#thinking about how nagito died a few days before his birthday a little >_>

[unlucky-rose]

i was thinking a little and was like. man. school ages are weird. cause if you're born near the school cut off you're either the oldest (or youngest in some cases) in your class. and then naturally, i thought, danganronpa 2: goodbye despair.

so, considering school in japan starts in april, mahiru and komaeda are the oldest in their class, with mahiru being born on April 24th. and chiaki is the youngest of the class, born on March 14th.

oldest to youngest is as follows:

mahiru, nagito, mikan, kazuichi, peko, akane, fuyuhiko, teruteru, sonia, ibuki, gundham, hajime, nekomaru, hiyoko, chiaki

also i looked up how many in-game days dr2 was and apparently it was 23 days, just before anyone's birthday. hmm...

[serahne]

how about 52 with komahina for the writing prompt?

Hum, interesting. I kinda cut the “I think” part. I just started to write without noticing it was in the prompt but I really liked where I was going with this prompt so that’s that.

52. “I think I’m in love with you andthat scares me half to death.” 

When Hinata wakes up, on this peaceful morning more than fifteen years after the Tragedy, it’s four o’clock, there is no one lying on the bed next to him, and he can see that the lights are on in the bathroom. He is cold and tired, but he stirs and motivates himself enough to get out of bed. The bathroom’s door isn’t locked, and he just has to push the door to open it.

“Nagito ?” He mumbles, still half-asleep. “Are you okay ?”

Komaeda raises his head toward him, and Hinata needs less than a second to understand that no, he isn’t okay. It’s not just the red circles around the other’s eyes, or the way he is holding his legs against his chest in a protective gesture, or the traces of vomit around the toilet bowl. No, what really punches Hinata through the guts is the way Komaeda’s eyes lower as soon as they meet Hinata’s, in a stubborn way to keep him out of whatever’s going on inside his head.

They aren’t supposed to do it anymore. They have been together for so long, there is nothing to hide. They saw the worst and the best, and all that was in-between already. So Hinata kneels next to Komaeda and takes his face between his two hands.

“Hey, are you sick ?” he asks. “I can get you some medicine, if you want.”

Komaeda pushes his hands away and shakes his head.

“It’s alright. It’s nothing. I had a nightmare, I didn’t want to wake you up. All this” he waves his robotic hand in the general direction of the room. “It’s supposed to be behind us, right ?”

“It will never be, Nagito.” Hinata sighs. “We are doing well, but we can’t just erase a part of our memory like that. Everything we’ve been through, it’s a part of us. It’s up to us if we use it to make us stronger or weaker.”

“You talk like our last last therapist.”

Hinata smiles.

“I may or may not have an amazing memory. Her advice weren’t all that terrible.” He sits, cross-legged, in front of the other. “Do you want to talk about it ? Was it about the island ?”

“No.” Komaeda says. “It’s stupid. I just thought… it’s going to be my birthday next week. I’ll be thirty-three.”

“Don’t think I forgot.” Hinata replies playfully. “But it’s true you’re starting to get old. I even think I saw a white hair the other day.”

The tentative smile on the other’s lips is a victory for Hinata. It disappears as quickly as it appeared, though.

“I was just thinking” Komaeda adds “That my mother died at thirty two. In one week I’ll be older than my mother ever was. That’s so weird… it probably woke up some nightmares.”

“Oh” Hinata says.

“It’s just… a thought. But it turned into an obsession with time” Komaeda explains. “I can’t help but think about how different my life would be if that hadn’t happen. I wouldn’t have been in Hope’s Peak. Maybe I would have died during the Events ? I would have never met you, either.”

Hinata hums, and tries to comfort Komaeda by drawing pattern on the bare skin of his thighs. He isn’t sure how much he can help. Everything that happened before Hope’s Peak in the other’s life was never something Hinata was totally sure to understand, no matter how much Komaeda told him about.

“Do you think you would be happier ?” He asks.

He wonders, sometimes, too, about his own choice. How different would things have been if he hadn’t signed up for the Kamukura project ? Would he have died along the rest of the Reserve Course ? Through the years, he had stopped to blame himself for Hope’s Peak mistakes. Not that it had been easy.

“No.” Komaeda replies with a strangled laugh. “That’s why it’s awful. Despite everything, I’ve never been happier than with you. Everything we’ve been through, the end of the world, the Tragedy, my… my parents’ death… I would go through it again if that meant I could be just where I am today, in this bathroom in the middle of the night, crying my eyes out because of some stupid nightmare.” He falls quiet for a second, a shiver running through his body. “How terrifying it is to think that way ?”

“I’m happy too.” Hinata says, squeezing the other’s leg with his hand. “I’m happy with you, too.”

“But isn’t that scary ? I settled in this happiness, the way I settled into it as a child and…”

“Komaeda”

“... this kind of happiness isn’t supposed to be for me…”

“Komaeda !”

“... if you ever disappeared, I couldn’t get over it. I’m not as strong as I was before, as when I had a child, I don’t think I could ever…”

“Komaeda !” Hinata ends up yelling and shaking him up by the shoulders. “I’m not. Going. Anywhere.”

Komaeda’s lips move for a few more seconds, without a sound coming out of them. Then the tears start pouring out again.

“I’m so in love with you and that scares me half-to-death. I just refuse to imagine myself without you.”

Hinata’s arms slide behind Komaeda’s body and he just holds his shaking and sobbing body in the most awkward way ever. He just wants the other to let it all out if that’s what it takes, and he just stays there, and whispers sweet nothings into Komaeda’s ear, and waits for him to calm down.

If he cries a little, too, no one notices.

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