Komahina Oneshots/Headcanons

saved by despair

this is supposed to be the first chapter for a fanfic i'm currently writing in my drafts
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possible tw for knives
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Hajime's Third Person POV:

Hajime stared at the pop corned ceiling of his room, his thoughts pestering him until he stood up in exasperation. He made his way to his kitchen, grabbing a random cup and filling it up with tap water. He took long sips from the decorated cup staring outside of 5the window that stood above the sink.

The sky was sort of red foggy color, the buildings basically rotting way. He grumbled to himself, the gruesome thought of the overwhelming despair the world had fallen into lately. He thought to himself some more, a sudden solution popping into his head.

"I could probably bring back hope myself. I'd need help but it could be done," He said aloud to no one in particular. He nodded to himself, a new goal set in his mind.

"I need to find help."

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Hajime was walking down the bloodstained sidewalk, scattered crushed parts of Monokuma bots everywhere. His gaze was wondering, just as his thoughts were.

"Who am I even looking for?" He mumbled to himself. He searched through all of the faces stored within his memory, before one stood out in particular.  The Servant. No one knew his actual name, or anything about him other than the fact he was most likely crazy.

The one big problem, though, is where to find him. The Servant had previously been serving the Warriors of Hope, but he had heard some scattered rumours that he had somehow escaped their grasp and hid himself away. The other problem; he doesn't even know if any of these rumours are true in the first place.

He looks around at all of the decayed buildings, a little tiny flare of hope in him fizzling away like a flame. He huffed, deciding that just searching through the abandoned buildings until he found The Servant as the best option. Maybe he'd end up being lucky and finding him quickly! Though, that seems like a very unlikely event that could concur.

He sighed again, trying to exhale all his exhaustion that had piled up over the course of time he had been wondering around. Towa city isn't that big anyways, right? And if he escaped from the Warriors of Hope he still wouldn't be able to leave because of that weird chain thing. Doesn't it have an explosive in it or something that will activate if he tries to leave? That means he has to be in Towa City, right?

He tried to reason with himself in a weak attempt to give himself another flicker of hope, but it never came.

He chuckled to himself, glad no one else was wondering around. They'd probably see him and think he was crazy.

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Hajime sat down in an alley, his exhaustion finally taking a physical toll on him. The horrendous smell of discarded trash filled his nostrils, but he was too tired to relocate himself.

He heard a muffled sound. It repeated a few more times before he could identify the noise. Shuffling. Or... footsteps? They sounded weird, like they were distorted in some sort of way. Hajime's tiredness suddenly faded away, his curiosity stronger than his urge to rest.

He searched his surroundings, waiting for the sound to be heard again so he could pinpoint where it was coming from. After another moment, he heard a new sound. Clinking of metal. A chain, maybe? He followed the unsettling sound, coming to another decaying building.

I don't think I've checked this one yet. He inhaled deeply, trying to push away the fears that began bubbling in the back of his mind. He opened the broken down door three inches, staring into it to make sure it was alright to go in.

He opened it further, stepping inside and closing the door behind himself. His eyes sparkled in awe. It's so clean! Even my house isn't this well kempt. This must mean someone had been here recentl-

His thoughts were abruptly cut off when the feeling of cold steel enveloped his neck. His fears were confirmed.

Someone lives here, and they do not seem like the friendliest.

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servant 🤤