Komahina one-shots + Random jots of writing

Dreamcatcher

     Hajime stared up at the silver lined dream catcher. It had seven baby blue feathers and a smaller dream catcher hanging from the bigger one. His partner, Nagito, had said they were lucky and had given it to him. After the events of the killing game, the two had joined the future foundation alongside the rest of their friends. Everything in their lives had been good.

     That wasn't to say any of them could escape nightmares though. Hajime himself had nightmares about Izuru Kamakura constantly. He was overwhelmed in guilt and shame for his past and what he did. He regretted being apart of the Izuru Kamakura project, he regretted being the reason the killing game even occurred, and he regretted being what he considered to be stupid and selfish.

     Another side of him feared he wasn't being as himself that everyone wanted him to be. Deep down he knew he wasn't actually Hajime Hinata. Deep down he knew he was Izuru Kamakura doing his best to live on as Hajime.

     The Hajime from the killing school trip was gone, all that was left of him was his emotions. Well, more so his ability to feel them.

     He couldn't tell if he felt pride or heartbreak when his friends called him Hajime. It felt as if they were unaware of who he really was.

     He'd told Nagito this before, not long after telling him about his bad dreams. He told him he believed that not only him, but everyone else, only talked to him because they saw him as Hajime. Not Izuru, Not a fusion of the two, but only Hajime. The one from the island. But he wasn't.

     He tried telling Nagito he loved Hajime and not him. He tried to tell him everyone was only his friend because of the Hajime they once knew.

     In turn, the other boy told him in a soft voice that while he wasn't sure about everyone else, he himself knew he was truly in love with him. Regardless if he was Hajime, Izuru, Izuru living on as Hajime, or the fusion of the two. He reminded him that it'd been months before the two officially got together and that he'd had time to fall in love with him all over again. He was willing to call the other Izuru if he wished, to which the other didn't know how to respond. He requested Nagito call him that only in the privacy of their own room to see what it was like.

     He hardly knew what to call himself after all. It pained him, he wished he could just consider himself Hajime or Izuru. But he didn't know how. So he convinced himself and everyone around him they merely combined personalities.

     Not long after that Nagito got the dreamcatcher. He told him that legends held that the spider web design of the dream catcher would allow good dreams to pass through and float down the hanging beads and feathers to sleeping children. Bad dreams, however, would be caught in the web. As the first rays of the morning light hit the dreamcatcher, the bad dreams would disappear. It was cheesy and slightly pathetic, but he found comfort in such an idea.

     He wasn't sure if he'd been only imagining it, but the dreamcatcher seemed to work. His sleep only seemed to become more peaceful and the occurrence of his nightmares was minimal. Or maybe it was because he had his lover at his side that he had peace. He wasn't sure, not that it mattered. He was too bored to figure it out.

     Regardless, Izuru was at peace. Even if he wasn't sure who he was, and despite his insignificant paranoia, he believed he'd always have someone there regardless of the future that awaited him.