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  • that-one-bi-wizard
    21.09.2021 - 2 hours ago

    It’s them

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  • loserchips
    21.09.2021 - 2 hours ago

    nagito komaeda sucks

    i drew him on a piece of paper and then set it on fire. he’s bad and I don’t like him

    why do i see so much of him on the internet 

    #danganrnopa#nagito#nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda hate club
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  • miodas-dr-imagines
    21.09.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Nagito, Sonia, and Gundham with a fem! Ultimate Daycare Worker s/o

    Since my last imagine was so short, here's something a bit juicier to chew on! This was actually really fun to write once I got the ball rolling.

    -Mod Ibuki <3

    ❈ Nagito Komaeda ❈

    Oh, you have such a wonderful talent, he thinks.

    Children absolutely adore you, especially the ones at your daycare. As soon as a kid is dropped off, they run up to you and cling to you like you’re their mother.

    Sometimes Nagito wonders how you do it, though he supposes it just comes naturally to you.

    If he has nothing better to do, and if your boss allows it, he’ll come with you and watch you work with the kids. They seem curious about him.

    “Are you Miss (l/n)’s boyfriend?” a little girl asks.

    “Ah, yes, I am! What’s your name?”

    The girl stares at him. “Why is your hair so white?”

    “Kiki!” you exclaim. “Goodness, you can’t just ask people why their hair is white! Okay?”

    “...I’m sorry, Miss (l/n). Sorry, Miss (l/n)’s boyfriend.”

    “It’s okay, Kiki, we made it right. Why don’t you go and play with your friends?”

    You faced Nagito as Kiki gleefully skipped away. “I’m really sorry about her, babe. For the record, I think your hair makes you look even more handsome!”

    He chuckled. “Oh, s/o...you’re too sweet.”

    ❈ Sonia Nevermind ❈

    The kids at your daycare ship you so hard.

    To tell the truth, they didn’t actually know that you were dating.

    But they thought you’d make a cute couple, so they all worked together to get you two to confess in increasingly cartoon-ish ways.

    Some kids picked dandelions outside and gave them to you, telling you to give them to Sonia.

    They planned a fancy dinner for you both, fit for a princess like Sonia, complete with plastic play food and grape juice that your waitress spilled all over the table.

    And one time, in December, one of the children stood on a (very unstable) block tower and held a mistletoe above you and Sonia’s heads.

    Of course, they almost fell, but luckily, you managed to catch them before the tower toppled.

    Imagine all the cheers when you give your girlfriend a quick peck on the cheek,

    Now imagine the dead silence when you tell them you and Sonia have been together for years.

    ❈ Gundham Tanaka ❈

    If there’s one thing kids love more than ice cream, it’s small animals, and your boyfriend happens to have a whole menagerie of them.

    A few kids were a bit scared of him at first, but once they found out he had hamsters, they were all over him.

    They’re very curious about him, they never stop asking questions.

    “How did you get your scar?”

    “Why are your eyes two different colors?”

    “What are those bandages for?”

    “Did Miss (l/n) give you that scarf?”

    Most of their questions were answered, but you didn’t have the heart to tell them that Gundham’s scar is a tattoo and that he wears colored contacts.

    But the kids were too busy playing with the Devas to care. ^w^

    #danganronpa#danganronpa imagines #sdr2 goodbye despair #nagito komaeda#sonia nevermind#gundham tanaka #nagito komaeda x reader #sonia nevermind x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #mod ibuki
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  • rhomsfanfic
    21.09.2021 - 5 hours ago
    #Nagito#Nagito Komaeda#Komaeda Nagito#Danganronpa#dr2 komaeda#dr2#danganronpa 2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair
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  • certified-mukuro-ikusaba-simp
    21.09.2021 - 5 hours ago

    noooo my favorite tag won’t autofill anymoreeee

    #I think that’s it #⚰️.txt #in the name of nagito komaeda the tumblr sexyman amen
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  • isdisorigionalenoughforyou
    21.09.2021 - 7 hours ago

    God save me, I’m brainstorming a Nagito Death Ballad + sdr2 musical opening number that parallel each other

    #danganronpa#nagito komaeda#sdr2#my shit #we are DEEP in the brainrot lads
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  • ask4danganmen
    20.09.2021 - 11 hours ago
    #danganronpa ask blog #danganronpa#nagito komaeda
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  • ieatwoodchips
    20.09.2021 - 12 hours ago

    what if i got a custom license plate that just says "komaeda"

    #zip it chip #nagito komaeda #my dad hates ppl with custom plates for some reason so i was just thinking of what i could put on one that would piss him off the most #danganronpa
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  • repulsivegoblin
    20.09.2021 - 12 hours ago

    Have this old Komahina wip.

