an Ult- for such an admirable person.”
She notices the intentional slipping of the word “Ultimate”, but does not make any move to indicate her recognition of it. Clearly, it was a habit of his he was trying to stop, if his behaviour is any indication.
“Although," Komaeda says, "I did find it strange you had a balloon with you.”
“Hinata is the one making them. Although his repertoire was limited, he does what he offers quite well.”
The Ultimate Lucky student hums, turning his head back in the direction of where Hinata’s table was. “Really now? How fascinating.” He looks to the ground, and she wonders what he is pondering about.
She remembers seeing them together often, albeit in passing. She notes that their position relative to the celebration is quite distant, out closer to the beach, but still close enough to see most of the attractions. Hmm… “From what I observed, he still has about half a package of balloons left. I’m quite certain you can get one from him.”
Kyouko studies the way Komaeda turns to her warily. She has a hunch now though, and she states, “He would gladly give you one, regardless of what occurs. I think he will appreciate a more familiar presence supporting him.”
Some emotions seem to dart across Komaeda’s face, but she cannot process them all in time before it settles. He sighs. “Ah, I suppose you figured me out. As expected of the Ultimate Detective!” He praises. She sees the way he glances back to the festival tents. “I suppose I can pay a friend a visit.”
She allows herself a smile, hoping it comes off as encouraging. “Good luck.”
He laughs. “I sure hope I'll have it.”
✦ .  ⁺   . ✦ .  ⁺   . ✦
Nagito hugs himself loosely, clutching onto the soft fabric enveloping him as he walks past stands and tents. He looks around, biting his lip. A sigh inevitably escapes, much like his resolve always does.
He listens. Chatter, laughter- so much, so loud... But no cries or sobs. No cracks of wood or thumps of metal. And most thankfully, no screams. Regardless, he checks around him anyway. His presence here can change so many things. He can bring so much despair just by simply existing. Why did he possibly come in here again?
A glimpse of spiky brown hair and a familiar tie fills his vision. Right. It always traces back to Hajime.
The Reserve Course student goes to finish up shaping a red balloon into a flower, and hands it over to the Ultimate Astronaut, although his name escapes him. He can hear the “Awesome!” all the way from where he's standing, which is kind of impressive. The man makes his way to the Ultimate Caregiver, who he immediately tries giving the flower to. She looks pleased. Yet, she shouts “Do you want to die!?” so maybe he misread her?
Nagito turns back to Hajime, who’s already gesturing to him to come over. “Hey!” He smiles. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”
He frowns. “I know that my presence isn’t deserved around U-.”
“Okay, shut the fuck up. You know I’m just glad you’re out here. How are you enjoying it so far?”
“Ah. What if I said I only came to see you?” He can’t help but tease. Hajime’s ears, as predicted, turn red.
“You can’t be serious. Out of everyone else?” that are Ultimates isn't spoken, but heavily implied.
“Now who’s the one who needs to stop talking about status?” He teases.
“H-hey! I didn't even say anything!” Hajime coughs. “I know what you’re doing. Don’t change the subject.”
Nagito hums. “I’m not joking though, I did come here because of you. Kirigiri told me you made her flower balloon and I just had to see what that was about.”
Upon sharing that info, Hajime averts his gaze, clearly blushing. How interesting…
He feels tempted to smirk, but doesn't in favour of sounding noncommittal, “Something wrong about what I said, Hajime?”
“Nope, nothing.” He trails off. “…You don’t think she’s told anyone else, do you?”
Nagito crosses his arms. Why would Hajime care? Is he embarrassed? How silly. He eyes the bag of balloons and lets out an amused puff. “Well, it certainly benefitted you if she did, considering you’ve emptied the whole bag.” The sigh escapes him before he can stop it. He didn’t even realize he wanted a balloon before it was taken away.
Just his luck. How disappointing.
“Huh?" Hajime asks. "It’s empty?”
He swiftly lifts the bag. "Aha!" He calls out triumphantly. Turns out, under the opaque portion of the packaging sits a deflated green balloon.
Nagito grins. “How lucky!”
Hajime responds with a smirk. He adds as much air as possible to the balloon, and when satisfied, says, “Alright, I know you’re going to make fun of me, but I can only manage a flower and a dog. Which one do you want?”
Although he probably would’ve been quick to tease Hajime about his skills “befitting a Reserve Course student”, the mention of a dog makes the words freeze on his tongue.
“A dog would be nice.” Nagito admits.
“Oh, sure.” Hajime says, a little disconcerted by the honesty, and his eyebrows are furrowed. Adorable. He doesn’t know how Hajime isn’t an Ultimate. In a way, he almost likes that he isn’t.
Within a few minutes of tanned hands twisting and turning rubber, he is finally presented with a cute little dog.
The ends of his lips tug upwards. He gently grabs the balloon, being extra careful to transport it into his arms.
“This is wonderful.” He says breathily.
Hajime looks at Nagito, bemused. “Your eyes are sparkling. I’ve never seen you so happy.” And almost as if it was an afterthought, he adds, “It looks good on you.”
What? “H-huh?”
“It seriously can’t be that surprising. It’s… nice to see you happy. Not that you don’t already look nice! You tied your hair and even wore a jinbei for the festival. You’re looking pretty good.”
The lucky student just stares at Hajime, who grows steadily more red under the gaze. The Reserve Course student swipes his hand through the air, as if that'll somehow dispel the flurry of thoughts going through his head. “Alright, what’s with that look?”
“I’m glad you think I look ‘good’, Hajime." He starts, "I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, much less someone like yourself, but I see your eyes would be more used to seeing trash in your everyday life and thinking it’s beautiful.”
Hajime stares him down. “Nagito, anyone at this camp would agree you’re good-looking. And I know you’re just saying that shit about me being a Reserve Course because you’re spiraling a little bit.” Ah. He looks at the ground. “Hey, it’s fine. We kinda talked about this, remember? I know we’re friends.”
He doesn’t reply. How could he? To be read so easily…
A warm hand grabs his shoulder. His gaze immediately whips to Hajime's face. “D-don’t think too much about this." A flustered Hajime spits out. "Let’s just go. We’re going around and enjoying this damn festival together.”
How is Hajime Hinata real?
“Is this your way of getting a date, Hajime?” He says playfully instead. “You could have just asked, you know. I’m sure Chiaki- or anyone else really- would not have declined.”
Hajime gives a raised eyebrow at the mention of Chiaki, but doesn’t seem to press it. Instead, he goes, “I’d rather be here with you, to be honest. I said it already, but it’s nice to have you out here. I might as well enjoy it while I can.”
Nagito shuts up at that. While judging Hajime the whole time, his face isn't any better, probably looking crimson at this point.
“And you dropped this.” Hajime waves the green balloon dog that ended up in his hands. The Ultimate blinks, surprised he had let go of it. However, the wind picks it out of Hajime’s hand and starts carrying it on its currents.
“Shit!” Hajime exclaims. He jumps, but it flies out of his reach.
“Fuck! I’m sorry Nagito, I didn’t mean to lose it.”
He easily waves it off with a chuckle. “No, it’s alright. Besides, you could always make another one.”
“I mean, honestly, this was pretty fun." Hajime admits, "I wouldn’t mind doing it again…”
And Hajime trails off, and he knows exactly why, considering he’s leaned in in that cutesy way he’s seen girls in dramas do. He smirks at Hajime’s bewildered face. While amused, he backs off, as if it was merely an accidental brush.
He sends him an innocent smile. Olive eyes narrow in response, but they face forward again in silent acceptance. It would be quite impressive, if Hajime’s face wasn’t flushed.
