~Nagito Komaeda x Reader Oneshots~

His Last Hope

•(Y/N) POV•
I ran as fast as I could, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Nagito. Where was he? I had checked the main island, I had checked the second, third, and forth islands. Would he really be on the fifth?! I quickened my pace, panting harder as I reached the last of the five islands.

I stopped, catching my breath. Could he really be here...? There's nothing to do here and it's... creepy... Never mind I should of checked here first.

I now, at a slower pace, walked and checked all the buildings. Right before I gave up, I heard a bang from one of the buildings. I looked over and saw Monokuma's factory. Without hesitation, I ran as fast as I could into the building. When I got in, I looked to my left and saw Nagito, holding a fire grenade and a bag. There was also a truck full of the explosives. He turned and look at me, insanity leaving his eyes, being replaced with surprise.

"Oh, hi (Y/N). Where did—"

I cut him off, running up to him and hugging him, causing him to almost drop the fire grenade.

"I was so worried! I couldn't find you any where! I thought you— I... I thought..." Tears welded up in my eyes. "I-I looked everywhere a-and... I was starting to think y-you were..." I gulped. "You were dead."

He placed his bag and the fire grenade down and returned the hug.

"Shhhh it's ok. Don't cry. I'm fine." He stroked the back my of head, telling me words of hope. "Hey, why were you looking for trash like me anyway..?" I pushed back a little to look him in the eyes.

"You're no tra—" he cut me off.

"Not to mention, everyone else hates me, and everyone else is scared of me, so... Why do you care so much about me." We looked into each other's eyes.

"Nagito I don't care if everyone hates you. I don't care if everyone is scared of you. Since our first day here we've been friends and I don't want that to change just cause you've gotten a little meaner over the course of the last investigation and trial. We all know you're insane, but only I know the reason! Your lymphoma and frontal-lobe dementia. No one else cares enough to even be in the same room as you without looking a little scared. But I wanna hear you out. Why did you get so mean all of a sudden...? Especially towards Hajime. And what's with the bombs?!"

He looked astounded. He looked like he wanted to tell me, but he wasn't.

"O-Oh, nothing... Just the dementia! Hehe..."

I looked at him.

"No it's not, this is different, I can tell. What did they give you in the final dead room besides the secret to the funhouse?"

His eyes widened as he looked to the side.

"I guess you are smarter than I thought..." he looked back at me. "I guess I'll show you then." He turned around, taking a book out of his bag.

"You brought it...?"

"Can't risk leaving it in my room were someone can steal it, or even just read it." I nodded as he continued. "This is a book with each of our profiles. Even me and you. It has our ultimate talents, and apparently we each had more than one... except for Hajime, who only had one after... a very unfortunate thing."

I looked through the book, Nagito watching me from over his shoulder.

"But this is all—"

As I get to the back of the book I see all of us, looking terrifying. Red eyes, messy hair, with the page titled: "The Ultimate Despairs."

"N-No. T-There's no way this is—"

Nagito cuts me off as he takes the book from my hands, closing it.