    I think I wanted to draw them as E-boys or something.

    #danganronpa#danganronpa fanart #super danganronpa 2 #hajime hinata#hinata hajime#nagito komaeda#komaedanagito#komahina #nagito komaeda fanart #hajime hinata fanart
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  • matsukamukomaincorrectquotes
    20.09.2021 - 13 hours ago

    nagito: why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one.

    izuru: erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win.


    nagito: they're probably just staring at my ass, aren't they.

    yasuke: yeah, probably.

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  • catboymoments
    20.09.2021 - 15 hours ago

    lil preview doodle of a fic i’m working on

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  • kmhnzine
    20.09.2021 - 15 hours ago

    🏝️《 GUEST SPOTLIGHT: Gabby 》 We are thrilled to introduce our first guest to the zine, Gabby! With stunning shading and a peculiar eye for detail in his works, our team is more than eager to have them on board. ✧ instagram - moochisun ✧ twitter - Moochisun ✧ tumblr - @moochisun

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  • allys-edit-cafe
    20.09.2021 - 15 hours ago
    #i got this in the fucking bag! 🎧 accepted #ta da! 🎼 finished #mod ally#kin#kins#kinning#kin matchup#kin assignment#danganronpa #danganronpa: trigger happy havoc #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #dr1#thh #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 2: goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #sdr2#goodbye despair#chihiro fujisaki#nagito komaeda#mikan tsumiki
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  • random-cute-goth
    20.09.2021 - 16 hours ago

    几卂ᘜ|ㄒㄖ Ҝㄖ爪卂乇ᗪ卂 千卂几卂尺ㄒ


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  • austajunk
    20.09.2021 - 16 hours ago

    *sweats* Okay, I may be really too into this KomaHinaNami Vampire Prom AU, but… but I like bloody, angsty, romantic things~

    #danganronpa#hajime hinata#nagito komaeda#chiaki nanami#komahinanami#komanami#komahina#hinanami #yay for Halloween and vampires #I already got the plot of this and everything
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  • yourlocalteruterukinnie
    20.09.2021 - 17 hours ago

    Nagito: "hey chiaki what's cookie run"

    Chiaki: "uh you know genshin impact?"

    Nagito: "no"


    Chiaki: "this is gonna be a long day"

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  • ultimatetrashyfanfic
    20.09.2021 - 17 hours ago

    I’ve been really into Komahina lately. This started off all lighthearted but then became a bucketload of Komahina hurt/comfort. Just because I think Nagito needs more people to care about him. This is post-hope arc when they are just trying to be normal again. - Circle

    Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33992074

    Warning: descriptions of injuries (nothing serious but requires stitches), blood, some spoilers for SDR2 game and the anime.

    Nagito wasn’t surprised when his bad luck struck that day. He’d been having too much of a good time. He’d come to expect this, to feel a wary tension whenever something nice happened because he knew the bad was now right around the corner.

    At least this time the luck had affected himself rather than the other Ultimates. The morning had been so happy and relaxed, the perfect conditions for Nagito to let his guard down. He was so grateful to be invited on the beach trip with Hajime, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi. They’d acted like it was no big deal, like they had no idea of the gravity their invitation held.

    “You want to hang out with a nobody like me? The Ultimates are so generous, I don’t deserve such-” Nagito started, but then Hajime put a hand over his mouth, Kazuichi stuck his fingers in his ears and Fuyuhiko told him to shut the fuck up - but all three did this fondly.

