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chapter 22

Hajime's POV

I awoke with a mouth full of Nagito's hair, in which I pulled the slightest bit away in order to straighten myself out.

Nagito was still sleeping on my shoulder and my right arm was entirely numb. I didn't bother to move it though since I was afraid that I would wake him up.

I looked out of the window to be greeted with a dark, vast forest. Pulling out my phone to check the time, I realize that we have been on the bus for around 2 hours. Which means that we have about an hour left.

The lights in the bus have significantly dimmed ever since we got on and I can hardly even see the isles. The only thing visible in the dimmed light is Nagito's white, bright hair.

I place my head back onto Nagito's, placing my phone back in my pocket.

He snuggles more into my sweater and I smile to myself.

Breathing in, I can only smell the slightest bit of vanilla in his hair. I want to fall back asleep, but Im afraid that I won't wake up in time to get off on our stop. So I continue to play with my sweater, eventually getting bored and beginning to trace my fingers along Nagito's hands.

His hands are boney and cold, and his fingers are so thin and long that they look like they're about to fall off. I begin to trace my finger along the backside of his hand, going over his knuckles, his wrist and circling back to his hand.

He moves slightly, pulling his hand into a loose fist and scrunching up a bit of my sweater in the palm of his hands. I firmly place my hand on top of his and his grip relaxes a bit.

He adjusts himself again and this time his head falls from my shoulder and onto my lap.

My shoulders stiffen at the sudden change and the sudden feeling of numbness appears in my right hand.

Nagito's hair falls in front of his face, covering everything in a way that I'm not even able to see his eyes.

I slightly shake my hand in order to try and get rid of the numbness, and shockingly it somewhat works. I use my finger to pull his soft, white hair behind his ear, revealing his closed eyes and partially parted lips.

He begins to bring his hand up to his face, but drops it mid-way which causes me to laugh a bit.

Even when he's asleep he's still so aloof.

Out of curiosity, I run my fingers through his hair, untangling every small knot along the way. His roots have begun to grow in a bit, causing the shadows on his white hair to appear a pinkish-brownish shade.

After about 10 minutes of running my fingers through his hair, I feel him lift his head off of my legs a bit.

He brings his hands to his eyes, rubbing them and yawning as he sits back up. His hair falls back in front of his face during the process and it placed itself so messily upon his head that I can't help but laugh.

"Hmm?" he says with a questioning tone, blinking his drowsy eyes at me as if he was still half-asleep.

"Mmm nothing" I whisper, smoothing down some of the wild bits of his hair with my hand.

He then falls back onto my shoulder, but this time he's partially awake.

"How long did I sleep?" he asks, his voice still groggy with sleep.

"About two and a half hours" I said back, relaxing my body against his.

"How much longer till we're there?" he asks.

"Didn't expect you to awake full of questions, but about 15 minutes." I reply, smiling against his hair.

"M'kay.." he trails off and firmly placed his hand in mine.