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Nagito stared up at the ceiling above him, debating whether or not to get up. The bed he was in wasn't all that comfortable, but not uncomfortable enough to want to get up. He exhaled sharply, before he sat up. He took his left hand and brought it up to his sand-colored hair, it was a mess.
He finger combed through it carefully, before eventually giving up when a knot didn't want to come out. He glanced across the room at his jacket, hung up on a hook by his door. He usually didn't take it off, judging he got cold extremely easily, but the night before he decided to.
He regretted that, as now he was freezing.
Reluctantly, he got up and went to retrieve his jacket. It was dark green, with red accents on it. He put it on and immediately started feeling warmer. He hovered his hand above the doorknob, unsure if he should even leave his cottage. Why would the Ultimates want to see someone like him?
Maybe Hajime might want to see him.
That thought gave him enough hope to want to leave.
He opened the door, and immediately got flooded with sunlight.
He instinctively squinted his eyes. He put a hand above his eyes to shield him from the sunlight before walking over to the Hotel.
He was one of the first people there, besides Sonia.
Sonia had light blonde hair, almost angelic like. She also had mist-like eyes, and she had a regal aura to her, Nagito couldn't tell if it was because he knew she was a princess or if she was just like that.
“Ah! Good morning Komaeda!" Sonia smiled. Nagito smiled, but didn't say anything back.
Eventually the other ones flooded in. One of them included Hajime.
Nagito loved Hajime.
He loved his moss green eyes, his light brown hair, his voice, and most of all, his hope.
“Komaeda, are you alright?" Sonia inquired.
“I'm alright, Sonia. You don't need to worry about a nobody like me.” Nagito replied, staring down at the floor.
Sonia didn't reply back.
There was a silence between everyone as they ate breakfast. Nagito didn't eat any. He usually didn't.
Eventually, everyone filed out. Except for Hajime.
“Hey, Hajime." Nagito smiled, unsure where he was going with that.
“What do you want, Komaeda? To just say some weird vague cryptic thing and then shut up?" Hajime spat, glaring at Nagito.
He should've known better than to try and start a conversation with any of the Ultimates, especially Hajime.
“Sorry to have bothered you." Nagito mumbled, “What was I thinking trying to start a conversation with an ultimate, I'm not worthy enough anyway."
“Can you stop this self degrading bullshit? Nobody gives a damn anyway." Hajime said sharply.
Nagito quickly went silent.
Hajime glared at him before leaving. Nagito stood there watching as Hajime returned to his cottage. Everyone wasn't really up to leave their cabins anymore.
Nagito left a little after Hajime did, and went to his cabin.
He unlocked the door swiftly before stepping inside.
The cabin had air conditioning, which Nagito usually had off, but it would randomly come on much to his dismay. He zipped up his jacket, shivering slightly.
He turned off the AC, and it beeped in response as the noise its fans made slowly dulled before fading entirely.
He looked in the mirror on the back wall, staring in his reflection.
His eyes were noticeably more sunken, and he had somehow managed to become even more pale. He was also much more skinny as well, though that was covered up by the jacket he wore.
His eyes felt heavy, as pure usual, and he went back to sleep.
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Nagito felt heavy breathing above him.
He looked up and saw Hajime pinning him down to the bed, restraining his wrists with his hands.
“H-Hajime??” Nagito stuttered, unable to think coherently.
“Shut up, Nagito.” Hajime whispered, before kissing him. "Will that shut you up?”
Nagito stayed quiet. Hajime chuckled at that.
He let go of one of Nagito’s wrists and began using his finger to trail down Nagito.
He started at his collarbone, before trailing down his chest, then his abdomen, and then he stopped at the waistband of Nagito’s pants.
Nagito whined.
“What did I tell you? Stay quiet." Hajime ordered, and Nagito immediately obliged.
Hajime began to undo Nagito’s belt.
He restrained another whine, he knew Hajime probably wouldn't continue if he did.
Hajime finally undid his belt and began toying with his waistband.
He then woke up, sweating.
He felt an unbearable need between his legs and he whined a little. He couldn't possibly do that here, that would be disgusting, shameful even.
But it was practically impossible to resist the need he had.
He began to undo his belt, before pulling down his pants.
He began to thrust into his hand, thinking about Hajime as he did.
What would Hajime be like in bed? Would he be like how he was in his dream? Or would he be the exact opposite? The thought toyed with Nagito as he began to thrust faster into his hand.
He thought of what Hajime would do to him. Nagito’s thoughts raced as he thought about it, thrusting deeper into his hand.
When he finally finished, he felt an immense amount of shame.
“What the hell is wrong with me?" Nagito muttered to himself as he went to wash his hands.
He tried to go back to sleep, as it was still the middle of the night, but sleep never came.
Eventually, it was 7:00am.
Nagito reluctantly got up, before laying back down. He was still ashamed of himself, he didn't think he could even look at Hajime without feeling guilty.
He didn't want to leave his cottage, and so he didn't.
Hours went by, and Nagito drifted in and out of sleep.
A knock at the door startled him.
He got up slowly before crossing the room and opening the door.
It was Hajime.
“Where the hell have you been all day?" Hajime snapped.
Nagito froze. Why was Hajime here??
“Why do you care? I'm not worth your time anyway.” Nagito muttered.
“Because we've had the majority of our classmates murdered. We can't have anyone else dying.” Hajime explained, almost as if it was common sense.
“Sorry.” Nagito whispered before shutting the door.
“Wait." Hajime started.
Nagito reopened the door, and Hajime grabbed hold of it, smirked, and slammed it.
Nagito heard the sound of the door slamming echo through the cottage and smiled.
Hajime had thought to come by, and was concerned about him.
He went back to sleep.
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