    It was easy to grow accustomed to the beach when living on a tropical island, but it seemed especially beautiful that day. Blue sea and white sand shimmered with a special sort of exotic glamour - though perhaps that was down to the three other men laughing along and acting like he was equal to them. It was absurd, really, that these Ultimates should give him any attention. He was about to voice this very thought, but then Hajime took Nagito’s hand without hesitation - without a hint of shame - and the words died away. A strange warm feeling bloomed in his chest, heavy and unfamiliar.

    Hajime must’ve sensed he was getting overwhelmed, because he led Nagito back up the beach while Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko went swimming. Or at least Fuyuhiko went swimming; Kazuichi paddled and ran for the shore whenever a strand of seaweed brushed against his leg. Hajime spread their towels out in the shade of a palm tree, lying flat and gesturing for Nagito to do the same. “Come on, get in the shade. I know how easily your skin burns.”

    “Don’t you want to swim too, Hajime?” Nagito asked, flopping down. He let his head fall back onto Hajime’s stomach, making his grunt softly.

    “No, it’s okay. I could tell you needed some peace and quiet.”

    Nagito frowned. Hajime was doing that much more often, seeing through his smiles and cheerful comments to the truth inside. Nagito knew he should be happy, grateful even. Hajime wanted to know him better. Hajime wanted to understand him. So why did it make Nagito feel so raw and vulnerable, like Hajime was scrubbing away a layer of his skin?

    “You shouldn’t have to miss time with your friends for someone like me,” Nagito said. “You were nice enough to bring me along. That’s more than enough.”

    “What, do you think I’m going to chain you to a tree like a dog while we have fun? I’m not missing out on time with anybody. I’m spending time with you, Nagito. Because I want to. I like to. Right?” Hajime said, his voice exasperated. But then Nagito felt a hand in his hair, clumsy yet gentle, and he knew Hajime wasn’t really upset with him.

    Nagito felt the weird feeling come back, itching insistently. He forced himself to give a lighthearted laugh. “You’re so inspiring, Hajime. You have hope for everyone, even miserable wretches like me.”



    “Shut up.”

    Nagito did as he was told. Hajime started idly fiddling with Nagito’s hair, taking hold of one wild curl and pulling it straight, then letting it bounce back. Nagito wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, nervous giggles tickling the back of his throat. This wasn’t them. They weren’t tender and gentle and soft. They weren’t sweet words and walks on the beach and fingers running through hair. Their relationship was messy. They were angry outbursts and nightmares and holding onto each other too tightly, too long.

    Nagito remained tense for a long time, but Hajime didn’t speak again. His hand continued moving through Nagito’s mop of hair until - finally - he felt the man sigh and release the tension in his shoulders. With the warm sun on his face and his head bobbing slowly up and down to the rhythm of Hajime’s breaths, Nagito felt his eyelids droop. And the nightmares didn’t come this time.

    Hajime must’ve slept too, because they were both woken by a splash of icy water over their faces. Hajime yelped and sat upright so hastily Nagito tumbled off him onto the sand, spluttering in shock, wet hair plastered to his face.

    Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi loomed over them with empty buckets, grinning impishly. Hajime lifted his sopping fringe with one hand to glare at them, and they both burst out laughing.

    “You two were sleeping the day away! We didn’t want you getting dehydrated.”

    “It was Kazuichi’s idea,” Fuyuhiko said.

    “Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Hajime growled.

    “It wasn’t! Fuyuhiko started it,” Kazuichi said, but he was giggling like an idiot and it was clear he was lying.

    Hajime stumbled to his feet, hauled Nagito up and snatched Kazuichi’s bucket from his hands. “Right, come on, Nagito. Payback.”

    Hajime started running to the shoreline, dragging Nagito along. Fuyuhiko made for the sea too, and Kazuichi, who was now without a bucket, ran to the right of the beach, clambering over the slick rocks by the cliffs to hide.

    “I’ll go after him,” Nagito told Hajime. “I know there’s only two buckets but I could… throw seaweed at him, I suppose. He seemed afraid of it in the water.”

    Hajime snorted. “Yes, do that! That’s hilarious. I’ll get Fuyuhiko.”

    “No you fucking won’t!” Fuyuhiko yelled.

