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✩ wanna be heartbroken together? | 21.

note: nagito x kokichi is a comfort ship for me, and this was made for my own comfort. i will not change anything about this oneshot and such unless it is portrayed badly, is grammatically incorrect,  or is in a negative light, because this was made as a coping mechanism.
thanks for understanding,
-kaz

tw: hanahaki au,  nagito x kokichi, unrequited love, suicide, gross descriptions, and etmophobia

non-despair au, where all victims of the killing game are in Hope's Peak. chiaki is still alive, and has my headcannon of them being non-binary in affect.
    -edit: AHAHDHFJFJKE. THERE WERE SO MANY FUCKING ERRORS IN THIS IM SO SORRY ITS MUCH BETTER NOW PLEASE REREAD THIS IF YOU WANT
      -word count; 2123

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nagito laid quietly on his bed with his arms over his eyes and head; his light flesh blocking out all light possible. blood gurgled in his mouth as he spat out another, deep purple-colored petal; soaked in blood saliva. his lungs hurt, though....for him, that was honestly normal, so he didn't really acknowledge it too much.

why in god's name did it have to be him? his eyes fluttered as he lifted his arm up, green optics glancing at the bright, lime letters of the analog clock sitting on his shelf. two fifty-three am. he huffed as he breathed in painfully, would he ever get to sleep? his eyelashes batted as time passed painfully slow.

with nothing better to do, he took out his phone and ringed hajime.

"nagito what the fuck," the voice sounded cranky and tired on the other side of the phone. he must've woken up the boy.

nagito was silent for a moment before breathing in, blinking with exhaustion that wouldn't let its vice-like grip let go of him. "speak up, fucko," hajime must've heard him, seeing as that was his less-than-excited reply.

"i have the hanahaki disease, hajime." nagito's chest heaved as he coughed (more like choked) out another bloodied petal, this time it was less so covered in the metallic red than it was usually. "and with my luck, ouma already has a lover. no....he does, shuichi, was it?..." his voice was hoarse as he blinked toxically. he felt horrible, for falling in love with a person already in a relationship.

hajime was silent, nagito's increasingly annoyed and melancholy tone went on as he coughed once more, another petal being torn up by his sharp canines as he took it from his blood-stained mouth. he must've looked even crazier to anyone who was watching, sitting on his bed shirtless as he coughed up purple petals that matched the exact eye color of his beloved.

"nagito, you're....shitting me, right?" hajime's tone turned green with envy. nagito could tell. "i thought- you-"

"hajime, i'm...sorry. i've moved on at this point. we're supposed to be friends." nagito gulped down thick, red substance and saliva into his stomach, the metallic taste lining his throat. "if you're going to be no help, hajime, then i'm going to call chiaki."

"no, no wa-" and nagito hung up. god, it had been awhile since he had talked to hajime. they really had grown apart...and that was nagito's fault. he couldn't bare to lay hajime with all of his medical issues and mental problems- not to mention his luck.

he sighed, scrolling down his contacts to one that said "gaymer kid," tapping it once before the phone rang painfully loud. then a voice was heard on the other side. "nagito?...what do you want?" they yawned, chiaki's tone more tired than usual.

"you picked up unusually late," nagito noted as he pressed the phone on his shoulder with his head. "thats really unlike you, chiaki," his eyes fluttered with fatigue once more.

"yeah...i was asleep..." chiaki growled as they seemingly got out of bed, turning the call to a facetime. "and you're up unusually late...well, early.."they grumbled as nagito heard the whirring of the coffee pot on the other line.