Komahina one-shots

My love, Nagito Komaeda.

Hey. I haven't written in a few months, which sucks I guess. Anyway, this will be my first ever Angst that I have written because I used to not like it. Trust me, if you don't like it, start reading it. It can be pretty good.

Anyway, here's the AU stuff:

This is going to be the normal AU, after the fifth class trial. Both Nagito and Chiaki are dead, along with everyone else that died before chapter 5.

Enjoy!

P.S: My friend Raw263047 motivated me by making his own Soniaki one shot book. I recommend that you go check it out!

Now, finally, enjoy!

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Hajime's P.O.V.

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Chiaki's last moments lingered in my brain, like an unwanted house guest.

Two people just died...

Again.

We keep promising that it won't happen again, but it's all lies.

It's all a lie.

I'm not even supposed to be here. I'm talentless...

Nagito would be going on and on abut how worthless my existence is.

Somewhere in my bones, I believed him

I believe him.

I still believe in him.

I dont get why. I'm supposed to hate him! He tried to kill all of us, instead killing my only true friend.

Maybe it's because I never fully understood him. His mere existence was strange to me.

He really did it, huh?

He always said that he wouldn't mind killing himself for hope.

I didn't think that he actually would...

I should be happy.

Why am I upset?

Why am I so... angry?

He was a neusance. He always messed everything up.

He sometines helped in the class trials, though...

Maybe I'm not mourning him. Maybe, I'm mourning what could have been.

At the start, he was so kind. I didn't want to believe that he had set up the first murder.

Then I learned his true nature.

An insane lunatic that kills for the sake of hope.

Why am I thinking about an insane lunatic that kills for a mere concept?

That's a stupid question.

I'm stupid.

Why aren't I thinking about Chiaki?

She was kind, sweet, funny, cute...

Why can I only think of Nagito!?

Maybe if I understood him better...

Hope this, hope that. Fuck hope. Fuck him.

There's no such thing as hope.

Hope... hope's so far away...

But...

With each passing day, I want it so. Much. More.

Maybe I could have found hope if I had actually tried talking to him.

If he were here right now, I bet that he would be all 'Oh, Hajime, no need to dread on the past. You can't change it, so why not hope for a better future!'

...Maybe he's right.

I shouldn't spend my possibly last moments sulking on the past...

...

No!

I have to get up, and change my future!

I have to create a future for everyone! Nagito, Chiaki...

I have to keep living for the both of them!

Even if... I never realized my true feelings in the game.

I have to keep living for...

My love, Nagito Komaeda.

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Okay, so this isn't that good, but I was feeling it. I forgot that I was writing about Hajime for most of it, so I was writing my own feelings. Writing angst with your own problems can help your mental health a lot. I recommend it if you are ever sad.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading my new one shot!

And a special thanks to Raw263047 for being my inspiration!

(I threw in a reference by the way...😎)

Bye now!