    So Nagito ran down to the side of the beach too. The damp black rocks appeared every low tide as the sea retreated, leaving behind a selection of tiny pools filled with small fish and anemones and little crabs. The rocks were covered with seaweed and very slippery, and Nagito was barefoot. He should’ve known better - he was used to watching out for potential hazards - but Nagito knew Gundham and Sonia had been down there on several occasions to study the wildlife in the rock pools, and neither of them had been sensibly dressed. Sonia was even in heels, for God’s sake. Surely the rocks couldn’t be that treacherous.

    He wasn’t thinking properly. It was just nice to finally be able to act silly and do stupid stuff with people who seemed to want him around, even if they were just being kind. Nagito had never been in a water fight in his life. He was kidding himself he was normal.

    So he clambered over the slime-covered rocks with reckless abandon, barely pausing to breathe. He had his eyes on Kazuichi in the distance, and he didn’t notice the small rock pool until he was slipping into it, his right foot sliding over sharp rock and rough barnacles. The pain and the shock of the icy water screamed all the way up his leg and his knees gave way, sending him falling onto his behind in the pool with a splash. He sat still for several seconds, the sole of his foot screaming.

    Kazuichi had originally started laughing when he saw Nagito fall, but his expression clouded when Nagito didn’t join in. Usually Nagito smiled after his clumsy moments and said something about his bad luck being a stepping stone for hope later or some similar bullshit. But this time Nagito didn’t smile. He didn’t attempt to get up. He just sat there, face blank.

    “Hey,” Kazuichi called, slowly creeping over. He still wasn’t quite sure if this was a trick. He didn’t want to get a face full of seawater. “You alright?”

    Nagito didn’t react. He didn’t even blink. Kazuichi moved closer, coming right up to the rock pool and bracing himself. Nagito didn’t try to splash him. He just sat, blank-faced, twirling one finger idly in the water and making pinkish swirls with the… sand? Silt? Kazuichi couldn’t tell what it was floating in the rock pool, but it didn’t look sanitary.

    “You should probably get up. That looks pretty dirty,” Kazuichi advised. “And you’re getting your pants wet. What’re you doing anyway? You’re not gonna go weird on me, are you?”

    “I… think I may require Mikan, when it’s most suitable for her. I wouldn’t want to bother an Ultimate with my petty issues,” Nagito said calmly.

    “What? Why?” Kazuichi said, alarmed. “Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”

    As if in answer, Nagito lifted his right leg out of the water. Kazuichi’s eyes went wide when he spotted the huge gash on the sole of Nagito’s foot, gushing blood at a terrifying pace. He looked again at the murky pinkish water and suddenly understood.

    “Oh my fucking God! Fuck, shit, what do we do?” Kazuichi cried in a panic. “Don’t just sit there playing around in your blood, you weirdo! Shit, HAJIME!” Kazuichi yelled back down the beach, waving his arms at the two men in the distance like he’d been shipwrecked.

    They approached warily, not taking the situation seriously. “This better not be a trick, Kazuichi!”

    “I’m not playing the game anymore! Komaeda is bleeding to death over here!”

    “What?” Hajime cried, picking up the pace.

    “Bleeding to death is rather an exaggeration,” Nagito said. “You’d need to lose thirty to forty percent of the blood in your body to even fall unconscious.”

    “I’m not going to ask how the hell you know that,” Kazuichi mumbled.

    Hajime and Fuyuhiko climbed over the rocks, staring in horror at the big cut on Nagito’s foot and the rock pool growing cloudy with blood.

    “What did you do?!” Fuyuhiko cried. Nagito opened his mouth, but Fuyuhiko was looking at Kazuichi.

    “I didn’t do anything!” Kazuichi cried, looking wounded. “I think he slipped or something. I found him just sitting there.”

    “It was nobody’s fault but my own,” Nagito said, his voice the calmest among them despite the fact that he was the one gushing blood. “I was tempting my bad luck. I should be thankful I’m not worse off.”

    “What’s he on about?” Kazuichi asked Hajime.

    “His luck cycle thing.”

    “So something bad is gonna happen every time we’re nice to him?” Kazuichi said. “That sucks. Should we like… shove him over first before we invite him somewhere? Will that cancel it out?”

    “Kazuichi, stop fucking talking,” Fuyuhiko snapped.

