Campus (Nagito x Hajime)

Better than mint and berries

"Damn.." Hajime muttered under his breath. Nagito and him talked for a while. A few hours, maybe? Something behind him pushed him over, making him fall. "Huh?"

"Oh- Sorry!" Nagito appeared from behind him. He held keys. "You forgot these." Nagito shook the keys. Not making any eye contact in a way as if there were more people here, you wouldn't be able to tell who he was talking to. 

Hajime got up and brushed his pants. "Thanks, a lot. Uh, I'll call you when I get home and- see you tomorrow, in.." Hinata thought hard.

"English, math and science..." Nagito reminded him. The evening glow outlined his face and shone in his eyes. His hair flying with the clouds.

"Yeah. I'll tell Peko you said hi." Hajime stepped along the edge of the concrete. Putting his arms out to balance, facing away from Nagito Komaeda.

"Yeah. Fuyuhiko too." Nagito brushed his hair from his eyes to get a better look at Hajime.

Hajime got in his car. He drove past Auburn street and turned right, drove through Clover avenue and turned left on Blink drive. He knocked on the door to his dorm. No answer. He had his keys anyway, but it would have been nice if Fuyuhiko, or Peko opened the door for him. He pulled himself through the doorway. Fuyuhiko and Peko must've fallen asleep while watching a movie. The gray haired girl enveloped him with her long pale arms. The television was still on and reflected in Peko's glasses. The people dancing in the glass. Hajime turned it off, and headed to the bathroom. His toothbrush was green. He liked it. Soon after, he fell asleep. In bed of course and drifted into the island of his dreams.

He awoke with a gasp. The alarm was way louder than he anticipated. He smashed the black alarm clock and it came to a screeching stop. "Ugh." He groaned. He walked out so he could wake up Peko and Fuyuhiko, but they seem to have left. Only leaving an imprint of their body in the gray blanket they shared. Dark gray. He got ready and left for breakfast.

Oatmeal? Ew. Hajime hated- no despised oatmeal. It was all mushy, but he ate it anyway. He minded more to get something else. He hat down at a wood table. It was sturdy, though his chair wasn't. It was wobbly. He slurped up his oatmeal. His first class was at 9am. He was frustrated on why he didn't have them later. 

As he walked to English a memory filled his head. The memory of how soft and nice Nagito looked in the golden sun rays. With his cloud-like hair and his eyes gleaming with the water. Perfect. 

He sat down. Put his bag in his lap. A chair screeched next to him. 

"Hey." A familiar voice said.

Hajime's eyes widened and he quickly turned to the voice. Nagito Komaeda. He looked around him, to see all the other places Nagito could of sat, but he chose there. 

The teacher introduced himself with big, strong, steel words that could cut through rocks. 

Nagito greeted Hajime with soft, gravely words that you'd hear on a sunny day, eating strawberries on a picnic. 

"Hi. Nagito," Hajime's hands fell across his bag.

"Where were you at breakfast? I tried to find you, but I couldn't." He ignored the teachers stories.

"Ah. Well I had oatmeal." Hajime answered.

"Oh- I came to breakfast late. That's-That's probably why." Nagito's hair was in a ponytail, his fingernails painted green like the seats at Pineapple Swiggs.

"Oh yeah." Hajime leaned on his hand facing Komaeda. 

"You know..." Nagito tapped on the desk. "There's a- an, um.. There's a fair a little bit from here. I was wondering if you-um.. I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me. To the fair. Like a date?"

Hajime's face flushed. "Yes. I- Yes. I'd like that,"

"Good. We better listen now. Not a good impression to not listen on your first day.. right..?" Nagito asked.

"Yeah. Probably not a good look on us." Hajime laughed, his face still red as strawberries.

"Yeah." Nagito laughed as well. Then, Hajime leaned back and listened carefully to the teacher's lecture. Studying him with every step and movement with his arms. On the other hand, Nagito couldn't seem to pay attention to him. Words too sharp, they might cut his ears. Instead he took a liking to studying Hajime's hair. Brown and spiky. He wondered what he smelled like. He wasn't too far from him. Nagito moved closer. He smelled of mint, and- and berries no.. not berries. Something else. Something better. Better than mint and berries.