“There’s a restaurant here. You’re coming with me.”
He nods happily.
Things could always be worse because of my luck, but for some reason I feel like, perhaps, I'll be okay. But can I hope? Do I dare hope?
Nothing hurts more than hope getting crushed.
…But maybe…
Maybe this is worth it.
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nissaaan · 4 days ago
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My Confession...
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Listen to this hoe I suppose while you read.. If You find this...
(Pls ignore how tabs don't work and any spelling mishaps..) Also I understand large parts of the community strongly believe that Nagito and Hajime are sworn enemies.. But we love a good enemies (because of misunderstanding and mischaracterization) to friends (somewhat) to lovers (to dead af).
NOT CLAIMING I know anything about these hoes, I interpret as I interpret.. I watched play throughs n stuff but I fear people will judge me for "mischaracterizing them" but this is the best I got <3 !!
Word count: Unholy 2,706 words !?
Warning: Cursing (IDK) !!?!? Homosexuality??(I am gay, do NOT come for me.)
NO PROOF READING SORRY ;-;
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The scorching rays of the sun reflected along my skin as I sat on the beach. My feet deep in the sand, arms behind me maintaining my weight as I stared over the horizon of the large body of water. This is so stupid, I thought, submerging my body in the sand below me as I lay down. The sand was warm against my back, and the sun against my bare chest felt overstimulated and too hot.. 
“Oh.. Hello Hajime.” I heard from behind me, an all-to-recognizable voice echoed in my head. As I turned my head, I realized my hypothesis was correct. 
“Oh.. Hello Nagito.” I muttered, observing anxiously as the Hopes Peak Academy definition of Luck began to approach me. I could hear the way the sand molded under his feet as the steps were left behind, clearly leaving a trail towards me and where I laid. 
I sat up as Nagito sat down next to me, sitting in the pose I had been before he showed up. Surprisingly, he didn't even fret about the sand getting into his clothes or shoes… I wonder why. I mean, considering Nagito always complained about the smallest inconveniences, claiming they made him unlucky and hopeless, his position in the sand now contradicts his character. 
“You.. Aren't going to change..?” I mutter, observing Nagito turn his head towards me and give me a sly smirk. That cocky smirk he always flashed me during class trials. God it just pissed me off.
“Wow Hajime, just a few days into knowing each other and me shirtless is all you can think about.. How cruel. I thought I knew you better..” He muttered, then turned his head to stare off into the distance. He seemed almost as if he were looking for something..? “Not reacting to my comments anymore. Jeez, am I that boring Hajime..,” Nagito huffed. 
“What.. were you looking at just now?” I asked, lightly tapping my index finger on my forearm. Nagito's head turns, an almost caught off guard stared placed onto me. 
His gaze caught me off guard and I scratched at my arm for a second. “My bad.. It seemed as if you were looking for something across the line of the horizon.” I feel his gaze on me intently, almost as if observing my every move. This gaze is familiar however, almost as if he always stares at me like this. During trials, when he's quiet, he stares at me almost as if he is looking into my mind and body. My soul even. That or even just at breakfast occasionally,  his eyes lingered onto my plate or even my.. body language? Or even when he was all tied up, he had that annoying smirk almost as if he was always 3 steps ahead of me in this game, eyeing me up as I held out the plate of his food for him. It severely pissed me off.
“You're deep in thought right now. Does the view across the oceans horizon make you overthink..? How hopeless.. Despite being in such deep thought, you continue to talk to me as if normal. How lucky can one person be?” He exclaimed, immediately sending me back to the thought process that flows through my mind when he opens up that mouth of his. God damn it he is so annoying sometimes. He is so unbelievably articulate and annoying.
“What? Are you thinking about how annoying I am right now? You can be honest, you know?” His eyes, something about them glimmered in the sunset. There was no shine, yet there was something leading him to continue to sit and talk to me, right? He turned his head and rambled the same self-degrading he always had.
A few minutes into observing him, it's almost as if I found a response. “You know, despite being so.. outward, you're always so concise with the way you speak and hold yourself. You have your crazy moments.. But you always lead me to discovering the truth.. As if you already knew before.” I mutter, rolling the hem of my sleeve under my finger tips. “You say stupid things.. A lot, yet you're always concise and seem to hold yourself well.. That being said, I don't get how others can truly and wholeheartedly doubt you.”
There was a change in the way he looked at me at that moment. As much as the caught off guard look remained, it seemed as if something in his gaze changed. It's as if this was the truth he had been looking for in some way.
“Wow, being praised by an Ultimate like yourself, how did I ever get so lucky? I guess this talent truly isn't as worthless as I imagined.” His arms tightly hugged his forearms, crossed against his figure.
“I'm no ultimate.. If anything, I’m the ultimate amnesia patient because I truly can't remember my ultimate. May as well call me Ultimate-less..” I sigh, shifting my body so I could lay my head on my arms supported by my knees. I continued to stare into the sunset as Nagito next to me chuckled.
There was something surreal about the scenery and moment that just happened. It wasn't usual to have a chat with Nagito where he wasn't going crazy over the little details of a case which meant more than one could recognize. Again with being 3 steps ahead. 
“I’m sure you're much more than that, Hajime.. There is something about your core and Character that leads me to believe there is much more to you than the talent you may possess. Despite your talent, you have come this far without knowing what it is. Your talent didn't drive you to where you are now. It's the hope that's filled up inside of you. “ He smiled, staring off into the sunset. “You try your best to see the wellness in everyone knowing it could be impossible at the same time. That being said, you don't doubt intuition and you're almost never wrong. It's admirable, truly.”
The way Nagito praised me was nearly unsettling; I could feel myself shiver despite it being scorching hot out. “Nagito.. I have a question..?”
“And you’re aiming to ask a lowlife nobody like me.. If it drives you closer to hope, who am I to refuse?” He chuckles, almost obnoxiously at this point. 
“What..? Man, you really are annoying.” I sighed, hiding my head in my arms and legs. 
“Well Hajime..?” 
“What do you really.. Think about, “ before I could finishmy thought, almost asking for a psycho analysis from this psychotic weirdo beside me, I hesitate..
“Think about what? The killing game?” Nagito asked, making me turn my head in somewhat surprise. It usually feels like this maniac is always reading my mind, so when he doesn’t know what exactly I’m thinking.. Catches me off guard.
Casually, I turn my head and sigh. “Yeah.. What do you really think about this killing game?” My breath hitches as I finish my question, and he turns his head, as if noticing in an instant. 
“I think this game is an amazing opportunity.” And just like that, he doesnt 100% surprise me with his outrageous opinions. “Well you’re being awfully quiet..” He chuckles, turning back, catching me glimpsing at him. “You’re paying close attention to me, per usual.. However, you’re staring a lot more than usual. What's going on Hajime?”
“You think I’m easy to read when in actuality you’re wrong, I just wanted to know what you thought of the game, after all..” I redirected the conversation. “ You didn’t entirely answer my question, I expected more detail from you, Nagito.”
“It’s nothing you haven't heard before Hajime,but if you like the sound of my voice that much, who am I to refuse you.” His head tilted down as he stared blankly into the sand. “In all honesty, this game is a bit much.. In a normal circumstance, you’d never imagine Hope's Peak Academy to conspire to be a killing game where we are sent to an island to kill each other. With its ranking and status, you’d expect a different outcome.. However, that being said, this special occasion truly drives out the deepest and most buried conveyance of hope. At some point throughout this game we’re trapped in, the deepest and truest hope within us all is what will bring us together to outpower Monokuma’s forced despair.”