    “I didn’t mean a hard shove or anything…”

    “Shut up.”

    “We need to get him to Mikan,” Hajime said firmly, hooking his hands under Nagito’s arms and carefully hauling him out of the rock pool. “Ugh, you’re all soggy.”

    “Yes, that tends to happen when you fall into water, Hajime,” Nagito said, smiling. Not quite a nice and happy smile though.

    “You should probably carry him,” Fuyuhiko said. “Otherwise he’ll get sand in the cut. And he can’t hop all the way back. You should keep his leg elevated above his head to reduce the blood flow.”

    “How am I meant to do that?” Hajime snapped. “Dangle him upside down from his ankles?”

    “I was only trying to help, asshole.”

    “You’d all be terrible first responders. We’ve made no progress whatsoever,” Nagito said. Hajime and Fuyuhiko told him to shut up in unison.

    Kazuichi was grimacing at the growing pool of blood under Nagito’s foot. “He has a point. He’s bleeding a lot, guys. We should probably do something.”

    “He’s on a ton of medication. Lots of them have blood clotting as a side effect, so he has to take blood thinners. That’s why it’s… bad,” Hajime explained. He sighed, scooping Nagito up into his arms, cradling him like a bride.

    It was still far too easy to hold him like this; Nagito’s eating habits were pretty disordered. On bad days he wouldn’t eat at all. Hajime had thought it was sheer obstinacy, but when he’d forced Nagito to have lunch it had come back up again so quickly Nagito hadn’t even reached the bathroom in time. They were in Hajime’s cabin too, which made it worse. That was one of the few times Nagito grew visibly angry with him. He was usually so careful to keep a smooth, happy mask, smiling and chuckling when he was nervous or upset or scared. Hajime never pressured him to eat when he said he couldn’t again.

    “Is this okay?” Hajime asked, trying to shift his arms to lift Nagito’s injured foot as high as possible.

    “Are you going to carry me over the threshold, Hajime?” Nagito said, smiling.

    Hajime could feel his cheeks growing warm. Wow, that was not good. He didn’t want to react physically whenever Nagito teased him, or he’d just tease much more. “I’ll drop you in the ocean if you’re not careful.”

    “Who says chivalry is dead,” Fuyuhiko muttered dryly. “Now hurry up, we need to get help. Take Nagito back to your cabin, Hajime. Me and Kazuichi will go hunt down Mikan.”

    Kazuichi usually moaned if anyone tried to make him dash around in the hot island sun, but he just nodded. “Yeah, we’ll find her. Try not to bleed to death, okay Nagito?”

    “I’ll do my best.”

    They ran off together, and Hajime carried Nagito across the sand towards the cabins. Nagito had his arms wound around Hajime’s neck, his face peering over his shoulder. “We’re leaving a trail of blood. Like that old fairy story.”


    “Some children leave a trail so they don’t get lost in the woods. I remember that part, but I can’t think of the title. It was so long ago…”

    “Oh, you mean Hansel and Gretel. And they left a trail of breadcrumbs, you weirdo, not blood.”

    “And there was a woman in that story who was a cannibal…”

    “She was a witch. She was keeping the kids to cook and eat them.” Hajime was starting to think properly about some of the fairy tails they’d all grown up with. They were actually pretty dark when you thought about it. Trust Nagito to bring that to his attention.

    “Never mind that. How’re you feeling? You’re bleeding an awful lot. And it must hurt.”

    “You don’t need to worry about a nobody li-”

    “Nagito, if you don’t give me a real answer I really am going to drop you.”

    “No you’re not.” Nagito spoke with such calm confidence that Hajime had to clench his teeth to hold back a snarky retort. Okay, maybe Nagito was correct. Hajime wouldn’t just dump his injured boyfriend on his ass in the sand. But that didn’t make his tone any less annoying.

    “Ah, you’re pulling a scary face, Hajime! Are you growing tired of me yet?” Nagito asked, starting to laugh.

    Hajime sighed. He’d been hearing that line a lot from Nagito, as long as they’d been dating and well back into their friendship too. Are you tired of me yet? Whenever it was Nagito’s turn to wake gasping from a nightmare, whenever he grew so ill and weak he could barely move and Hajime had to walk him to the bathroom, whenever the phantom pains from a hand no longer there kept them both up at night, he’d start. Ah, I’m such a burden. Why are you here, Hajime? Why do you care about a nobody like me? Aren’t you tired of this? Aren’t you tired of me?

