Maybe. || Komohina angst

Chapter 1

Nagito Komaeda was walking to his class with a nonchalant smile on his face. It was just his default expression. He didn't really care about anything that happened to him anyways, the despair will eventually lead to hope.

Right?

That's how he'd always thought of life, and that's how he always will think.

His luck will make everything turn out okay, even if it takes years upon years.

Upon years.

Upon years.

It'd just been a cycle for years, the occasional happiness but always remaining the same. No matter what, Nagito'd always be a hopeless freak.

He'd accepted this, though.

He got to his classroom and sat where he usually sat, smiling.

"H-hello, Komaeda-san!" The voice who spoke out to him was that of Mikan Tsumiki, the super high school level health committee member. 

"Hello, Tsumiki." Nagito said, greeting her in return.

"How a-are you today?"

"I'm doing great! But how I'm doing doesn't matter, as I'm-"

"You're not t-trash, Komaeda-san..."

"Mm, alright then. Well, how are you doing?"

"I-I'm good."

"That's good."

Their teacher, Chisa Yukizome, walked in with a smile. "Goooooood morning, class!" She looked around. "Looks like everyone's here. Alright! Let's get started."

Chisa walked up to the front of the classroom and started the day.

~Timeskip~

Nagito was walking towards the dorms, looking at the ground. He often looked at the ground, not out of insecurity or anything of the sort, he just enjoyed doing it.

"Wah-" He bumped into somebody and stumbled backwards, falling onto the ground. 

He looked up at the person he'd bumped into, who was holding out a hand to help him up with a nervous expression. The person had brown hair with an ahoge on the top of it. The person also wore a reserve course uniform.

"Sorry, are you okay?" The man said, still holding out a hand to help Nagito up.

Nagito took his hand and stood up, smiling. "Yes, I'm fine. What's a talentless loser like you doing in the main course, anyway?"

The man's expression turned bitter. "I'm coming here to see my friend."

"And who might that be?"

"..." The man hesitated a bit. "Chiaki Nanami."

"Oh, she's in my class, actually." Nagito laughed. "What a nice coincidence."

The man sighed and smiled. "Well, my name's Hajime Hinata. What about you?"

"Well, I'm not really worth enough for you to need to know my name, but I'm Nagito Komaeda. It's nice to meet you, Hajime."

"You're...worth enough for me to remember your name. Aren't you in the main course? That should give you some sort of worth, unlike a reserve course loser like me."

"Yeah, but I'm just an ultimate lucky student. I'm still talentless, ahaha. I guess nether of us are worth anything."

Hajime laughed nervously. "You're a weird one, aren't you Komaeda-kun."

"I guess I am, as one would expect from trash like myself."

"You're not trash."

Nagito laughed carelessly. "Well, I should get back to my dorm now. I'll see you later, Hinata-kun."

Hajime nodded. "Of course, you do that. See you." 

They both went their separate ways, Nagito to his dorm and Hajime to somewhere else.

Nagito got to his dorm and collapsed on his bed and shuffled under the blankets, soon falling asleep.