“ So you’re fine here..? You’re ready to accept the situation we’re in at face value?” 
“It’s more than face value Hajime, and you know that. It’s almost as if.. This killing game is testing our hope and faith. No matter what, we’ll all convene and express to Monokuma that Hope always outweighs despair, no matter how forced things are here on this island.” His hair shined under the setting light and his face appeared more pink due to the hue of the sky. The scene in front of me isn't one you can easily replace. It honestly makes me want.. To stay here in this moment forever. If it could only be this way forever.
With a huff, I look up to the sky.”How can you be so hopeful for an outcome you desire when we’re stuck in a shitty situation like this.. Somebody is bound to be murdered soon, right Nagito? So why.. Do you have so much faith?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you about that, Hajime? You’re the one who will always choose to doubt so you can believe rather than doubt off of pure intuition. You have faith in the students around us knowing one of us could be dead tomorrow morning.” Nagito proposed. “ Not to mention, the reason I have faith is because of my luck.. When looking at my talent, it’s seen as some low leveled talent compared to the rest of you. However, with my talent, much bad has to conspire in order for hope and luck to shine through. I mean getting that lottery ticket and it being the winning one despite being kidnapped.. There is always going to be despair, but my luck has seemed to benefit both me and others. I think.. My hope is what’s helped me live this long, despite my medical conditions.”
“ I see.. Well, hopefully that talent of yours pulls through.. Despite it sounding bad, we do depend on you if that's the case..” “Please never be afraid to depend on me, use me as you see fit Hajime, I don’t mind.. Especially if it's you.” He smirked out the last bit, it barely being audible. “Well, thanks for talking with me for a bit.. Is there anything else you wanted to ask..?”
“If I’m being honest, I was wondering what you really thought about me. Do you.. Really think I’m that amazing despite not knowing my talent..?” “Without your talent you’ve come this far.. Also, my talent can barely be considered a talent, so don’t compare your talent to my low-level ability to manage by.” With a minor huff in relief, I watch him as he talks about me, seeming as if he forgets I’m even here. “In all honesty, when I’m around you, hearing the way you hold yourself in arguments or the tone you use with your friends, and the care and sincerity behind your voice when you talk with the others.. It’s refreshing to see someone so hopeful. Out of everyone on the island, I’ve been so drawn to you because you’re the hope on this island. I mean you lead us to the truth in class discussions, you always manage to maintain friendship with everybody, it’s as if you’re the force pulling us all together. I admire it.” His pale eyes glimmered as he praised me, his gaze once again shifting onto me and my figure.I must admit, he’d caught me feeling mildly flustered because… I’ve never felt the sincerity and honesty coming from another person in the form of a compliment.
“Jeez Nagito, you act as if you’re in love with me.” His eyes slightly widened, and I noticed in his expression that there was some reaction to what I had said.”What.. Was that too far..?”
“No.. You’re not too far off, but I wouldn’t phrase it like that, considering the differences between you and I.” He mutters and I freeze, eyes locked on him as he anxiously speaks.. For once. Differences between you and I? “I would phrase it as that from the bottom of my heart, I’m truly in love.. With the hope that sleeps and lingers inside you. I know it's there, and it’ll awaken into a beautiful state, and all it takes is motivation..” His cheeks flush as he verbally admits it. This isn't a.. Confession, is it..?
Almost as if thinking aloud, Nagito chuckles. “It’s not.. A confession or anything. I don't think I could live knowing someone such as yourself considers the deep feelings of what I feel for you, especially in a romantic sense. In all actuality, I don’t know what it means.. to love or beloved..”
“It’s nice, at least from the right person..” I smiled. “Despite you saying you don’t know how to express the love you feel, for some reason, everything you do makes me want to get to know more about you. It makes me crave your sight, even. It’s like I want you to focus on what I’m doing and contribute. I want you to be able to see that side of me, and rely on it even.” “Wow Hajime, you make it sound like you’re the one in love with me.”
“I can’t phrase it like that.. It’s too direct. I just want to get to know you better. That’s all Nagito.” 
“And If I said that I wanted to get to know you better, what would that really mean for us..?”
“Exactly that, Nagito, we can get to learn more about each other over the span of however long we’re trapped here.. And I promise not to completely shut you out and outcast you.” We both laugh, and Nagito inches a bit closer to me.
“ You know.. I’d like that.. As long as you’re fine with being next to trash like me and won't get too sick of me.”
“Trust me, I am way past my limit of being sick of you..” I tease him and he huffs in despair..
“I knew it, you-”
“I’m just joking, you’re so caught up in your self-loathing you failed to interpret my sarcasm as actual sarcasm..” I smile, setting myself back into the position I was in before. 
“I think..this scenery is becoming a bit too surreal..” Nagito muttered, standing up from the sand and waiting for me to stand up with him. As I prop myself back to my feet, Nagito leads me away from the beach and down back towards the cottages. Along the way, we ran into some of the others, and I had received some extremely strange looks as the others noticed Nagito and I standing a little closer than usual. Almost as if on cue, Kazuichi questions me on what's going on with Nagito, and warns me not to catch myself going too deep “in hopes to..” God, I can’t even remember.
However, That all being said and done, I walked Nagito to his cottage and he paused before entering.. “There is still some time before 10 PM, did you want to do anything else Hajime..?” He smiles at me, walking towards his doorway.
“Honestly, I’d like to enjoy the moment of peace before disaster strikes.. Want to go get something to eat..?” I ask, resting my hands in my pockets. 
“Sure I would like that.. If you insist on hanging out with a nobody like-”
“I’m sure,now let's go. Maybe we could pick up some bagels on the way back.” His face nearly lit up to the sound of bagels.
“How could I ever resist something as hopeful as bagels.. And you too.”
“Shut up and let's go..” I smiled, leading him towards the restaurant.
It's still really hard to imagine that there will be a day that Nagito and I completely understand each other, but until that day comes, I’m ready to try.
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NISSAN UPLOADING IN THE BIG 2025!? Happy late new years and uh, ignore my stale ass writing. I haven't written like this is so unbelievably long and I just wanna come back... Well watch as I disappear off of tumblr for a while longer after this.
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evereinefaust · 10 months ago
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It's already been a month since that horrid event took place. A lot of things changed in just a month. [Name], even though fully believing Nagito's words, came to realize the lie that he told her on that day. Nagito knew that this outcome would eventually happen, yet he wished that somehow, this would never happen. Oh, how cruel his life could be.
Now sitting on his bedside, Nagito glanced at the person sleeping on his bed. His grayish-green eyes carefully watched this particular [h/c]ette girl — her chest rising and falling in accordance to her soft breathing, her eyes swollen from crying hours prior, and the tight hold she had on his hand. The male's gaze softened at her vulnerable state, lifting his other hand and caressing her cheeks gently, moving away strands of [h/c] locks.
She squirmed slightly in her sleep and he paused his action. After she had settled comfortably once again, Nagito let a small smile grace his lips. He then gazed at the bright moon outside his windows, the winter season starting to shift into spring. Heaving a bitter sigh, the male leaned against the headboard and closed his lids. The flashbacks of the unfortunate event that happened just a month prior caused by his bad luck started invading his mind.