    He always kept his voice light and easy, but Hajime sensed there was must be some sort of truth behind the questions. Nobody repeated something over and over like a parrot unless the same thoughts were swirling non-stop in their own heads. Hajime knew Nagito had been alone most of his childhood, forced to take care of his own problems. Now he seemed to baulk at the idea of help or support of any kind, like Hajime was going to play a cruel joke on him and shove him away at the last second.

    “I’m growing tired of you saying that,” Hajime said. “Come on, let’s just get inside. And no more woe-is-me speeches, right? I keep telling you, I want to help.”

    “You’re so kind, Hajime.”

    “I’m not kind. I’m not doing it because I’m kind,” Hajime said irritably. “I’m doing it because I want to. Because I care about you. Okay?”

    Nagito didn’t respond, just smiling calmly. Hajime wished he could peer right behind those eyes and see what really went on in Nagito’s head. He sighed and sat on his bed to wait for Mikan. As he was still holding Nagito, he ended up perched on Hajime’s lap, but he didn’t attempt to move. Hajime felt the tight frustration in his chest ease and he carefully wound his arms around Nagito’s skinny waist. Too skinny. Fuck, they needed to find something Nagito could eat even when he felt ill.

    “I’m dripping blood on your carpet,” Nagito whispered, his head still resting on Hajime’s shoulder.

    “Doesn’t matter right now.” He peered over the side of the bed. “You’re still bleeding a lot. Are you feeling okay? You’ve gone pretty pale.”

    “Just a little light-headed, Hajime. Don’t worry about me.”

    “Of course I’m worrying about you. Stop testing me, Nagito. I care. I’m not leaving, I’m not annoyed, I’m not sick of you. Please stop it,” Hajime begged.

    Nagito went silent again. There was a strange expression on his face, brows furrowed, almost irritated - but before Hajime could question him there was a knock at his cabin door and Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi burst in. They were dragging Mikan between them, one on either side of her like bodyguards.

    “We found her!” Kazuichi cried. “Is Komaeda okay? Because we don’t have spare blood if he needs a transfusion or something.”

    “Who the fuck has spare blood?” Fuyuhiko snapped. “He’ll be fine. I’ve seen guys bleed way more than that and still live.”

    “Well, the peace and quiet in here was nice while it lasted,” Hajime muttered. He smiled at Mikan apologetically. “Sorry for dragging you over here at such short notice, but I think he needs stitches.”

    “I don’t want to cause trouble. I would never tear an Ultimate away from their work with my petty desires and-” Nagito’s string of self-deprecation was swiftly cut off as Hajime’s clapped a hand over his mouth.

    “Don’t listen to him. Please, can you help him?”

    “Of course,” Mikan said. Her smile was nervous, but Hajime didn’t think it was anything they’d done - Mikan always seemed nervous. She’d had the forethought to bring a case of supplies when Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi dragged her across the island, so she knelt on the blood-spattered carpet and took hold of Nagito’s ankle.

    “Y-yes, it’s quite a deep gash, but it’s not very serious. You’ll need stitches and you won’t be able to get them wet or put weight on your right foot for at least a week,” she explained, snapping on rubber gloves.

    “Looks like Hajime will be doing a lot more carrying then,” Fuyuhiko said.

    “Does Peko carry you when you get hurt?” Kazuichi teased, then yelped as Fuyuhiko thumped him hard.

    “I’m going to clean the wound. I want you to take a deep breath, Nagito. This will be painful,” Mikan said. Her usually shaky voice seemed much firmer and more assured when she was talking about her medicine. Her clumsy hands grew confident and graceful as she worked, carefully cleaning, stitching and bandaging the wound while gently reminding Nagito when to breathe and warning him when something was going to be painful. She put so much effort into making him as comfortable as possible - an Ultimate trying to help a nobody like him! Nagito wanted to show Mikan how thankful he was, how wonderfully selfless it was to treat him like a worthy patient, like an equal - but his throat ached so badly he could only choke out a “thank you” in an almost inaudible voice.

