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chapter 26

Hajime's POV

As I awake, I'm instantly greeted with the morning sun gazing down straight into my eyes. I quickly turn my head away & try to get more sleep, but my body refuses and I force myself to get up. I step out from under the pile of blankets carefully in order to not wake up Nagito.

I walk towards the kitchen and as usual start to make myself some coffee. As I'm waiting for the water to boil, I grab my phone and check various apps & media. And as always, there's nothing new.

I pour over my instant coffee and add some creamer, carefully heading up the staircase to begin packing up.

It's our last day here, and I've decided to pack at the last minute.

The clock read around 9 am, which was fairly early for Nagito. So I decided that I would pack his luggage for him, to spare him some time.

After all, I didn't think he would mind very much seeing as he's always late and rushing. I planned to start with my luggage first and then move on to his, and so I did. I threw various clothing items that were messily scuffled along the floor into one pile and sectioned them into two categories, clean and dirty. Once that was finished I slowly packed them in my suitcase one by one. Around 20 minutes later, I was finished. Now it was time to move onto Nagito's things. And while I do feel guilty about digging through his stuff, but I don't think he'll mind much.

I head towards the opposite side of the stairwell, which was supposed to be the second bedroom, but neither of us has even slept up here our entire stay. I open the door and am instantly greeted with the cleanest room I've ever seen. It doesn't even look like he's ever unpacked his things. I step in further and stop in my tracks when I bump into his suitcase, which has clothing thrown out of it. However, it seems like only part of his stuff is thrown out, which means that I won't have to do much. Nonetheless, I begin to fold his t-shirts and pants and neatly place them into his suitcase.

As I fold, I make small mental comments to myself about his clothing choices, which largely consist of solid-color turtlenecks and sweaters as well as basic formal pants, just in case we go shopping in the future.

I finish packing his stuff, and bring our luggage downstairs, looking around to make sure we didn't leave anything.

I place the suitcases by the front door, and as I turn back around I'm greeted with Nagito sleepily glancing at me.

I make my way towards him and sit on the edge of the couch.

"Good morning," I say and place a kiss on his temple.

He groans in response and sits up, placing his hand along his forehead.

"My head hurts like a bitch" he says while rubbing his eyes.

"That's expected when you have such a low tolerance to alcohol. Here, I'll get you some water and Advil." I reply, getting up and heading towards the kitchen counter to grab some Advil out of my bag.

I walk back, water and tablet in hand, and gently place both items in his hands.

He swiftly places the pill in his mouth and drinks it down with water.

"I'll make us a quick breakfast since we gotta head towards the bus stop soon," I say as I walk over to the kitchen counter once again to pour some milk over the cereal, which is placed in small plastic bowls.

I can hear him getting up and see that he's neatly cleaning up the mess of blankets on the couch. As he moves, I can see his bare chest through the slip of his undone collared shirt. His hair points out in several different directions, which makes him look like some evil scientist. I laugh at the resemblance, which causes him to glance at me with confusion. As he does so, he instantly realizes the state of his appearance and hurries to button up his undone shirt.