Thrash... Filth... Those were the words he'd always use to describe himself yet neither of ypu two knew that the word "devil" will soon become part of his description.
It was a usual silent night on the Jabberwork Island and every single one of the survived Ultimates was sleeping by now, or so you thought as you were laying in your quiet cottage. You couldn't sleep, you didn't know why so you decided to get up and take a walk on the beach. Yes, the quiet and peaceful walk would help you calm down. And so you had left your cottage and headed off to the beach. The night sky was beautiful, you thought, so full of stars and a full moon shining above the deadly silent Island in the midst of nowhere. Once you reached the beach you closed your eyes to let yourself enjoy fully before you heard shallow and uneven breaths. Opening your eyes you gasped and quickly covered your mouth to suppress a scream. Before you was a gruesome sight. There stood Nagito, his white hair shining underneath the moonlight and his clothes covered in blood. In his sickly pale hand he held a axe, one someone would use to chop the wood but this one was used in a very, very different way. On the sand a person you once knew was laying dead. Hajime Hinata was dead and you couldn't believe your own eyes. Blood covered his forehead and his complete torso was sliced up and his flesh ripped. A whole puddle of blood covered the sand, turning it a dark shade of red.
"I'm sorry Hinata-kun." The light and weak voice you knew all too well spoke up. It was Nagito, and he didn't sound well in the least. "You laid your eyes on (Y/N)-san and I couldn't let you take her/him away from me! I'm just scum, filth or even less then that b-but... Y-you were worth her/him and by that you were possibly the one s/he'd fall for!" He was speaking, his voice sounded as if it was broken by the hate, regret and anger. Before you knew it his light green eyes were looking straight at you, they were dull, emotionless.
"W-why...?" That was all you managed to say. You still couldn't believe that this has really happened. You tried to convince yourself that this was still just a nightmare yet it all felt too real. With his footsteps muffled by the sand he approached you with a broken smile on his face.
"It was for you, (Y/N)-san. It was so that he wouldn't take you away from me!" He said, his dull eyes starting to look more and more like they were during that one time in the Class Trial about the case when Byakuya was killed. "I-It is absolutely despairing, isn't it? To know that I had killed someone better then me... To know that I dared to even do such a thing... And yet, I feel so much hope as well! (Y/N)-san, I had never felt this happy in my entire life!"
"You... You're insane!" At your words a dry yet genuine laugh escaped Nagito, leaving you dumbstruck and utterly confused. How could he laugh now?
"For all you know, I am! Yet, I know that I am unworthy of having you I will make you mine." Before you could say anything he pulled you closer and kissed you, dropping the axe on the sand with a muffled thud. The kiss was just light at first but it soon turned passionate before he pulled back and held you in his embrace, tenderly as if you were his most precious treasure.
"N-Nagito... I'm scared." You said with your lip quivering and your body shaking. However, he would just look at you tenderly.
"Don't worry, you won't have to be. There'll be no more pain, no more murders nor Class Trials. You'll be safe, with me." And with that you felt something sharp stab you in the abdomen. It was a knife that Nagito had with himself all the while. Trying your best to stay up the last thing you saw was him taking the knife out amd cutting his wrist. Before the both of you were gone for good, he held you weakly and fell onto the sand with you. And so, the two of you faded away, together and without anymore fear or worries.