    And it wasn’t just Mikan; Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko stayed too. They peered over Mikan’s shoulder while she worked, having to be reminded several times to back off. Kazuichi pulled faces whenever the wound was revealed and Fuyuhiko teased Nagito for managing to slice his foot so badly in a fall most people could’ve laughed off uninjured, but it was clear they cared too. They did their best to offer help.

    “I’ll bring dinner for both of you tonight,” Fuyuhiko said. “Probably best if Nagito rests in the quiet. He might be feeling shitty from the shock.”

    “I’ll make you some crutches, Nagito,” Kazuichi promised. “Crutches that work on the sand too so you can still go to the beach with us.”

    They were being so nice… and all Nagito wanted to do was shove them out the door. The tightness in his chest was growing worse and worse, like somebody was slowly tightening a belt over his ribs. He was dangerously close to shattering, and that was something he couldn’t do now. He needed them out. They cared too much. He hardly dared blink or speak in case it all came bursting out.

    Nagito moved closer to Hajime as Mikan fixed the bandages on his foot, his lips so close they brushed Hajime’s ear. “Make them leave. Please.”

    He couldn’t say any more. He wanted to explain, wanted to make Hajime realise how urgent this was, how close he was to being vulnerable around three people he was not ready to open up to in this way. Hell, it was still hard even to show Hajime, the man he literally shared a bed with.

    Nagito’s eyes were burning. He felt a surge of panic. Oh God, Hajime, please get them out of here…

    Perhaps Hajime heard the strain in Nagito’s whisper, perhaps he felt how tense his body had grown against him, but - miraculously - he seemed to understand. He carefully eased Nagito onto the bed, thanked their friends for their help and reassured everyone Nagito would be okay now, he just needed some rest and some peace. Nagito stopped listened. He was barely blinking. He managed to smile and nod until Hajime had ushered Mikan, Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko to the door, then Nagito rolled over and hastily buried his face in a pillow.

    Hajime finally convinced his friends they’d both be fine and closed the door with a sigh of relief. He turned back to the bed, not too surprised to see Nagito lying on his stomach with his face hidden.

    Nagito was all mixed up when it came to emotions; bad situations had him laughing and smiling, positive reinforcement had driven him to tears several times now. With Hajime. Nagito refused to cry in public. Sometimes it could be really inconvenient too. Since they’d all woken up and decided to try to undo all the terrible things in their past, everyone was trying to be nicer. And trying to be nicer to Nagito if he was feeling particularly weak or tired or ill that day was fatal. He’d start tugging on Hajime’s hand, gently at first, but the tugging would grow more frantic as he struggled to retain control. Sometimes Hajime had to interrupt people mid-conversation with some silly excuse to save Nagito’s pride. Once he’d run out of ideas and made out to Akane that he had a sudden and urgent need to use the toilet. That had actually made Nagito laugh when he’d calmed down.

    It wasn’t ideal, but Hajime couldn’t help being thankful that Nagito trusted him more than anyone else. Trusted Hajime to whisk him away when he needed help, and trusted Hajime to hold him while he wept silently, face hidden in his jacket or covered with his hands - even Hajime didn’t get to see his face when Nagito was in that state.

    So Hajime didn’t comment when he saw Nagito soundlessly weeping into his pillow (hopefully Nagito’s pillow anyway. Hajime didn’t want tears and snot on his own pillow). He didn’t ask what was wrong. He simply walked to the foot of the bed and took hold of Nagito’s ankle, examining Mikan’s handiwork. The white bandages were almost the same colour as Nagito’s skin, and his exposed toes were icy cold.

    “You should put some socks on,” Hajime noted.

    Nagito, predictably, didn’t move, so Hajime grabbed a pair from the dresser. “Are you going to cooperate?”

    Nothing. Hajime sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing hold of Nagito’s leg. “Honestly, I bet even Sonia never had anybody to put her socks on for her and she’s royalty. Come on, bend your leg. Help me out a bit.” Despite his grumbling, Hajime eased the socks on with scrupulous care, being especially delicate with the injured foot. “There, your majesty. Surely that must feel better.”

