My Hope is Yours

His Final Words

TW: Death, harm, detailed strangulation

Nagito Komaeda eagerly shifted on his couch, waiting for Hajime to knock on his door. They'd been dating for a short while, and Nagito was ecstatic to see what Hajime had planned for them today. Even after the events of the first murder on this mysterious island, Hajime had kept Nagito close to him, promising to keep him safe throughout this awful situation.

After receiving a quick text from Hajime, to let Nagito know he was on his way, Nagito finished getting himself ready. A quick brush of his hair, brushing non-existent dust from his clothes, trying to keep himself calm. However throughout all of this, he couldn't seem to remove the wide excited smile from his face. Seeing Hajime always brightened his day.

And then the door finally knocked. A loud quick three knock tap had Nagito darting towards it, before flinging it open.

"Hajime!!"

"Nagito..." Hajime smiled fondly in return, quickly wrapping Nagito up in an embrace. "I'm glad you're safe."

"Of course! I wouldn't want your time to see trash like me be wasted by such a boring inconvenience!" Nagito's eyes sparkled as he spoke.

Hajime quickly bonked his head with a light tap, before Nagito's eyes could start to spiral. "Don't say that. Your death would not be a 'boring inconvenience'..." Hajime seemed... slightly upset. But it was a different upset than the usual 'why is Nagito bad-talking himself again' upset. It made Nagito strangely feel... on edge.

"Uh... Hajime...? What's wrong?"

"H- huh-? Oh- uh- nothing...!"

Yeah, okay. Sure.

Hajime threw a quick glance around the surroundings of the cottage, no one being nearby, before tugging Nagito inside, and closing the door behind them. He pushed Nagito onto the bed, getting on top of him.

"I- Hajime-? What's-"

"Hush, Komaeda."

"... huh-? Kom...aeda...?" Nagito repeated, confused, and slightly hurt. Hajime was breathing in and out heavily, his eyes moving slightly quicker than normal. It made Nagito feel... afraid. Why was he acting so differe-

And then Hajime's hands grasped Nagito's neck.

"... I- I can't do this if y- you call me that..." Hajime mumbled, tears in the corners of his eyes, as he tightened his grip slightly. Nagito felt himself choke, however he could thankfully still breathe. It seemed like Hajime's plan was for that to be impossible soon, though...

"W- what... a- are you...?"

"I can't take it anymore!!" Hajime screamed. "I have to get out! I can't take being here! I- I have to..."

Nagito felt his breath stop, however it was from his own shock rather than Hajime's hands.

"I- I can't take it... I have to... I..."

Hajime looked at Nagito, intense sadness and despair mixing in his eyes.

"I- I'm sorry..."

Nagito knew he could do nothing to stop this. His time... was up.

He just closed his eyes, whispering a soft 'I understand...' to Hajime.

As the hands around his neck tightened, and Nagito felt himself involuntarily gasp, choke and splutter, he knew the end was near. If he had to give his life to someone... he was glad it was Hajime.

After what felt like years, Nagito finally went still under Hajime's touch. What once was warm and loving, and always there... was now cold.

Gone.

Hajime cradled Nagito's body in his arms, sobbing.

"I- I'm s- so sorry..."

"A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED!"

Yeah... this was a vent post, haha.

Don't worry, I should return to more cheerful stories again soon, I just had to get this one out of me.

Love you guys!

But for now...

Peachy out! 😊