Danganronpa Agere Oneshots!

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Caregiver: Hajime Hinata
Little: Nagito Komaeda
hello!! two uploads in one day wooooo :D i'm making up for disappearing for two months JKDJDK,, this was requested by butterbawlz :D little nagito is always such a cute thing to write for so i'm always happy to do it!! i do want to mention that there is talking of death/plane crashes (just in reference to what happened to nagito's parents). please stay safe!! take care everyone (and happy holidays!)
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Nagito Komaeda was not acting like his usual self.

Hajime knew this when Nagito started to refuse meals. He would not eat dinner and would at most take small sips of whatever he was drinking.

Hajime knew this when he would reach out to hold his hand and Nagito would find a way to pull away, like pointing at a bird or shifting subtly to the side.

Hajime knew this when Nagito just kept tossing and turning in the bed they shared, unable to fall asleep despite the tranquility of the night.

Hajime knew this when Nagito started to refuse regression of any kind. He put his childhood stuffed animal away and when Hajime would softly encourage him to regress, he would only shake his head and mumble, 'Not now'.

He especially knew this when they were watching a movie together on the couch and a flight scene appeared. The passengers were panicking and frantically moving in an attempt to save themselves, and when Nagito quickly stood up and made a dash for their bedroom, Hajime could only wish that he turned the movie off sooner.

He knew Nagito's childhood wasn't the best. His parents died in a plane crash, in fact, he was the only one that survived on that airplane. He hated flights from there on out— simply melting down whenever he even saw the name of the airline his parents crashed on.

Hajime could not begin to imagine how he felt now.

He stood up, quick to walk to their shared bedroom. He felt anxiety twist in his chest as he stood in the doorway, and the sight that waited for him was nothing but unpleasant.

Nagito was on the floor, his knees up to his chest as he pulled at his hair, tears streaming down his face as his breathing remained unsteady.

Hajime didn't get the chance to say anything before Nagito let out a forced laugh, squeezing his eyes shut so tightly that it was a miracle any tears could escape.

"Such a shame that someone I'm so inferior to has to see me like this," He choked out, a tight smile on his face, "You must be wondering how much more pathetic I can be."

Hajime shook his head, making his way over to Nagito and kneeling down in front of him.

"No, baby, I don't think that at all," He told him, his voice nothing but gentle, "Is it alright if I touch you?"

Nagito shakily breathed in.

"You don't want to touch someone like me."

...Hajime knew he wouldn't get very far with verbal consent.

That's why he opened his arms up, and when Nagito slowly shifted closer to him, he wrapped his arms around his lover.

It was as if dominoes collided from there.

A harsh sob racked Nagito's body as he buried his head in Hajime's chest, crying harder as Hajime only whispered reassurances to him.

"It's okay, baby," He murmured, "You're okay. I'm right here."

"It's—" He took in a sharp breath before he began to sob once more, "It's all my fault! It's not fair that I made it and they didn't!"

Hajime noticed the way his voice started to reach a whine, and he took note of the fact that he very well may be regressing.