    Nagito still didn’t make a sound. Hajime moved to stretch out beside him on the bed, a hand resting between his shoulders. “Hey,” Hajime mumbled. “It’s alright. I know it’s hard, but they care about you. It’s not a bad thing.”

    “They shouldn’t care. I did terrible things,” Nagito said, his voice so muffled by the pillow it was hard to understand him.

    “So did I. So did everybody here. We’re all trying to make up for that.”

    “I don’t deserve love.”

    “That’s what you tell yourself. It’s not the truth.” Hajime very gently eased Nagito off the pillow into his arms. Nagito immediately hid his face in Hajime’s chest, but he didn’t pull away. He clamped a hand hard over his mouth to keep the sobs inside.

    “Don’t,” Hajime said firmly, taking hold of Nagito’s hand and trying to pry the fingers away from his lips. “Stop holding it all in. I think that’s partly why you keep getting overwhelmed so often. You never let go.”

    Nagito didn’t give up, wrenching his hand free and slapping it right back across his lips - but not before a single gasping sob had escaped. It was the first time Hajime had ever heard him make a noise while he cried. Nagito screwed up his face immediately, wincing.

    “No, that’s good! Fucking fantastic! Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I’m cheering you on for crying, but here we are,” Hajime muttered. He took hold of Nagito’s hand once again and tried to prise it away. “Come on, we’re on the right track. It’s just us here. Our door is locked, nobody expects us at dinner. You’re safe, okay? You’re not a burden. I don’t think any less of you. Please…”

    Hajime yanked Nagito’s hand away, keeping hold of the wrist this time. Immediately a loud sob burst out, another chasing on its heels so quickly Nagito barely had time to draw breath. And the floodgates opened. He gasped and wheezed and sobbed, soaking Hajime’s chest with tears and spit and snot, clinging so tightly to Hajime’s arms that his nails left little crescent moon shapes in the skin. And Hajime never complained. He held Nagito tight, whispering encouragement into his hair, warm hands rubbing between Nagito’s shoulder blades - holding him together, anchoring him against the darkness that swirled inside Nagito’s head.

    Nagito wasn’t sure how long he spent sobbing desperately into his boyfriend’s chest; it felt like hours. He cried until his head throbbed and his throat ached. He cried for his friends, struggling themselves to shake their pasts as Remnants of Despair. He cried for all the people they hurt and tortured under Junko’s brainwashing. He cried for the parents he could only remember from photographs. He cried for the childhood dog who’d died in his arms. He cried for himself, for his lifetime of loneliness, his bad luck driving people away out of fear. And he cried for Chiaki.

    All the while, Hajime held him. Hajime let Nagito drip all over him for an eternity, and when the sobs finally, finally started to fade away, Hajime brought him a bottle of water and held a cold cloth to his puffy eyes, wrapping an arm around him and pulling Nagito against his shoulder. “I learned this from Mahiru. She does this for Hiyoko when she’s been crying. It’s meant to stop your eyes getting all red and sore.”

    Nagito nodded, far too emotionally exhausted to speak. He sat helplessly while Hajime fussed over him with tender but clumsy hands, dabbing his face with tissues and smoothing his messy hair off his forehead. Nagito stared blankly ahead - and then felt two warm hands grip his cheeks. He was forced to stare into Hajime’s heterochromic eyes.

    “Hey…” Hajime’s soft tone was a complete contrast to his firm stare. “I’m so proud of you, Nagito.”

    It almost brought the tears back. Proud of him? For what? For having a tantrum like a baby?

    Hajime recognised his expression. “I’m proud of you for feeling. I’m not good at this mushy stuff and I know you’re not either… but it’s just so good to finally see you letting yourself hurt openly like that. I’m really fucking proud of you.”

    Nagito’s chest hurt again. He pulled Hajime’s hands away from his cheeks and held them, squeezing as hard as he could manage. It took several tries before he managed to speak, tasting salty tears on his dry lips. “Next time you feel bad,” he whispered, his voice low and hoarse, “I’ll put your socks on for you too.”

    Hajime laughed - and Nagito finally found himself smiling again, though his face was still blotchy and tearstained. They’d be okay. They had each other to put their socks on when they were having bad days.

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