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A day after Shiro's body was found at the central plaza, the doctors had already declared the male dead on arrival. Everyone at school — especially class 78 — mourned for the loss of the Ultimate Song Writer. Even though [Name] openly believed in the hope Nagito showed her despite the possibility of the other, she never felt this much betrayal and was devastated by one of her closest friends. She knew that what Nagito was suggesting was an unlikely possibility, yet she grabbed that flimsy hope and believed in his lie. Now that the truth was mocking her in her face, the only thing the [h/c]ette could possibly do was cry her emotions out.
Despite how close the reserve course student was with the late Shiro, Byakuya, and Kokichi were affected by it the most. Of course, Nagito knew about this — Shiro was the only person both of them could trust and rely on despite their troublesome personalities. They grew attached to him, and learning about his death was like a big slap to their faces. From then onward, Kokichi and Byakuya started to avoid the girl, finding no reason to get close to her now that the only bridge was gone. Hajime and Chiaki, although they still stayed by her side, also changed — Hajime started to become more and more reserved and spent less time with [Name] while Chiaki was constantly worrying about both.
A few days after that incident, [Name] and Chiaki realized that Hajime was expelled from school. This shocked both of them, especially the [h/c]ette as she had not been informed about this whatsoever despite how close she is with the boy. They asked their teachers about it, yet no one seemed to know the cause of the expulsion. Due to this, [Name] had experienced another set of despair. Despite Chiaki's attempts to reassure the girl and promise her that she would never leave her, this only came out to be just an empty promise.
Weeks after Shiro's death, Kokichi had come upon Fuyuhiko. The purple-tressed student demanded to know if the Kuzuryu clan was behind the death of the beloved student to which the heir aggressively denied any of the other's claims. Kokichi, however, wasn't completely trusting of Fuyuhiko's words. The two began a fight shortly after a couple of threats were thrown at each other. The situation escalated and brought classes 77, 78, and 79 into the clash.
When Kokichi tried to punch Fuyuhiko, Peko came right at the right time to defend her master. And when she was about to strike at the purplette, Mukuro had gone and protected Kokichi by Byakuya's request. The two fighters started a staredown of animosity flying between them. Soon after, everyone else came to the commotion. However, it didn't seem like the problem stopped them.
Once Byakuya's gaze landed on the head of the yakuza, he then declared to everyone in the area that it was Fuyuhiko and his clan who planned Shiro's demise. Of course, almost everyone in class 78  — especially those who had a deep connection with the late Sato — easily believed Byakuya's words. After all, he is the Ultimate Affluent Progeny and his family's influence enables him to investigate this matter. Even Kyoko seemed to agree with and believe him. And despite not being that close to him, some of the newest ultimates believed the blonde as well.
Kokichi, of course, tried to rile Fuyuhiko up and accused him of being a murderer, to which everyone in class 77 defended him. Due to the tense atmosphere and the accusation of murder being thrown in the air, a select group of people engaged in fights: some tried to harm the other, while some tried to stop them. Eventually, the brawl between the three ultimate classes alarmed the teachers and the school authorities.
They successfully ceased the fight, however, some students were not that fortunate to be let out without a bruise. Even Chiaki was injured when she stopped her class from harming their underclassmen. Due to her injuries, she had to spend some time at the hospital for recovery. It was by this time that [Name] was completely alone; no one was there by her side as her friends started to leave her one by one.
For everything that has happened, Nagito was there to witness it all. It was just what his role is: a bystander. 
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"How much can she take before she gives in to despair? How much more would I have to stay by her side and decide to stop because I kept causing her bad luck? How much more...until I die..."
Clenching his head, the silverette let out a bitter laugh. "How awful... Oh, how awful it truly is! Despite the despair, I always believed that hope would come out of it. That's why...you must also believe in hope, [Name]-chan."
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"I wanted nights like these to linger. These emotions that I'm feeling whenever she's here right beside me, I don't want it to fade. For once...I wanted to be selfish and keep [Name]-chan by my side no matter what. Without ever worrying how my luck would affect the others..."
Opening his eyes once again, he then gazed lovingly at the object of his affection. He patted her soft tresses, weaving his fingers into her [h/l] hair. Whenever he was with her, all he could feel was complete serenity. It was like she was born to become his reason to live. The warmth that fills him whenever she's around, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach whenever she smiles at him, and the racing of his heart whenever he holds her close... all of those were precious to him. And once in his lifetime, Nagito vowed to not let any of those fade away from his grasp.
"You know, [Name]-chan... If you somehow become an ultimate, I would've called you the Ultimate Serenity," he murmured with a satisfied smile. After, he leaned down to her face and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"Sweet dreams, [Name]-chan."
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Ever since he met her, his life undoubtedly changed for the better. He was certainly glad that he followed his instincts and visited the Reserve Course building that time. He was glad that he spoke to her that day. He was glad that he decided to get to know her more. He was glad that he approached her and tried to comfort her. He was glad...that she came into his life. All of those emotions — those feelings he had hidden and tried to remove from his life just to cope with his luck — resurfaced naturally when he was with her.
It was like she was his healer.
"For all of those years that I saw nothing but gray...was now changing. Because of [Name]-chan, my present — and my future — became vividly colorful. The hope you've shown me...I wish for it to last."
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Nagito slowly opened his eyes, immediately seeing the melting snow of the outside. He lifted his head, staring blankly at the blue skies before fixing his gaze in front. There she was, yet again, walking just a few meters away from him as she admired the snow around. The teen watched her back, following her as she explored the public park.
"I want this moment to last... I want this feeling to last... Hey... What should I do so that everything I have right now would remain the same?"
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Nagito slowed his step, further lagging behind [Name] as she proceeded onward. He watched as the figure slowly moved away from him. His steps soon came to a halt. Removing his gloved hand from his pocket, the white-haired student slowly lifted his arm as if to reach out to her. 
"Hey... Is it alright for me if I call out your name?" 
However, despite his inner desire to reach out to the girl, Nagito only found himself dropping his arm to his side. He exhaled, dejected. He shoved his hand inside his coat's pocket, head hung low as he quietly caught up to his companion.
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The 10-year-old child stood there still by the sidewalk, his gaze boring into the carcass on the street. His heart churned in pain, eyes dilated and dilated. Soon, tears were streaming down his face. His body began to tremble, and not long after, his knees gave up, and he fell onto the rough asphalt. The poor boy started sobbing, and soon his wails caught the attention of passersby and even his parents.
After the whole ordeal with his dead pet, Nagito was taken home by his parents. They told the boy to stop crying for the dog as crying wouldn't bring him back from the dead. There were no words exchanged between them as the silverette duly followed his parents' orders. There were no words of comfort, no acts of consolation, no nothing. It was like the dog's death was insignificant to them...
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Dead, wide eyes of a particular couple were staring back at the male's gray-green orbs. Their vacant stare sent shivers down the child's spine, the pungent stench of fresh iron stinging his nostrils, causing him to quickly cover it with his hands. The corpse of his parents... those arms which were extended to him... those parted mouths... It was like they were avidly mocking him because of his bad luck that caused disaster for others. Soon, a quiet stream of salty tears came rushing down his pale cheeks.
The panicked screams of the passengers and the yells of the paramedics rang in his ears, and soon, the authorities came rushing towards where Nagito was.
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After he had been freed from being kidnapped hours prior, Nagito continued on his merry way home. His grayish-green eyes scrutinized the lottery ticket he had picked from the garbage bag he had been abducted in. The middle-schooler chuckled dryly to himself, his heart was churning in pain yet he decided not to give it a mind. After all, he knew how many disasters and fortunes his luck could bring him.
The boy was practically numb now to the cycle, and he had already decided not to let his emotion out anymore, for it only caused him more despair. Pocketing the item moments later, a bright smile graced his lips... however, his dull and lifeless eyes told another story.
