SaiOuma/HinaKoma || One-Shots || Danganronpa ||

💔✨Damnit..✨💔

No.
No.
No.
No..
No..
No..
No..!

Damnit! Why didn't it work? It was supposed to explode! What the hell happened?

"Komeada!" Hajime ran over to me, kneeling next to me. He ripped the tape off my mouth.

"O-Oh..Hey Hinata-Kun.." I mumbled.

"Give me the rope." He glared at me. I looked up at the spear one more time, feeling tears form. Why didn't it work..?

"Here." I slowly handed him the rope, watching him lower the spear and completely ruin my plan.

"Why the hell would you do this?" Hajime glared at my thighs and hand.

"Oh..I deserve it. Plus, this was my plan to expose the traitor. My luck really does hate me..huh?" I laughed slightly, a pain shooting up my arm. I let out a pain-filled scream. I turned my head to see Hajime holding the knife that was in my hand.

"Sorry..you were distracted, so I pulled it out." Hajime threw the knife aside, untying me from the ropes. I stayed silent as tears dropped from my eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to die. Why did this have to be the outcome?

"Komeada!" Hajime shouted, I turned my head towards him.

"S-Sorry. What is it, Hinata-Kun?" I offered a weak smile, the blood loss starting to take effect.

"Why would you try and kill yourself just to find the Traitor? What if it didn't work?" Hajime gently lifted me up, trying to be mindful of the stab wounds. I clenched my eyes closed, gritting my teeth as the pain worsened.

"I-I..just- wa-nted.." I groaned out before feeling light headed, passing out shortly after.

Hajime's POV-

Fuck..he passed out. I glanced at his face, seeing the dry and wet tears still present on his face. I have mix feelings about him..He is a very good looking guy and he can be funny at times but- he isn't the most..happiest. I'm super confused by this too! Isn't he the lucky student? So.. shouldn't he be happy? He is super lucky and could probably get anything he wants. Though, I suppose he did end up in this game with the rest of us, that isn't very lucky..

I open the doors to the nurse's office, laying him down on a bed.

"Sorry Komeada.." I mumbled a quick apology before taking his pants off. I inspected the stab wounds. I wasn't the best at medical things, that was Mikan's job but- yeah.. I quickly clean the wound a bit before grabbing a needle and thread. I stitched the cuts shut, cleaning it again after. I grabbed his hand, which felt..really cold. I checked his pulse.

Thump...

Thump..

Thump.

Slow, but still there. I quickly fixed up his hand, which wasn't easy since his hands were producing a cold sweat. I finally wrapped up his wounds in bandages, putting a blanket over him right after. I took a good look at him..

His eye bags were very noticeable. Has he slept at all?

His cheeks were sunken in a bit. He looked way too skinny anyway. Does he even eat?

Komeada also had very pale skin, he almost looked like a doll.

He looked beautiful still..he managed to pull of the look "I have a lot of problems" and still look good.

"Mm.." Nagito stirred in his slumber. I quickly backed the chair up a bit, waiting for him to awaken.

"Morning Komeada." I greet, nodding slightly at him.