♡𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽 [Komahina]♡ [CHECK DES]

Chapter Eleven

【Ｎａｇｉｔｏ＇ｓ　Ｐｏｖ】

After Hajime and I ended our conversation we weren't to our respective cabins. I couldn't sleep though. Our chat was stuck in my head. What did I like about Hajime? Just about everything! He's absolutely radiating with unrefined hope. So much so that it was even able to work with despair in such a sick, yet delightful way...not to mention he was stout and a bit dorky. (I find this quite cute.)

Alas, I could never tell him that, I can't believe that I almost did. I was but low-life scum, rabble at best. It was an honor to be allowed to call him my friend, I don't want to ruin that.

I laid in bed, facing the ceiling. It felt wrong for such trash like me to daydream about someone as admirable as Hajime, but I couldn't help it! There was so much about him to think about, so many details to rack my brain to understand.

Suddenly what happened yesterday came to mind. Mikan's attack towards Hiyoko. She was in critical condition already. Though, I wasn't very much surprised. Injected with liquid arsenic...how did Mikan even get her blackened hands on something like that? I would've respected her for her deception if it wasn't for such formidable despair. I was enraged at the mere thought of it. I soon wore myself out after thinking about all that's happened in such a short span on time, finally drifting off to sleep.

The sun's bright rays hit me directly in my eyes when I woke up. Sitting up, I stretched before changing into my clothes for the day. Hopefully Hajime would lend me some of his time again today. I quite enjoyed talking to him.

Walking to the kitchen of the cruise, I saw everyone, except Mikan and Hiyoko of course, gathered around, sorrowful looks on their faces. I walked toward Hajime,

"What's...going on..?" I said, confused. The brunette looked up at me, his eyes were a bit a watery.

"H-Hiyoko is...dead." He spoke in mourning.

Another person dead. For good this time. I looked down at my shoes, I was a bit sad now. Sad but not startled. Her fate was sealed when Mikan awoke. I wasn't as sad as the others probably were, though. I was quite desensitized from death by now. Hell, I was bound to die sometime soon, I really couldn't care less. A shining beacon of hope, extinguished by the effects of despair.

I looked up a bit, Hajime was standing in front of me. I could hear him sniffle quietly. I took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers as I wrapped my free arm around him, pulling us closer. I looked up to meet eyes with the ultimate, not just that, friend forward to me.

"It's not your fault, Hajime." I spoke softly.

"I know."

"Really, it's not."

"I know."

"Hajime, you couldn't have done anything."

"I could've led her back to hope."

"No, you couldn't."

"You can only do so much, even I know that."

"Still, I-"

I put my hand over his mouth, stopping him mid-sentence.

"Hajime, it's not your fault Mikan is a remnant. If she rejects hope, that's her problem, her own funeral." I frowned a bit. He broke eye-contact, looking downwards. I took my hand off of his mouth. I looked at his face, contemplating whether to take action or not. We were close to the middle of the room. Everyone's eyes were on us. I decided to get cocky.