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"When was it? When was the first time that I started to yearn for death? Because of the countless good and bad luck that I've been experiencing while growing up, I've lost track of time and even the sense of reality."
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Once again, Nagito stood in the vast darkness. The male was back in a familiar place... the place where he witnessed his friends' deaths one by one. He would feel the uneasiness starting up, his pale face littered with sweat and his body trembled incredibly. A gasp escaped his lips, knees buckling as his upper body gave up. The silverette was kneeling in the middle of the darkness, hyperventilating with his hands clenching his aching head.
Vicious whispers invaded his mind, attacking the boy from every angle. It was like those voices came from the darkness, echoing throughout the entire vicinity. And what was horrible about this entire existence was that those voices belonged to no one but the people his luck had affected.
His parents. Those innocent people from the airplane. His classmates. His teacher. Hajime. Chiaki. Shiro. Byakuya. Kokichi. And lastly, [Name].
"It's all your fault."
"Because of you, we're dead."
"You're nothing but a worthless piece of crap!"
"Just die in a hole for all I care!"
"Why did I even give birth to you?"
"You insignificant being."
"You should've been the one who died."
"Hey... Maybe it was a mistake that I met you... Nagito-senpai..."
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"What a lovely day, huh?"
A young man with pale skin and pearlescent fluffy hair strolled through the public park, hands tucked inside his green jacket as his gray-green hues glanced over at the foliage above him. The sun's rays seeped through the crevice of the irrigated shade and onto the snow-laden land below, making the white melt into water. The young man let out an exhale as he proceeded onward, exiting the forest of regular trees and unto the central plaza where a lone cherry blossom was kept and tended.
This scenario was familiar to Nagito, the only difference was the season when he had visited the park once again. Even though spring is just around the corner, there are still remnants of winter as evidenced by the fluffy white littering some parts of the park. Nagito sighed to himself, a pessimistic air hanging around him as he continued with his daily routine of going to his usual bench and watching the crowd.
A couple was standing underneath the infamous cherry tree, their fingers interlocked together as they watched the snowflakes float down the earth; a family of four was taking a picture by the other side of the tree; a couple of kids ran around the area, throwing melting snowballs at each other; and there's also a trio of friends walking past, giggling with smiles on their faces.
Just watching those countless people made the male somewhat... empty. Ever since attending Hope's Peak, he didn't expect that he would forge such a unique bond with a particular girl like that. Furthermore, his lonely days before due to his luck cycle were little to no concern for him nowadays. At least, that's how he still hoped it would be.
His gaze softened after a minute of watching those people. A sudden thought invaded his mind, making him sport a minuscule smile. He had imagined that same scenario playing in his head, although this time, he was with the girl he deeply cared for and was attached to...
Her precious smile... Nagito had imagined that smile on her face when she would successfully throw a snowball on his face. Her pink-tinted cheeks... He had imagined the blush on her face when he held her hand while they watched the snow from underneath the cherry tree. Her graceful laugh... Once again, the silverette had imagined hearing her laugh as they traversed through the park.
He let out another exhale, walking away with his head hung. Thoughts of the what-ifs were swirling in his mind as he quietly left the area. When he lifted his head, however, his gray-green hues widened in shock to see a silhouette of a particular girl in the distance.
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"[Name]...chan?" he blurted her name out in disbelief.
Surprisingly, the person turned around at his call. The person was shortly revealed as the same girl he was thinking about moments prior. The surprise on her face was evident — wide, [e/c] eyes and lips parted. After a few minutes of both staring at each other, the girl was first to break eye contact. She greeted him with her usual closed-eye smile, sending a small wave as she sauntered over to where Nagito was.
"I didn't expect you to be here, senpai. I was surprised."
"Same here," he mentioned, scratching his neck sheepishly. Upon the [h/c]ette's arrival in front of him, he noticed a bouquet of flowers in her hold. He raised a questioning brow, pointing at the bouquet. "Are you...on a date?"
[Name] blinked twice at his unexpected question. She looked down at the flowers and she immediately knew what he meant. Chuckling, she slowly shook her head. "No. I bought this bouquet to give to someone."
"O-oh..." Nagito deflated, and his smile vanished instantly upon hearing her reply. The boy genuinely felt upset at that. "Who is it for?"
The [h/c]-tressed female regarded him with a wistful look, her earlier smile now curving into those of a bitter one. She gazed at the flowers as if they were fragile objects. "This bouquet...is for Sato-san. Since I wasn't able to attend his funeral, the least I could do is visit his grave and give an offering."
"I see... It's for the late Sato-kun."
"Wanna go there together?" the boy suggested, his smile returning.
The girl's face lit up like stars on a cloudless night. "I would love to have you come along, senpai!"
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In just half an hour, the pair arrived at Sohansu Cemetery — the place where the Ultimate Song Writer was laid to rest. It took the two just a few minutes to locate Shiro's grave, and once they did, [Name] gently laid the bouquet on the gravestone along with the other bundles. She knelt in front of the gravestone, putting her hands together and closing her eyes to offer a prayer. Behind her was the silverette, standing with his hands tucked inside his pockets.
"I didn't expect to see your grave being filled with flowers... You really are loved, aren't you, Sato-kun? Well, I guess it's natural; you are the Ultimate Song Writer, after all."
Nagito's lidded eyes fell on the said flowers. There was a bouquet right next to the ones [Name] placed earlier, inside were an assortment of fresh roses, everlastings, pansies, and oxalis. Considering how exquisitely picked and arranged the flowers were, the white-haired ultimate could only assume that it came from Byakuya. Then, there's also another bouquet on the other side. This one was full of purple lilies. However, what truly caught the male's attention was the plethora of random purple flowers scattered around the grave.
Carnations, lotus flowers, daisies, roses, lavenders, violets —and others more Nagito couldn't identify — surrounded the slab. Even after months of the ravenette's death, there was still a portrait of him erected just above the gravestone — his violet eyes were glimmering with life, a relaxed smile etched on his fair-colored skin. The Ultimate Lucky Student was blessed with seeing Shiro's face again after he had died. And funnily enough, even the portrait was decorated with flowers — a flower crown made of sakura and wisteria to be precise.
Nagito concluded that whoever decorated this gravestone with this many purple flowers must also be the one who placed the delicately made crown on Shiro's portrait. And if the selection wasn't obvious enough, one may not be able to connect them to Kokichi. The boy chuckled softly to himself, imagining how the indigo-tressed troublemaker had gone out of his way to buy all of those and place them everywhere around Shiro's grave, almost covering the entirety of it.
"Sato-kun must be feeling happy right now when seeing this many flowers offered to him," Nagito mused.
"I'm guessing that Togami-san or Ouma-san — or maybe them both — visited Sato-san earlier," [Name] mentioned, standing up from her kneeling position and dusting her clothes. After fully observing the said flowers, she then laughed lightly. "Sato-san is really loved by those two... I can only imagine how heartbroken they were when learning of his death. When Sato-san was still alive, he was such a great influence on Togami-san and Ouma-san. Whenever he was with them, he could easily handle their distinct personalities and they felt relaxed around him. I'm pretty sure his classmates are also fond of him. And to see this many bouquets offered on his grave, there are no words needed to be said just to know how much they both love him. May it be just a friend... or even more than that."
"A love that is more than just friends... A romantic attraction towards someone..."
"Do you want to receive flowers too, [Name]-chan?" the male asked, curiously glancing down at the shorter female.
