Masked Hope (Nagito x Fem!Reader)

White Walls (Daily Life Pt. 4)

"That must mean you have a lot of confidence in yourself, right?"

No. . . You're wrong. Hajime is the only person, besides myself, who's been showing any kind of caution or hesitation on these islands. I wouldn't call that confidence, I'd call it common sense. Hajime always shows distress and hesitation when we discover something new. . . He doesn't open up to people unless there's nothing to worry about or if he's alone with them.

How am I better at reading him than Nagito?

". . .Are you being sarcastic?" Hajime finally asked.

"N-Nope!" Nagito raised his hands in defence. "Not at all. . . But still. . . I do wonder what sort of talent you really possess. Since you've dragged it out this long already, I'm sure it must be an appropriately magnificent talent. . ."

"Wh-Who knows. . .?" The brunet sighed. "It's not like it's my fault for dragging this out."

"You're right. . ." He put a hand behind his head. "Ah, I'm sorry. . . I'm sorry for stopping you both for such a foolish conversation. . . Please go on ahead. Take care."

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" I asked him for confirmation. "Sonia made it sound really important. . ."

"I'm sure. Besides, if it's really that important, you can tell me about it later."

I nodded and walked with Hajime through the door at the back of the lobby. It lead us into a bright hallway with white tiled ceilings and walls.

To the left were what appeared to be observation rooms with three different scenarios. The first room, closet to the door, showed three doctors with Monokuma heads wheeling in a body from outside. A series of red arrows pointed to the next room. There, a team of doctors wearing the same Monokuma heads stood around an operating table where the patient lay still. Behind them stood a row of people with alien masks, all watching intently. The final room contained only a headstone and a bouquet of pink flowers. The patient had died. I suddenly wasn't feeling so hopeful about Fuyuhiko's condition. . .

Hajime tapped me on the shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. He pointed to the door parallel to the room. "I can hear voices inside. . . This must be where Sonia was talking about."

I listened for a moment before nodding in agreeance. "It sounds like they're all really here but. . . What are they doing here?"

My stomach twisted at the thought of another incident. There was no announcement, no one had died. . . So why did I feel so anxious as Hajime cautiously turned the knob and opened the door?

". . .Huh!?" He went in first, and whatever he saw made his eyes go wide.

I followed after him, desperate to see what caused that reaction. I froze when I saw it. When I saw him. Fuyuhiko was lying on a hospital bed, bandages covering his right eye as he gazed out the window. His right arm rested on his lap and, despite the blue hospital gown, I could see the bandages wrapped around his wrist and forearm.

"What. . .?" He asked, turning towards us. "You all look like you've seen a ghost. . ."

"F-Fuyuhiko. . . are you all right?" Hajime stuttered out.

He gave a light laugh. "Heh. . . It's just a scratch."

"Th-That's not a scratch at all, though. . ." Mikan corrected.

Nekomaru grinned. "Well, I'm relieved to see you! I was worried you were done for!"

"Heh. . . There's no way I'd die from something like this. . ." He paused. "There's no way. . . I can die. . ."