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chapter 10

Hajime's POV

I've noticed him staring at me for a while now, but after 5 minutes I get a bit bored so I tease him a bit.

"So now you're studying me huh? Haven't you looked at me enough" I say, meaning to sound funny but instead a hint of annoyance makes my words seem harsher than they're supposed to be.

Nagito looks away, embarrassed and apologizes.

"Oh.. Sorry."

"Why're you apologizing, I was just kidding you can look at me all you want. You just gotta promise me that someday I can look at you the same way alright?" I say. And in all honesty, I do want to look at him the same way.

"Oh uhm. Yea sure. Anyway, your hot chocolate and pastries are on the table." he says, reaching out to grab his own drink.

His mug has a little cat face on it, and mine has a snowman. I won't judge his taste in mugs but these are somewhat adorable.

"Thanks a lot for having me over. I really do appreciate it." I say, taking a sip from my hot chocolate. And the flavor warms me from inside out. It's perfectly sweet yet still biter from the chocolate. Who knew that hot chocolate could ever taste so good.

Another silence falls between us. The sound of distant police cars and ambulances erupts and for a while we're both just enjoy each other's presence.

"How far do you live from here?" he asks me, placing his mug on the table, reaching out for a cookie.

"about 6 blocks, but I take the train back anyway so it shouldn't be that much of a problem. I want to ask you a question." I say, reaching in my pocket for my phone.

"Sure, go for it" he replies.

"What's your number? I don't wanna have to go to the library to talk to you" I say smiling, opening my phone ready to put his number in.

For a minute he doesn't reply, he just sits there and stares at my phone. I was about to ask him if he even had a phone, but he gets up and takes his phone out of his jacket pocket.

He comes back and sits back down, opening his phone and contacts.

"You know what, here I'll just put my number in" I say as I reach to get his phone. He lets go and I begin to put my number in. Out of the corner of my eye I see him reaching to grab his mug.

And as I finish putting my number in, feel something hot on my leg. I jump, causing his phone to land on the floor. And as I finally come to the realization that nagito spilt his drink on me, he's already frantically looking for towels and ice packs.

Throughout those couple of seconds, so much had happened. And now here I am, burning hot chocolate spilt all over my light brown pants, burning my thigh.

He runs over and places the towel and ice in my hands, and I place it on my leg. He continues to frantically search for more towels all saying sorry continuously. He begins to mutter something to himself but from the couch I can't hear it.

The ice helped, and now my pants are just soaked with ice and hot chocolate. And for once I was actually enjoying someone else's company.

"Hey Nagito."

"I am so sorry Hajime. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I didnt mean to. Do you need more towels? I have a pair of pants you can wear. I am so sorry" he replies, continuing to apologize and panick.

I walk over to him and place both of my hands on his shoulders. I can feel how tense he is, but he calms down as a reaction to my touch.

"It's okay. Don't worry so much about it. I don't live far from here so it's alright. Stop saying sorry, you sound like a broken record" I say, giving him a reassuring smile.

In which he responds to by looking up at me. His shoulders have dropped and he gives me a small smile. I let go of his shoulders and he places the towels back on the counter.

"Listen, next time you can come over to my place. I'd feel bad not inviting you over after you've done so much. Text me whenever you're free. I'll get going, it's getting super dark. Thank you for having me over, we should hang out again soon." I say as I begin to put on my jacket and shoes.

"Today was fun Hajime. Thank you" Nagito says, walking over to the door.

We leave his room, and he walks me all the way down to the front entrance.

I say my goodbyes and just as I'm about to step out the door, I smile at him. He smiles back. I step out, heading towards the train station.

Nagito's POV

Hajime left already, I went back up to my dorm room. I opened the door and laid down on the floor, letting out a heavy sigh.

I get up, placing my head in my hands. I've ruined such a good time by being clumsy and being annoying, as always. But for some reason as he was leaving, he didn't even seem one bit regretful of coming over.

After dwelling on my actions and overthinking, I feel a soft smile come onto my face. My cheeks start to burn up as I think about how nice he was to me. Even after I was being such a burden and accidentally rambling on too much in the cafe, he still walked me home. He even took up my offer to come inside and gave me his number.

Speaking of his number, I pick up my phone off the floor. I saved his number and name in my phone, eager to text him but I go against it. I don't want to seem too clingy and needy after all. Plus he's probably on the train by now.

I clean up the spilt hot chocolate off of my couch and the rest of the towels, throwing them in the garbage. I toss out the left over pastries and spill out his hot chocolate.

I finish cleaning the dishes and the couch, then go to take a shower.

Stepping out of the bathroom and getting changed into my sleepwear, I plan on what my day is going to be like tomorrow. It's Sunday so I don't have classes, neither do I have work.

I would meet up with my old friends, but in all honesty I didn't have any. Except for one, but they moved away a while back and we lost contact. So I decided that I would spend tomorrow grocery shopping.

Getting into bed, I scrolled through social media's and of course didn't find anything interesting. I placed my phone down, thinking about today.

I tried to fall asleep, but my brain kept repeating Hajime's voice. It's weird that I'm thinking about him so much. I normally don't care to spend my time thinking about social interactions or friends, so why am I thinking about him? With those thoughts, I eventually drift off to sleep.