The mentioned girl only shook her head. "As much as I love to, I would prefer just being with my loved ones. I don't think I wanted anything more than spending time with those who are important to me... After all, one may only assume when they will last on earth."
"Oh..."
Silence ensued after that. Nagito's gaze was vacant, lidded eyes containing forlorn. Meanwhile, [Name] stood beside the silverette, still glancing at the colorful grave. The cold breeze picked up, making both white and [h/c] locks flutter along with the wind. A minute later, Nagito heard the girl sighed sadly.
"What's wrong, [Name]-chan?"
"Nothing... It's just..." she mumbled. Turning around to face her companion, she flashed him a forced smile, eyebrows creasing as sadness glimmered in her [e/c] pools. "Parting like this is truly heartbreaking... Leaving your loved ones behind... Being left by them... The bond that they shared... Every precious memory... All of those would leave along with the deceased."
At her words, the fleeting thought of their eventual farewell crossed the ultimate student's mind. It was brief, but along it was the feeling of heartache — his heart thumped hard in excruciating pain, his stomach churning with unsettledness. He soon frowns, mirroring the girl's expression.
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It's already the day. The day where the ultimate class of batch 77 was to graduate from Hope's Peak. The day where each student whose talents were honed to become the world's beam of hope had their school years come to an end. Both the A and B class of batch 77 sat on their respective chairs by the front row as they listened to the speech of Headmaster Kirigiri. Teachers were lined at the side of the gymnasium, watching the whole graduation ceremony and their students.
Amongst the many graduating ultimates was a certain sickly male with fluffy, pearlescent hair. Just like usual, the boy was detached from his surroundings. He zoned out what the headmaster was saying, completely ignoring everyone else's murmuring and the claps of the crowd. At first, Nagito never thought anything in particular about graduating. He just considered it as a stage in one's life that must be done. However, he just realized how wrong he was with this thinking.
Graduation. The word held much more essence than Nagito could've thought. It has always been associated with parting and moving on with one's life. The precious memories one could've made during their time here... The special bonds one could've made with their peers... The irreplaceable moments one would've shared with others... All of those...would be gone as the individual leaves to finally tackle their separate paths.
Now that the boy thought about it, he then realized how much impact the words [Name] had had on him that day. The bittersweet taste of parting and the heartbreak it brings... Surely, Nagito is experiencing all of those now. His mind brought him back months back — right at the start of his third year in this school. Images of his first meeting with the reserve course student, the days he'd spent observing her from afar, the time he'd finally built up the courage to approach her, the moments that they had bonding together, the rare occasions he'd witnessed her vulnerability... all of those little memories immediately plagued his mind.
The silverette pursed his lips, trying his hardest not to be affected by it. However, his heart was telling him otherwise — it raced inside his chest, each beat harsh and bringing more pain than ever. His whole body was starting to swelter due to worry and anxiety. His face was restless — eyebrows scrunched together and eyes containing a gleam of bleakness.
"Calm down... This isn't like you..."
Fortunately, he did calm down just in time for them to receive their certificate. Chisa went to the whole class, smiling at them as she guided her students to the stage. One by one, the ultimates walked up the stage and the black-haired headmaster gave them their certificates after a handshake. Everyone in the gymnasium applauded for the ultimates.
Eventually, Nagito was next. He ascended the steps and trudged onward to the middle of the stage where the headmaster was. Jin told the silverette a few words and congratulated him for achieving this far in his life. Naturally, the Ultimate Lucky Student flashed him an aloof smile and received his certificate after a handshake. He then faced the crowd, gray-green eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces. In all honesty, he didn't know what to expect by doing this.
His orbs widened an inch when his gaze landed on a particular girl just by the middle of the crowd. The male saw her clapping happily, and when she saw his gaze locked on her, she waved at him with a smile. Nagito sighed in satisfaction, letting a smile grace his lips.
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"Nagito-senpai! How's the ceremony? How are you feeling?" [Name] beamed, running up to him after the whole ceremony. She looked at him expectantly, eyes brimming with pure curiosity.
 The mentioned boy sweat-dropped at her unusual enthusiasm, but nevertheless, it did make him happy. He chuckled. "It was nerve-wracking... Being in front of many people and letting them witness you achieve something was unexpected for me. After all, I never did imagine myself being in this situation."
"Wow... That must've been extreme then. The feeling, I mean," the [h/c]ette mused, puckering her lips as she pointed a finger in her mouth to think about it. "After all, you are an ultimate student at Hope's Peak. And almost the entire world was seeing you and the others graduate. Uwah! The flashes of those cameramen were so blinding that it was hard to see you in the crowd."
"Sorry... I may have lied to you, [Name]-chan. Honestly, I don't really feel that way earlier."
He chuckled, scratching his neck sheepishly. "I was meant to ask, but how did you come to the gymnasium? The place was restricted to only the school staff, Main Course students, and the press."
"Oh, that?" she cocked her head, a mischievous grin plastered on her face with a pink hue dusting her cheeks. "I may have snuck in. Hehe..."
Nagito's eyes dilated an inch at her words, blinking as he regarded her in disbelief. After all, for the one year he had spent with her, he didn't expect this particular girl to act like that. Soon after, he chuckled, bringing up his arms to pat her [h/c] tresses. Upon realizing what he was about to do, he stopped midway, internally hesitating whether to continue or not.
In the end, he quietly brought his arm down. "Do you wanna go on a date with a lowly bug like me on this marvelous day?"
"E-eh...?!" red bloomed on the girl's face upon hearing the word date. [E/c] eyes widened an inch as she stared at Nagito's aloof smile, baffled. "W-w-w-what?"
"Hehe... You're so cute, [Name]-chan," Nagito chuckled. "I asked you if you wanted to go on a date with me... But, of course, if only you wanted to. I don't mind if you decline my offer. I'm pretty sure that you have better things to do rather than this."
The girl shook her head rapidly, instantly dismissing his thoughts. "I-I would love to! But, is it okay for you to spend your last day with me? I mean, how about your classmates?"
"It's fine. I wanted to spend the day with you, after all," he simpered.
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After the graduation ceremony, the two went out on an unplanned date in the city. Nagito took the girl to many places, surprising her that he knew a lot of locations. When they first went to an arcade center, the girl commented that she didn't expect him to know a lot of places, to which the silverette responded with an awkward chuckle, asking whether her words were a compliment or not. [Name] quickly rephrased her statement because of that, blushing madly for embarrassing herself and making him think she's insulting him. Nagito, of course, just chuckled at her flustered state and cuteness, finding himself blushing as well.
The two would engage in small chats, chuckling and giggling occasionally. They would do something together, and [Name] would often find herself wowing at whatever Nagito did, as he would unintentionally do something in their favor. One example was when he tried the claw machine after the girl's many failures. It was his first time to play it, yet, he had won four plushies, all of which were due to his luck. The [h/c]ette was truly shocked — after all, it was her first time seeing her upperclassman's luck at work. 
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For the entirety of the time he spent with her, Nagito felt the butterflies continuously fluttering in his stomach. He felt lightheaded like he was on cloud nine. The way his hand would try to weave itself to the girl's smaller ones — and although he would immediately stop himself just barely — up to the way his heart would pound whenever their bodies would make physical contact, Nagito was glad to experience such feeling.
His thoughts would wander towards [Name] and only her... Everything else in his surroundings was nothing but a blur.
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Letting out a satisfied sigh, the boy once again closed his eyes for the umpteenth time that day. Ever so often, he would feel at ease whenever he did this. The thoughts that he didn't pay attention to during that moment came flooding into his head like a continuous movie. Those strips of past memories, future what-ifs, and even his emotions spring to life whenever he does this. And lately, Nagito knew that he wanted this to happen.
