I-i-i".... Nagito was so scared, he couldn't bare what he would be hearing next. The ears twitch once more, the fear dwelling into his body as if a sore had just grew upon his back. Tears had formed slowly out of nervous sheer anxiety. What would he say? What will he do? Nows not the time, he has to finish this. "I'm....in love, wi-- with Hinata-kun." It settled in. The bushes rattle from the thick gusts of wind, the trees gasping underneath rubble. Silence. The horror of the words peer throughout Nagito's body. What? He...WHAT..? He couldn't help it, he bursts sobbing. He couldn't handle anything. He couldn't stop himself. "What...WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING?? I e-even gave you, m-my matching maid outf-fit and you do this to me?" His voice trembled more it ever had that he could remember in his life. "N-Nagito-kun, calm down!! Please, i can expl --" but before Obama could finish, pow. Birds scramble from the weak branches they had held their sharp paned claws on. Nagito had slapped the holy life of him. On the cheek, it had left but the only most subtle red mark of a palm. He was still crying more than he ever had before. "No, dont even FINISH! We're done. I can't believe you would do this to me after so long of knowing each-other. We held in loving embraces almost every other day and you're gonna say this to me? THIS? You're gonna treat me like this? And to think i even loved you, and you're doing this to me. I cant believe this." Nagito shouted, before climbing off immediately and running away, not even back to his home. He was sobbing harder he ever was. Running. He wasn't paying attention to anything he as doing. All he knew, was to run. More. More. He couldn't recognize where he was at the time. Not even a house, or a lamp-light. "Now where do i go..?" He whispers to himself, until noticing a shadowed figure about 5 feet away from him slowly walking closer. Who,. nono, what.. is that? He thought to himself in a panic. Should he run away?
He yelled to the shadow figure. "Hey! Who are y---....Hajime?" He asks. The figure didnt respond, it seemed as if it wasn't even paying attention. "Hello..?" Asked again. No response, again. He walked up to the figure, as the cloak of the doomed-to-be darkness unveiled the mystery "Hinata Hajime". Oh, never mind it was just....Hajime??????? Nagito was , or more, confused than he was before. He blushed silently, before violence overcame his body. He was fueled with rage upon seeing the spiky-haired shorter boy. "Hajime." He said, louder, and more stern. The tan-haired flinched and, quite pitched, yelled. "W3D\-- O--oh. Oh, its just you." Hajime said, still pretty startled. There was a distinct rude tone to the way he phrased such. "Yeah. Do you know Obama, Hajime.. ?" Hajime had a clear paint of pure fear on his face. Uh oh. Did he just...?
Hinata P.O.V//
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Cold. All i felt was cold, as if i was in the middle of winter, with but only a thin T-shirt and shorts on. Freezing. Fear and anxiety rushed through my body as if it was overlaying my bloodline. I froze in fear. I had to of looked as pale as a ghost. I stood there, my hands trembling. His voice was just as frost. "Do you know Obama, Hajime?". He asked in such a stern and bold voice, as if he were to be beating me down to the ground with just the tone of five words. I tried my best to calm down before speaking again, and answering his question. My voice shook, silent and shaking. I couldn't handle it, how and-- Why? Why would...Why did...How did........I gulp. "No. No I don't, besides his presidency. Why ask, you of all people?" . I tried to act more than him, overpower him, and maybe calm him more than I had been. Then, and even more violent as previously, he responded. "I know. I'm not stupid, Hajime. Do you think I wouldn't know if my, now ex, was TALKING TO SOMEONE I TRUSTED???????.". I was taken aback. He was never so violent before. I audibly gasped.
"Nagito, I--", but before i could finish, he walked away, grunting in anger. What...just happened?
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They met..They fursuited... | obagito fic
RomanceHe was a 21 year old ill boy, He was the president of the united states. Who knew their love would combine like this..?
