Komahina Oneshots!

Cancer (Angst)

TW - Death, self-degradation

This chapter will take place after the killing game. Nagito has cancer and is staying at a hospital when Hajime comes to visit him.

Requested by @sammylite !

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Third Person's POV

It had been a year since the killing game occurred. Everyone was doing well; some got job offers, some got into relationships, and some got their normal lives back. The students that were traumatized by the killing game were forced to seek therapy, and those students were getting much better.

All except for Nagito.

He figured his luck streak would come to an end eventually, but he didn't think it would be this bad. Brain cancer was probably the last thing he could think of. Everyone pitied him, of course, but some knew it was coming. Nagito's health was already declining over the years and it showed no signs of getting better.

Hajime knew Nagito the best throughout the killing game, so he often visited Nagito when he could. It made his heart sink when he could see how weak Nagito was in his hospital bed each time he visited. His body was so skinny; his fingers and arms had become bony and his skin had become paler.

Hajime's POV

I walked through the hallways of the hospital I've been coming to for the past couple months. Ever since Nagito's health got so much worse, I started feeling like I should visit him more often. It's not that I don't want to, but it just makes me so upset to see him so ill, especially because there's nothing the doctors can do about it.

I looked at the number on the door and took a deep breath. 102, Komaeda, Nagito. I knocked on the door a few times before twisting the knob. When he looked over at Nagito's bed, he instantly became worried. Nagito looked so much worse than last time and he was missing parts of his hair.

"Nagito, what happened to you?" I asked, walking next to his bed. I pulled up one of the chairs by his bed and turned it to face him. He stared back at me with tears in his eyes.

"Hajime...I have to tell you something, and I know you won't like it," Nagito said with a saddened smile.

"What is it? Did something bad happen to you?" I asked, looking at all the bags and monitors around him.

"The doctors discovered that my brain cancer has gotten worse. Apparently, it's reached stage four by this point," Nagito said, a tear slipping down his eye.

"Do they think you can make it?" My voice broke as I spoke.

"There's a very slim chance, but my bad luck streak will probably make that chance disappear. Not many people survive from stage four...and it's brain cancer, so I truly doubt I'll survive. How unlucky of me..." Nagito degraded himself as more tears poured down his eyes. "What a shame I can't get married or lose my virginity..."

"But...what if you make it? What if the bad luck streak ends here and you get to live? Won't that make you happy? Doesn't that small chance give you any sort of hope?" I argued, trying to push down the lump in my throat. Although I want to sob into Nagito's arms right now, I know I have to give him hope.

"Not really...I think I've done everything I had to do. I'm one of the richest people in our town and I always have been. I could do whatever I want." Nagito said with a sigh. "There hasn't been a moment in my life where I haven't had money."

"Why doesn't death scare you? When you died in the simulation, you said it was the scariest thing you've ever experienced. Why are you welcoming it now? I don't understand you, Nagito," I said with a sad laugh. "You're crying while you talk about how you're glad to die. I don't know what I'll do without you, Nagito."

"You have the entire class to be with," Nagito said, putting his cold, slender hand over mine. "They like you a lot, you know. They always look forward to seeing you. I wish they liked me the way they like you, Hajime."

"Yeah, I wish they liked you, too...but I'm part of the class, right? I like you. I think you're a good friend. You're nice to talk to and be around." I mention.

"Yeah...I'm a good friend..." Nagito said in a disappointed tone.

"What's wrong? I didn't say something bad, did I?" I say. "I'm sorry!"

"It's fine, you didn't say anything bad. I just feel like I should tell you something before I...you know...go," Nagito explained. "Hajime, the moment I saw you in that killing game, I knew my luck was finally helping me feel better. My parents died in the plane crash just a few months before I was sent to the killing game, and getting to know you made me feel so much better. I don't think I've ever felt a closer connection with someone." Nagito took a deep breath. "I just wanted you to know that I've always felt like I was in love with you. It's too late for you to return the feelings, but I need you to know that before I'll never get the chance to tell you."

"Nagito...thank you for telling me that. I appreciate your honesty, but I wish you would've told me sooner. Now it's definitely too late for us to be together. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, that was completely my fault. Don't blame yourself. I should've told you before all of this happened..."

Someone knocked on the door and then opened it. A doctor stood at the doorway with a clipboard in her hands.

"I'm afraid visiting hours are over, sir. You can always come back tomorrow! I have to give Komaeda his medication and I have to do a nightly check," she explained.

"Oh, alright. I'll see you in a few days, Nagito," I said with a sad smile. If he would be there in a few days.

"Goodbye, Hajime," he replied with a nod.

I left the hospital without another word.

Time skip of like a week, still Hajime's POV :)

It's been a while since I've last gone into the hospital, but I'm planning on going tonight. I hope Nagito's doing alright.

As I walk through the hallways for what feels like the millionth time, I pause at the door. 102. There wasn't a name on the door any longer.

I knocked on the door lightly. I twisted the knob carefully, but the door was locked. Maybe his room got switched, or something?

I walked to the front desk as fast as I could (without running). The woman at the desk looked at me with a kind smile on her face.

"Hello, how can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm trying to visit my friend, Nagito Komaeda. I think his room might've got moved or something, his name isn't on the door anymore." Her smile faded at Nagito's name and my heart dropped.

"Ah, well...Mr. Komaeda actually passed away a few days ago. I'm very sorry." she said. "We would have called partners or family members if there were any listed, but nothing was put down. Again, I'm sorry."

"That's alright...thank you." I said, backing away from the counter.

Nagito's...gone. And I wasn't there for him.