"[Name]-chan... I know that I may be a lowly insect compared to the other ultimates, yet, you see me as who I am. Even though our status in school differs — I as the Ultimate Lucky Student and you as the simple and talentless reserve course student — I found myself falling for you. I tried to comprehend the weird changes that happened to me ever since we met that day. At first, I thought it was just a simple attraction because you were the first reserve course student I met and became close with during my three years of attending Hope's Peak. You were intriguing... but it seemed that my attraction wasn't only based on that. Even though I don't understand you fully, I felt really happy that I was able to witness the different sides of you. And I'm truly happy that you accepted me as one of your closest friends here. You didn't shove me away... You tried to understand me... You accepted me. I...am really in love with you...and the tiny hope that resides within. Now that I realized how much you mean to me — and how happy I am to feel these emotions I kept contained for so long — I never wanted them to disappear. I look forward to a future that I don't have to constantly worry about and become afraid of my luck... A future with you there."
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"Nagito-senpai?"
"Ah...that voice. A voice filled with sweet, sweet hope. It fills me so much with bliss that I'm so happy to hear it again and again."
Heeding her call, the silverette slowly opened his lids. Grayish-green eyes were met with [e/c] ones. He saw her staring back at him, a slight crease in between her eyebrows with her head tilted to the side as she regarded him with a worried expression. He chuckled at that, sweat-dropping with his hand rubbing his face sheepishly.
"What is it, [Name]-chan?"
"Are you alright?" she asked, frowning with concern. 
The male gently simpered at her. "I'm fine. There's no need to worry."
"Oh..." she mumbled, returning her gaze toward where they were heading. She peered back at him and smiled softly. "I was just wondering if you might be sad."
"Why did you think of that?" he questioned, genuinely perplexed by her thought process sometimes.
She merely shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know — maybe because you can't spend your last day with your whole class?"
He chuckled at her answer, but nevertheless, he felt his heart fluttering at her constant concern for him. Seeing how he reacted to her question, [Name] slowed her pace to match with the lagging male. They walked side by side, a comfortable silence enveloping the two soon after.
"You're everything that matters to me right now, [Name]-chan. I couldn't wish for something else."
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"H-huh...?"
Widened [e/c] pools blinked in surprise at the sudden large and cold hands enveloping her small warm ones. Her gaze was fixated on the hand clasping around hers, and then slowly she trailed her attention towards the male who did the act. Cheeks burning, she cautiously lifted her head only to be met with the serious face of her frost-haired upperclassman. Nagito's expression was surprisingly serious, in contrast to his usual aloofness. Those gray-green eyes that were gleaming with enough conviction stared at her confused [e/c] orbs.
After a few moments of staring at each others' pools, Nagito seems to snap out of his trance. His eyes softened, however, he didn't let go of her hands. Lifting it just above his chest, he weaved his fingers with hers. The girl's blush bloomed due to the embarrassing situation. But, she remained silent while watching whatever the boy was planning to do next. Pink hue also decorated the boy's pale face, and soon a minuscule smile decorated his lips.
By the empty sidewalk stood two teenagers — a male of slender and tall stature with wavy white hair and a pale complexion and a female of petite body with [h/l] [h/c] hair. The setting sun provided a change in the scenery as the warm colors of yellow and orange enveloped the evening skies. A breeze passed by, causing their hair to flutter in its direction and providing a natural melody in the place.
Slowly inching his face toward the girl he held a deep affection for, Nagito let their foreheads touch. His orbs bored deeply into those mesmerizing pools of hers, gazing at her lovingly. With a soft whisper, he muttered the words he wished to convey to her days before.
"[Name]-chan... I love you."
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mintbubbletea606 · 2 years ago
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Reactions (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)
Requested by: @Len
Over the time that you and Nagito had been together, you had found yourself falling even more in love with him and all of his adorable reactions. He hadn't been shown any sort of affection in years, and he was always thankful for any sort of attention you gave him.
That Saturday had started off rather peaceful, the two of you opting to stay inside for the day. The two of you had been cuddling in bed before you had decided that you were going to attempt to fix breakfast.
"Hey Nagito, what would you like to eat?" you called as you threw on a plain shirt and looked over your shoulder. Once he had given you an answer, you padded over to the kitchen to fix breakfast. The duty fell on you since Nagito's luck could very possibly go awry.
Once the breakfast was cooking, you moved over to the dining room, where Nagito was setting up the table. You moved over to wrap your arms around his waist, letting out a soft giggle when your boyfriend let out a soft chuckle.
"Are you sure that you want to hold onto trash like me?" he asked, setting down the final utensil and turning his head to look behind himself.
"Yes, I'm positively sure. Plus, you're not trash. You're my handsome boyfriend~" you responded, watching as his cheeks pinked in response. "Come on. We still have some time to cuddle before breakfast is ready."
"With my luck, the house is going to burn down," he tried to say as you pulled him in the direction of the living room. "(Y/n), you shouldn't try to test Lady Luck."
"I've got an eye out on it," you assured him as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him to your body. "I love you, you know?"
"I love you too... I know that I'm lucky, but I would have never guessed that a divine entity like yourself would stoop so low as to get into a relationship with garbage-"
"Remember what I said?" you softly responded as you leaned up to kiss his forehead. His cheeks pinked once again as you cooed out how much you loved him. "Now, come on. Breakfast is almost ready."
With one final kiss, you got up and moved back towards the kitchen. Nagito stared at your retreating form with pure love in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips.
"I am so lucky..." he murmured to himself before getting up to help you with the plates.
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vroerry · 2 years ago
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Info <3
♡ vian/vro ♡ 18 ♡ multifandom ♡ requests: OPEN :33  ♡they/them ♡bisexual
What I write:
♡ Headcanons
♡ Oneshots
♡ Drabbles
♡ Short Fanfics
Fandoms I write for:
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♡ BSD (anime only)
♡ Trigun Stampede
♡ Danganronpa (All games, animes)
♡ Genshin Impact
♡ Vanitas no Carte
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♡ Honkai Star rail
♡Moriarty the patriot
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♡ I think that’s all :3 Hope we’ll get along well! <3 
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frickingnerd · 3 months ago
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Nagito Komaeda Masterlist
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oneshots
you're mine (but not really)
you ask nagito to be your date to a party. but he takes things too serious when hajime shows interest in you...
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drabbles
clinging onto bad luck
nagito hates how his bad luck puts you in danger...
