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Hajime Hinata

  (Begins the first day of Sonia and Chiaki's respective perspectives)

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   By the time four am rolled around, Hajime Hinata realized he wasn't going to sleep tonight. 

   Tossing and turning for hours on end, trying every trick in the book but he still couldn't just fall asleep. Sure, he was tired mind you but that didn't mean he would actually sleep. 

   'Maybe. . .I should get some fresh air.'

   The mocha-haired boy kicks the covers off of his body before hauling himself out of bed. He throws a grey hoodie over the white T-shirt he wore to bed, slips his feet into some sandals, and leaves his cottage.

   He glances up at the clear sky, a dazzling purplish-blue color with millions of twinkling stars. How beautiful. Every evening on Jabberwock island was.

   Hajime then began walking aimlessly, hands stuffed deep in his pockets to shield them from the late night/early morning chill. The air smelled of warm sand and salty water.

   He finds his feet leading him towards the beach, and Hajime, finding no fault with that allows it to happen.

   He takes off his sandals before stepping on to the sand, not wanting to get them all grainy. He rolls the bottoms of his sweatpants and begins walking in the direction of the ocean.  

   To his surprise, someone else was already there before him. Nagito Komaeda was standing there without a care in the world, fully-dressed for the day, fluffy hair rustling in the wind. If he noticed Hajime's presence he didn't comment on it. 

   Shrugging to himself, Hajime took a couple more steps forward so that he was standing directly next to Nagito. They stood there in silence for a few moments before Nagito finally turned to him with a polite smile.

   "Hello there, Hinata. What brings you out here so early?" 

   "I could ask you the same thing." Hajime retorts, getting a chuckle in response. 

   "I suppose you could," He agrees easily, "but this sort of thing is normal for me, not for someone like Hinata," He jumps slightly, "Oh, I'm sorry! It's not my place to ask an Ultimate about their personal business."

   Hajime rolls his eyes and sighs. 

   "Politeness is not personal business, Komaeda. If I were you I'd be wondering the same thing." He promises.

   "Thanks Hinata. You're a good fri-person. Thank you for caring about me."

   'He was going to say friend. He wanted to. Does he think he's not worthy of being my friend or something? Jeez, Komaeda. . .'

   He puts a smile on his face. "Of course I do," He nudges the pale boy's shoulder playfully, "you're my friend, Komaeda. Probably my best friend on this entire island."

   Nagito's eyes widen, cheeks revealing a tint of pink. "R-Really?! Y-Yeah, you're my best friend too, Hinata. Thank you." He said before frowning briefly for a few moments. 

   "I'm glad to hear it, Komaeda," I ruffle his fluffy little head, "why don't you try and get an hour or so of shuteye before we need to leave for breakfast?"

   ". . .Alright, whatever you say, Hinata. Good night."

   And with that he carefully steps away and starts heading back towards the hotel, Hajime watching him go. Halfway across the beach he suddenly stops and turns back to him, smiling faintly.