Danganronpa age regression oneshots! (SFW)

💚🍡In My Eyes💚🍀 (Hajime + Nagito)

Aha, I'm back, and I've brought hurt/comfort! Today's oneshot was requested by @James_is_t1red 

Regressor: Hajime Hinata

Carer: Nagito Komeada 

!Trigger warning for gender dysphoria and vent regressing!

 Hajime is dealing with gender dysphoria (Trans Hajime au) and cause of it he regresses so Nagito takes care of him

I'm cisgender so I don't know how to write gender dysphoria haha

 Any trans peeps out there plz give me pointers cause I not sure what I'm doing is correct and google won't help me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They'll still notice your tits

Your hips are too girly

Your face is too feminine

You'll never pass as a man 

You'll always be a woman 

You'll always be a woman

I hate my body. Why couldn't I be born a man? I grip the marble bathroom counter to stable my shaking legs that want to give up on me; and honestly, I can't blame them. The toxic slime that engulfs my mind makes living everyday absolute agony. I feel like an imposter, like I'm pretending to be something I'm not.

But I am a man.. right? I'm not pretending to be anything, I just happen to not be happy with my body.

 I wanna be happy with my body, though.

I wanna be happy, I wanna be happy, I wanna be happy!

I sniffle, "I wanna be happy.."

I can tell I'm regressing. My mind clouds up and my inner child takes control, only he doesn't know what to do with these poisonous thoughts that plague his mind. I finally fall to the floor. Landing on the cold hard tile so hard oughta bruise my knees. I have a throbbing headache, I'm regressed, AND I'm vent regressed.

A true match made in heaven

"Mmm, feel icky.. I wanna be big again.." Everything feels blue and scratchy against my skin, and my binder is suffocating me. I can feel the seams dig into me like knives, and I want it off! Pulling if off is especially hard since I'm small, so I only pull up up enough to expose my chest. I let out an exasperated gasp as my arms strain to lift it over my head. I end up slumping over in defeat, already sensing the tears beginning to roll down my flushed cheeks. I feel shitty, small, and powerless, which manifests itself into crying. I just want someone to hug, please?  Give me closure; tell me I'm a real boy and everything will be okay. Please tell me my pain will be worth it..

I hear two knocks at the door. 

"Oh Haaajime, you wanna come swimming with the group this evening? We're gonna make s'mores and Ibuki will play music."

I bolt up and try to hurriedly put my binder back on fully. Nagito was the first and last thing I wanted to hear right now. As much as I hate him, something inside me disagrees with that statement. Maybe how he tells me what potential I hold and that he sees a bright future in my path brimming with hope and success appeals to me 

"How.. How are you in my cottage?" I mumble as loud as I could muster without stuttering and bawling my eyes out. 

"Well, you left the door open, so I invited myself in,"

Shit

"I find it weird your clothes on on the floor here, though. Perhaps you are doing something unspeakable in here.."

Shitshitshitshit hes onto me

"I'm not doing anything worth your time!" I shout, snot and tears coating my face in a warm sticky film. I give up on trying to appear calm as I lean on the door and sob loudly. I hear Nagito approach the door, almost feeling his cold bony hands through the door.

"Hey, can I come in? I only wish to help you feel better. " He spoke surprisingly softly, his voice wrapped around my thoughts like wrapping paper and secured them in a little box in my mind with a little bow. 

But was I ready to show him the most vulnerable side of me? 

Desperateness override all logic as I open the door and let Nagito in. He smells of the outdoors, the delicate yet potent smell of smoke and grass encapsulate my senses and bring me to raise my head up and face him. He had a small sympathetic frown etched onto his pale face as he kneeled down on one knee to face me better. He gives a shallow inhale before speaking,

"It's okay, I don't see you any differently. You are still a man in my eyes, in fact, you are an even stronger man now. All of this is very hard to endure and you are so strong for that."

 "I still believe in you.."

A golden smile stretches itself across my face while he wipes my tear with a tissue from the pack he keeps in his pocket. I'm finally able to catch my breath in order to speak a simple, yet extremely genuine,

"..Thank you."

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prolly gonna come back and edit this lol, but thank you for bearing with me lol. My motivation to write has finally returned so hopefully I can knock out some more requests๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