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Komahina

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Nagito Komaeda

Please don't forget this.

The 3rd trial was 4 days ago. 7 of my classmates are dead. I say that they are stepping stones for hope, but the truth is they where just kids. It's all my fault. I'm worthless. Trash. Trash. Trash. Trash. Trash. Stupid, ugly, worthless trash. I can stop this. But I'm not, for some reason. Worthless. I crossed to the other side of the cabin. My classmates haven't seen me in days. I haven't eaten, showered, slept, or drank since the trail. I deserve this. They would have talked to me if they cared. My classmates hate me. Trash. I'm sure I look like shit. I grabbed the large knife that sat on the table. I took a deep breath. Trash. Worthless trash. I raised the knife as the door crashed open. Trash.

Meanwhile

Hajime Hinata

I woke up to Monokuma's announcement. The 3rd trail was 4 days ago. I got ready before heading to the cafe. Nagito still wasn't there. He hasn't been seen in days. But today felt different. I grabbed a piece of toast and sat down with it. Something felt odd today. I found my thoughts wandering back to Nagito, no matter how hard I tried to get him off my mind. I found myself oddly attracted to the hope obsessed boy. He was the first one I met on this island. An odd pit formed in my stomach. I ignored it however, continuing to eat. My toast was almost gone when I realized it.
"Something is happening to Nagito. He's doing something to himself." I muttered. Chiaki and some others looked at me.
"I'm gonna check on Komaeda." I announced, walking out of the cafe. My speed increased as the pit in my stomach grew. I reached his cabin and heard metal moving around. A tear fell from my eye as I slammed the door open. Nagito stood in the middle of his room. A large knife sat in his raised hand. He looked sickly thin and pale. His eyes where sunken and dark. His hair was messy. I grabbed Nagito's wrist, preventing him from hurting himself.
"Just let me die, Hajime." He said.
"NO!" I yelled back.
"Why? I am trash. I deserve it." He argued.
"NO! YOUR NOT DYING." I screamed. He shook his head.
"WHY, HAJIME? IT WOULD BE BETTER IF I DIED!" Nagito yelled. "JUST LET ME DIE GOD DAMNIT!"
"NO YOUR NOT LEAVING ME HERE!" I screamed.
"WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?! IM TRASH JUST FORGET ABOUT ME!" He demanded.
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, NAGITO KOMAEDA!" I screamed at him. That shut him up for a moment.
"Hajime? Really?" He asked. I nodded. He set the knife down.
"I love you too." He mumbled. I pulled him to me and pressed my lips to his. He tensed, but then rested his hands softly on my face.

Time Skip

There he lay. The boy I loved. Dead. The spear was covered in blood. He looked terrified. I ran to him, horrified. Falling next to him, I held my hand to his chest. It was still. Silent. Chiaki appeared behind me.
"Nagito was more than a friend to you, wasn't he?" She said. I nodded.
"Yes he was. I loved him very much." I said through tears. He was gone.

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GRRR THAT WAS SHORT