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headcanons
yandere nagito komaeda
nagito dating the ultimate empath
nagito komaeda nsfw headcanons
nagito dating an ultimate
nagito dating a member of the future foundation
nagito with a killed s/o
nagito with a plus sized s/o
nagito rejecting his crush
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polyamorous
[nothing yet]
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love triangle
love triangle with hajime & nagito
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lakes-writting-rambles · 1 year ago
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Komahina oneshot #1
words: 587
Sonia said hajime loves me, but I'm not convinced.  Hajime Hinata only hangs out with me because he thinks I'm a threat. He said that himself  Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko and Sonia only hangout with me out of pity. It doesn't bother me, I get to spend time with ultimates and that's more than I deserve. But still a part of me wishes that they mean it when they say they actually like spending time with me. Even if I know that there's no way that's true, I'll check if Sonia was actually telling me the truth.  Hajime Hinata could never love me. I could never be his hope. This is probably just a lie, tho Sonia probably wouldn't do that...  Oh, Hajime's cabin. I should knock... I'm scared... he'll hate me even more than he already does. There's no turning back now. I knock. No response. "Oh..."  This is quite disappointing but I'm kinda relieved. I was just gonna ruin everything either way. I lay my head on the door. "Humm.... Nagito?" "Huh-?" I turn around rapidly and see hajime there. "O-oh Hajime I'm so sorry, I'll just go haha" "Wait no Nagito stay. I need to say something" I try walking away. He grabs my pulse. "Nagito stop. I need to talk to you" My eyes are teary. I can bearly hold them back, but I need to manage it... for him. "What do you need Hajime? Are you lonely? I can keep you company if you need but don't lie to me" "Huh? Nagito what do you mean by that?" "Look, I know you hate me, and you don't trust me. That's fair. I don't care. But if you need I'll be here for you. Simple as that." "Nagito I don't hate you, where did you get that idea?" "Just... please listen, okay? I know you hate me but... I can't help but want you to like me... ever since we met you've shown me kindness and I just couldn't help but fall in love with you." "..." "I know I probably ruined our friendship but after what Sonia said I couldn't help but want to get it out of my chest haha..." I better get going, I'll just disturb him if I stay or say anything  "Nagito... I don't hate you, i- I like you too okay?" "What?" No no no it's just a prank right? Him and Sonia are just playing with me. I almost got them killed, it's fair they're doing this. I turn my head around. "Yeah Nagito, you wanna hear it? I. Love. You." "H-haj-" "Don't. You had your turn so now let me speak. I love your voice, I love your hair, I love your personality, I love you nagito. I don't know what Sonia told you but, here, I got you a gift. I planned to give them to you tomorrow and well, confess..." The matching rings...  "Now... Nagito, if you'd like to... would you be my boyfriend?"  He hands me one of the rings as he says that. "You really shouldn't waste your love on me..."  "I'm not wasting anything. I'm just confessing to the man I love." I hug him. "Woah nagito-"  "I'm sorry... I just..." "Hey, it's okay..." The hug was all there was to that moment, nothing else mattered.  After some time i separate the hug. I grab the ring hajime offered earlier and slide it in my finger. "I probably ruined everything you had planned but... it it counts, I'd love to be your boyfriend." 
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kotton-kandy953 · 18 days ago
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━ 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃
➛ yandere!bsd/dr oneshot/hc’s x fem!reader
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a/n: I was thinking about doing something like this once I got to 200 followers but I my birthday was coming up so I decided to change it. reminder to check my rules before requesting!! (I’ve never done anything like this before so please bare with me) this is inspired by @/jadeoru’s 400 follower event.
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You, being the best detective in your area, have been assigned the job to find and arrest a notorious serial killer; rumored only to murder for the one they’re madly in love with.
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Now, to start everything off, you have 13 major suspects. Let’s begin with interrogating the one who raises the most suspicion in you.
aktugawa r, atsushi n, chuuya n, edgar p, fyodor d, hajime h, kokichi o, makoto n, nagito k, osamu d, ranpo e, rantaro a, shuichi s, sigma
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What did he say was his alibi, or what he claimed to be doing whist the murder occurred?
reading a book at a library (oneshot)
eating dinner at a restaurant (headcannon)
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And finally, what have you deduced is his motive? Why would you think he would commit murder?
jealousy (jealous!)
hatred (kidnapped!)
revenge (manipulative!)
lust (crush on character!)
rivalry (stalker!)
insanity (other yandere scenario)
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please request your hc’s/one-shots by 1/31
reminder that I will only write for male!yandere x fem!reader for this event. I do not write for male!readers, smut, or female x readers.
usually, I will except requests (for hc’s) for multiple characters at once for a single post, but that’s not the case here.
requests complete: 1/3
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lxvenderdreamy · 2 years ago
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💟Introduction To My Blog💟
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💟What I write💟
I write for multiple things! Those things being smut, angst, fluff, and lime!
When requesting smut I do top reader, like full up top. We need more top readers and i’m here to embrace it!
I do have a wattpad account that goes by the name LavenderDreamy! Go check it out!
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💟Symbols💟
These particular symbols will help you be able to identify what type of drabble, oneshot, headcanon, etc writing it is! (Like fluff, angst, lime, smut, etc)
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[🍋] = smut/NSFW
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[🌧️] = Angst
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mod-kyoko · 1 year ago
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Hello! Hope you’re having a good day/night. Could I please request Nagito x gn reader that was helping take care of him during the whole despair disease outbreak, and whenever Nagito said ‘I hate you’ the reader would just respond with something along the lines of “Love you too, Komaeda.” Could be headcanons, oneshot, or whatever. Whichever you’d prefer.
Sorry if this sounds weird, I don’t usually make requests lol. Thanks in advance!!
taking care of despair diseased nagito
type: in killing game, hc format, established relationship
a/n: anon it's so crazy i was literally just playing chapter 3 of dra2 and was at the part when they get the disease
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you noticed right away that something was wrong with nagito
every word that came out of his mouth was a lie
it was almost like he couldn't speak the truth at all
when hajime felt his forehead and noticed that nagito was burning up, you knew that was the reason behind his behavior
monokuma popped up soon after, confirming that nagito was indeed afflicted by the lying disease
still, you didn't understand why some disease would cause nagito to say things like nothing is real, everyone is fake, and everyone is out to get him
but it was impossible to reason with him, especially because not long after he passed out, crumpling to the floor
you lunged forward, grabbing onto him to soften his fall, and pulled him onto your lap
"mikan! we need to get him to the hospital!" you yelled, while everyone else stood by in shock
the nurse helped you carry nagito all the way to the hospital on the third island, where you laid him in a bed
"u- um, we need to get him out of his clothes and into a gown," mikan said
"i got it, go help ibuki and akane," you replied, so she left it to you
nagito regained consciousness while you were slipping his shirt over his head
"ah! what are you doing to me? ah, are you planning to abduct me and take me to your home planet?"
you would have laughed at the silliness of the question if he wasn't in such dire condition. instead, you replied patiently
"i'm not an alien, nagito" you reached for his pants to slide them down his legs, but he swats your hand away
"i don't... want..." he was struggling to finish his sentence without panting from the fever
"i know, i'm sorry. but i need to get you into a gown. would you rather have mikan do it?"
"yes, i would much prefer mikan do it," he rambled, staring at the wall
your heart fluttered a little bit, knowing he meant the opposite of what he said. but this wasn't the time to be flustered
after wrestling with your boyfriend a little bit, you finally got his pants off, and draped the gown around his shoulders
once you tied it, you let him lay back down on the bed, and he closed his eyes
at this point there wasn't anything else you can do, with no medic knowledge, so you decided to just comfort him through it
you reached out to pat his head, smoothing down his hair
he reacted weakly, shaking his head as if to shoo away your hand
"get your filthy hand off me," he snarled
by now you were starting to translate his words in your head
"go away (please stay)"
"stop touching me (don't stop)"
with one hand running through his hair, your other laced your fingers in his, watching as he shifted between a state of being awake and being unconscious
"i... hate you" he spat, beads of sweat collecting at his temple
"i love you too, nagito" you smiled, gently squeezing his hand
"i seriously... hate you... go away."
"i'm here, you're okay. i won't leave you."
"i don't want you here! go away!"
his eyes were watering, and you didn't know if he was crying because he was in pain or angry, so you reached out and wiped the tears away
"i want to be here, i won't leave you, i promise."
you could have sworn you felt him squeeze your hand back once before he slipped back into sleep
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