I Can't Feel Anymore (Komahina Fanfic)

Chapter 25

Hajime P.O.V.

Geez... If that's the attitude he's gonna have for now on, then I don't think I even wanna go in there to check on him anymore... I thought as I walked out of Nagito's room. But still... he was so bad before that he almost died... I'll admit it...

I was really worried about Nagito.

Today I wasn't doing much, mostly just watching over the patients and making sure they're all stable and aren't causing trouble. So maybe... I could go outside for just a bit... I'm sure it couldn't hurt.

I walked outside for a bit and got some much needed fresh air. It also gave me time to think, which was helpful. I wonder... If I'll end up getting the despair disease... What kind of personality swap would I have then?

I thought on it, but came up with nothing. Hopefully I won't have to find out...

There were also a lot more pressing issues on my mind. The last two times there was a motive... Somebody... No. Mikan, Fuyuhiko, and I are all watching over the sick, and the rest of the others are separated from them. They can't get to each other. I won't allow it.

I passed by the music venue. It reminded me of last night, which of course, reminded me of Him.

Nagito...

I wonder how he's holding up... He really was bad a couple days ago... I wonder why he was hit by the despair disease so much harder than the other two... Did he have poor health already?

Lots of questions zoomed in and out of my mind, just like a race car. Can I do more to help him? Can I make it less painful for him? Wait. Why am I only thinking of him? If anything, if I had any common sense, I'd immediately think of Akane or Ibuki... And of course I would do that for them, too... I know I would. So why am I only thinking about Nagito..?

My eyes turned into slits as I stared up at the bright sky. What am I supposed to do with myself... I seriously need to get myself back in line. I need to stop thinking about him.

And then, for some reason, I disagreed with that thought. No, I don't want to. I... Don't? Surely it was just because I need to be weary of him... right..?

And that reminds me... Didn't he say he was worried about me last night? Yeah, he definitely said something like that. In fact, didn't he say he was really worried. I blushed for the hundredth time on this damn island. Dammit!! That guy, he..! I can't believe he's putting these damn thoughts into my head!

Ah, maybe that's it... If I had the despair disease, perhaps I wouldn't pay any mid to such things... I wouldn't worry so much.

The carelessness disease.

That's right... I should probably go back... I can't stay out here for too long.

I then started towards the direction of the hospital.

* * *

It was now 10 P.M., and I was making my way back to my cottage after a long day at the hospital. Ibuki and Akane were both stable, though they were still very clearly suffering from their symptoms. Nagito... he was doing fine, too... He's still stable and everything... just rather offensive...

When I arrived at my cottage, I took off my shoes and socks and got into bed. I then slipped into darkness rather gracefully, and I was honestly pretty thankful for it.

* * *

When I awoke, I was in a classroom. Another dream? Where am I? I looked around me, and there were people everywhere, filling the classroom. Was this... My school? My old homeroom..?

"Hey, did you hear?"

"About what?"

"Apparently he got accepted into Hope's Peak Academy. Can you believe it?"

Who... are they talking about? I don't... remember this...

"But I thought he didn't have a talent."

"Yeah, he really looks painfully ordinary, doesn't he?"

"Wait, you guys don't know?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" My thoughts aligned with his words.

"You don't need a talent to get into Hope's Peak Academy."

You...

W... ha..?

Then, coming from the corner of the classroom, there was mumbling. Soft, but loud enough to hear. I couldn't tell what they were saying. I tried walking over to him.

"Dude, then that has to be what happened to him..!"

I stopped in my tracks, wheeled in by the conversation once again.

"After all, he's just nothing. He's just a selfish boy who's parents are now swimming in debt from paying for the education there. It's his fault, when you think about it."

The mumbling had then turned to shouts. "NO! NO, NO, NO, SHUT UP! SHUT THE HELL UP!" The voice came from a boy with rather spiky brown hair and...

Wait...

I got closer to him. He didn't seem to notice me.

It was... Me.

"It's not true... I... I don't want to believe I'm nothing..!" The boy, no, I shouted.

Who...

Am I..?

Then, an image flashed through my head. A boy, with long black hair and red eyes, and-

-----------------------------------------------------------

Question: wtf are yall still reading this its terrible-