~Your POV~
He looked at me with green eyes that shimmered with hope. I stared at him emotionlessly.
"Why? Why did you give into despair?" he asked as he looked into my eyes, as if searching for the small shards of hope that remained within me.
I kept silent, keeping up my strong front. Images flickered through my mind. The days where we smiled, laughed and joked together as class 77. Mikan would fall into a suggestive position, Hiyoko would insult her, Mahiru would scold her and I would laugh with the others. But then, the blood, the crimson eyes, the smirk on her face-
I closed my eyes to hide my inner turmoil from the boy opposite me. My lips parted a few times before I finally decided to speak.
"Makoto Naegi. You beat Junko Enoshima at her own game, you wouldn't know the feelings of the weak. How we were at Junko Enoshima's mercy, how she took everything that we loved away from us in an instant, how she destroyed us in every way, how she took our hope. Despair is easy to fall into when you have nothing to hope for but despair." I said to him calmly as I opened my eyes to see the shocked figure of Makoto Naegi.
He stared at me, surprised and horrified by my words before he gave me a piercing gaze. "You've got that wrong. I felt despair at every moment I was stuck in that school but never once did I give into despair, because I swore to avenge my friends and move forward. The people precious to me gave me hope when I was in despair." he said to me, in a confident tone.
I held his gaze for a moment before sighing. "That is where we're different, Makoto Naegi. When I was full of hope, the people precious to me gave me despair. Despair is just as infectious as hope." I told him, still using a calm tone.
He stared at me once again, but this time his stare made me shudder. It felt like he could see everything in my mind, like he was gazing into my soul.
"(f/n) (l/n). You never fell into despair, did you?" he asked me, but I knew that he already knew the answer. Still, those words knocked all of the breath out of my lungs and I felt all of the walls that I had built for myself collapse. Sobs escaped my lips and tears cascaded down my cheeks.
"Y-You're right..... I never.... I n-never for a moment gave in to despair. B-But I had to play the part! I wanted to stay by his side!" I had begun the sentence whispering but by the time I had reached the last sentence, I was shouting at him, as if I wanted him to hear me instead of the boy sitting opposite me. Maybe I did. I wanted him to come and tell me that everything was alright. That we were back in Hope's Peak Academy, by the fountain, with his hand in mine. Hope's Peak Academy. The thought of that place dampened my mood instantly. The hope of the nation, but the root of my despair. They created the Ultimate Hope and when they did, they destroyed Hajime Hinata. Izuru Kamukura lacked the emotions that made Hajime's face look like a piece of art. Hajime was bright and warm like the sun, he was my hope. But just like that, he was gone. I wanted him back so badly. I needed him back. So I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath. Then I told Makoto Naegi everything. Who I was before I pretended to fall into despair, the fun times I shared with my classmates, where it went all wrong, my life as a Remnant of Despair. Izuru became the Ultimate Hope but fell into Despair. If something like that could happen, I felt like the original Hajime could one day return. If one miracle could happen, another could. If one day, Izuru could become Hajime again, I would wait by his side until then. The Ultimate Hope became the Ultimate Despair. His Despair became my hope. I hoped that Hajime would be with me again and for that reason, I became Despair.
My name is (f/n) (l/n), and this is my story. My story of hope and True Love's Despair.
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The Thorns of Despair: True Love's Despair - Hajime Hinata x Reader
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