Hope's Peak Academy | Hajime Hinata x Reader

Chap. 15

it's been eighty four years

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Somehow, learning that Monomi was behind the removal of your school memories made even less sense than what you'd already been subject to knowing. Everyone was equally as horrified by this revelation, but none of it made sense.

Monomi? That thing? Please...

You were immediately dissatisfied with this news, until the horror set in. Monokuma didn't even have to tell you that this was a motive. You knew.

Everyone's voices soon came ahead in an anguished, garbled mess, full of complaints and denials, but it was a front. You became increasingly aware of everyone's presence around you: sixteen individuals who had the capacity to send you straight into the arms of death.

(Well, maybe fifteen. You could probably fold Nagito like a pack of cards if the opportunity arose, but that didn't seem likely...)

Realising that this wasn't going to work as a motive as well as he initially thought, Monokuma raised his next point: "None of you even realise that there's a traitor hiding among you!"

Silence.

"We arranged for sixteen students from Hope's Peak to come to this island... so why are there seventeen of you?"

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The last hour had been a blur. Mainly because when Nagito had tried to speak to you after the fact, you screamed so hard that you tripped and slammed your head straight into the corner of the stage.

... It was as pathetic as it sounded, but in your defence... Well, there was no defence. Maybe Nagito's bad luck meant you had to trip over your own feet?

However, Hajime and Nagito were the only ones left at Jabberwock Park when this took place, Mikan had blubbered and cried her way home half an hour before you decided to leave, so now it was up to the most pathetic duo to patch your head back up.

Standing in front of Hajime's cottage, Nagito had an arm around your back, his free arm holding yours over his shoulder steady. Your head was staining his jacket a bright pink with every second that passed, and Hajime was practically gagging as he opened the door.

Once they managed to get you on a chair, they both started gesturing for the other to help you.

"Hinata-kun... I don't know first aid."

"What the hell are you talking about? Neither do I!"

"Maybe you do? That could be your hidden talent!"

"That isn't a compliment!"

After another five minutes of back and forth, it was Hajime that eventually relented. Nagito mentioned that you had called Hajime your best friend. It felt like he'd been shot in the head, he was never arguing with him again.

Nagito politely excused himself after turning an impossible shade of green, shrugging his jacket off as he left the cottage. Hajime was silently cursing him, knowing he'd done this on purpose— which only begged the question: what on earth had you been telling Nagito?

In the most slapdash job ever known to man, Hajime had successfully patched your head up with a shoddy first aid kit and a lot of frustration. He was proud of his work, until the bandage on your head came loose once more and he groaned.