The Body Swap Motive (KomaHina // HinaKoma)

PART 2 - Chapter 5

-Hajime-

     To this day, I still have no idea what the note said.

     I don't see why I care, though. For all I know, it might've been a perverted joke or just a simple "Hello World".

...

     I need sleep.

-Chiaki-

     Who even needs sleep?

     Not me, of course, not when I'm right in the middle of a horror game. Especially one with incredible graphics.

     Honestly, I couldn't believe how underrated it was when I first saw it. Who wouldn't want to play a game when the main character looks like Georgie from "It".

     I'm in the middle of being chased by a huge black leech when I hear a knock at my door. I sigh and walk over, still holding my Nintendo switch.

     I open the door, eyes still glued on the game, and what do you know?

"Hey, Nagito."

"O-oh! Uhh..."

     He checks his surroundings, looking left, right, then left again. He lowers his voice to almost a whisper.

"I'm not trying to bug you. I know my place as garbage, don't worry."

"Nagito, please stop with the depreciation. Seriously, you aren't trash."

"Oh."

     He seemed taken back by the 'compliment'. He was twirling his hair with his pointer finger.

"Anyways, do you need something?"

"Ah, sorry. I was just wonderi-"

Someone cuts him off.

"Hajime, bro! There you are!"

     I sigh in annoyance as I die in-game. I always seem to lose whenever Kazuichi's around. Maybe it's because he doesn't really understand the term 'inside voice'.

"I've been meaning to chat, but since I'm here I gotta ask. What were you doing talking to the freak?"

     For once, I turn off my Switch and look the mechanic in the eyes.

"If you're gonna call me a freak then you should at least say it somewhere else. Preferably not right in front of me."

     He looks confused at first, but his expression changes to an apologetic one.

"No, no, no, I was talking about.. um...
'you know who'." He discreetly points to Nagito's cottage.

"Anyways, Hajime, pal, come're."

-Nagito-

     Kazuichi grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the hotel pool. He sat me down on a nearby bench.

     That sucks. I really wanted to tell Chiaki something. But, I can't say no to an ultimate.

     I still have to keep my identity hidden, though. I have to act as Hajime.

"So,"

     He raised his eyebrows in a type of manner that screams 'I know you have a crush on someone'.

"Chiaki, huh?"

     He makes a grin that I would call smug if it hadn't been for his crooked teeth. I stare back dumbfounded as to why he would assume such a thing.

"Oh, don't look at me like that! I've seen how you look at her. Your face says it all! You are pretty obvious, y'know."

"No- uh, Kazuichi, it's n- it's not like tha-"

"You don't have to hide your feelings, bro! In fact, I have some advice for ya."

     I sigh.

"A-and that is..?"

"Use protection!"

A/N:

did you know that i, hypothetically, am a sussy baka?