Before Our Loss (Pregame Komahina/Hinakoma)

The Green Bench

No one was ever kind to Nagito Komaeda. No one except Chiaki, after all, you wouldn't expect any less from the class president.

"Hey man... you uh.. you good?" Hajime asked Nagito. A big of concern was in his tone since Nagito was staring at him, it made him slightly uncomfortable.

"Hm? Oh yeah I'm doing well"

"Chiaki.... can I go and talk to him?" Hajime asked Chiaki. He wanted her to leave so they can talk privately but he didn't want to say it flat out, that would be rude. He had whispered in her ear but Nagito was relatively close, standing infront of the two who were sitting on the bench. He replied.

"You're already talking to me now?" Komaeda had budded in, confused

Chiaki was also confused, than she understood the request. "Oh I get it... you want a private conversation don't you?" Chiaki teased. This was an example of their sibling-like bond.

Komaeda smiled. "oh..." he understood the situation now. He felt a bit flattered matter a fact.

Hajime on the other hand was embarrassed. He wasn't an extrovert, but he did have some sick social skills that you probably wished you had.

With this being said, Chiaki made his motive sound romantic, which is embarrassing, hence the embarrassment.

Hajime was probably blushing, but he had bigger things on his mind. Maybe if he became friends with some ultimates he wouldn't get picked on by them, and Komaeda seemed like a nice dude— other than the fact that he started out by being a total ass. Yet there was something off about they tall boy Hajime just couldn't place.

Namani had stood up and left. She went to the opposite side of the water fountain so she could still listen in while she sat down and played more games. This time she was participating in a Tetris tournament.