something beautiful | komahina au

new friend

nagito's pov

I woke up to see Hinata, sleeping on my chest. I was so worn out yesterday- was I drunk? Did I smoke too much-? Ah wait- no, no.

I couldn't help but flinch and let out a squeak. "A-Agh-!"

Hinata jolted his head up, hitting me right in the chin. A full uppercut as I fell back, hitting my head on the headboard. What luck I have..

"K-Komaeda!?" He shouted, crawling over to me as I hazily rubbed my head.

"You're so hard-headed..." I said- slightly irritated already being hit from this guy before.

I looked down and sighed in relief- I had a big hoodie and boxers on, so it was hard to tell my chest was there.

I looked back up to a concerned Hinata, trying to understand what was going on- I can't blame him, honestly.

Then, the thought hit me. Did I just sleep with a Reserve Course student-? No, No- of course not.

A few minutes passed as my reality began to fade back in.

I sighed and grabbed my bag, going in the closet to change.

Hinata looked around. "Where do I-"

"Bathroom." I stated.

I started putting on my binder as fast as possible and put on my uniform.
I then put my hair into a ponytail and got out to put on socks and shoes.

Hinata had gotten out the bathroom, doing the same. I grabbed my bag and signaled to get out the door. He nodded and threw his bag over his shoulder as we both left.

Hinata cleared his throat. "So.. what classes do you guys have on your side-?"

"Core classes, along with art and P.E." I said, shrugging.

"Ah, you do art. That's pretty nice- I bet you're good at it." He gestured.

"Hm. What about you?" I asked. I usually don't talk- but there's no sense in awkward silence.

"Same stuff- but I actually have speech.. we have worse classes on the other side. I wish I could be in the main course.."

"Aha.. I see.." I said. No one likes me in the main course, so i'd gladly switch places with him- my talent isn't even worth talking about. Yet I hate the Reserve Course, they think they're so special and try to be better than us.

Hinata broke the silence again. "Wanna exchange numbers?"

I could feel my face burning up, I looked over to Hinata. "Why's that?" I said.

"Well why not? We're friends, aren't we-?" He stated.

I froze. Friend? I haven't heard that in a long time. I can't just say no..

I nodded, handing him my phone. "I guess."

He smiled and put his number in my contacts. 'Hajime Hinata.' I couldn't help but softly smile at the thought of it.

"Okay! Text you in class!" He grinned, going off to class.

I nodded, rolling my eyes. "See you, Reserve."

Hajime's pov

As the clock ticked, I texted Komaeda, my hand practically melting onto my cheek.

____________nagito_____________

H: hey komaeda

K: oh hey

H: class is shit rn, honestly

K: same here.. tired

H: i get that- sorry about this morning.

K: no worries, my luck is terrible, it's not your fault

H: pretty sure thats not how it works, but ok lmao

K: yeah, i guess. my talent is worthless afterall.

H: better than nothing though?

K: ahh so you aren't denying it, reserve?

H: no! also, don't call me that-

K: just messing with you

H: yeah yeah.. wanna hang out after school?

K: sure.. after work

H: alright! see ya

K: bye hinata

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I sighed in relief. Talking to Komaeda actually made me pretty happy, since I dont really have friends, either.

Class had ended an hour later, and I started getting ready for what was going to come.