reserved for my mind | komahina

concussions (a realm to romantic fantasies!)

[ nagito komaeda ]

Dreams often reflected one's most powerful desires or worst fears, and Nagito could testify to this with a dream he had last night of a certain Reserve Course student.

He had dreamt of lying with Ha- no, someone, in a meadow of flowers while gazing at the endless stars adorned on the expanse of the night, hands woven together. Their heads had slowly moved toward each other, eyes staring into each other with their lips inches away. The certain someone had then leaned in and pressed his lips to Nagito. He can't remember, but Nagito's pretty sure something more than kissing had happened after.

The dream had left Nagito in a mess and in a state of fluster, face red as vague pieces of the dream lingered in his head.

Had the person in the dream been anyone else other than Hajime Hinata, perhaps Nagito would have dismissed the dream as the usual fantasies of a healthy and imaginative teenage boy.

Unfortunately, the student in his dream was none other than Hajime.

So of course he remains in Nagito's mind even while he stands by watching Leon Kuwata and Kaito Momota play baseball (even though Kaito didn't know how to play baseball). Nagito was supposed to act as a referee, but how could he if his mind kept pestering him about a Reserve Course student in a not so pure way?

He remembers Hajime whispering something vaguely suggestive to him in that dream, something along the lines of-

The world is suddenly a blur and Nagito's thoughts are abruptly shattered, a searing pain ripping through his head, the side of his head the source of the pain, where it practically pulsates with pain.

The ground rushes up to greet Nagito, and his body collides with it. Black dances around his vision, obscuring some many parts of it.

So much for being the Ultimate Lucky Student. Curse his luck cycle.

"Woah! Nagito! Are you alright?"

"Komaeda! Kaito, how'd your shot go that off?"

"O-oh no! K-komaeda! A-are you alright!?"

Three voices- presumably (in order) Kaito, Leon and Mikan (who was there in case anyone got hurt. Who, in this case, is Nagito)- collectively spoke, and the sound of their footsteps came closer, their figures blurry.

"Tsumiki, do ya think he has a concussion?"

"U-um... I'm n-not sure, but w-with that h-hit... maybe... a-ah, I-I'm not trying to b-blame you! P-please forgive me!"

"We know you're not blaming us, Mikan. Hey Nagito, can you get up?"

Nagito doesn't bother to answer (most likely) Kaito's question and instead mumbles, "Why is Ibuki here screaming her lungs out... and is that Hajime...?"

"H-he definitely has a concussion! W-we have to get him t-to the nurse's o-office!"

The 'Hajime' somehow teleports, and is now lying down with Nagito like in his dream, and he whispers something. It sounds mostly like gibberish, but Nagito's sure it's something romantic.

Perhaps it's an illusion his desperate, thirsty, lovesick and gay mind has conjured, but whatever it is, Nagito is grateful as he listens to a blurry 'Hajime' say barely coherent words They ring in Nagito's head.

Something wholesome Hajime says~

Something romantic Hajime says~

Something sexual Hajime says~

Literally anything Hajime says~

Nagito giggles stupidly. Ah... he truly is lucky.

"Hang in there, Nagito! I believe-"