Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 27

"Junko comes back and ruins it all" Part 11037
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He was drowning.

The frigid waters consumed his weak body, dragging him under the currents. He could hear a faint chorus of laughter above him, but by this point, he was too injured to move.

His lungs were constricting, begging for air, setting his chest on fire.

He didn't struggle, didn't move as he let himself be taken away by the movement of the water.

Suddenly, he was pulled up, his vision blurred by the water.

"How do you think of yourself now? Not so mighty anymore, are we?"

He coughed, spitting out mouthfuls of water. He gasped for air, drawing in lungfuls and lungfuls of oxygen.

Just as quickly as it had come, the oxygen was replaced with the suffocating sense of water. Bubbles came out of his mouth as his wounds ached when he tried thrashing.

He was pulled back up again, a hand clenched around the collar of his shirt, pulling him to face the figure forcefully.

"Goodbye."

And like a rag doll, he was thrown into the water again, this time sinking, no longer in the shallow waters.

His hand reached upward, toward the dimming sun and his eyes drooped, his mind hazy.

Hot tears leaked out of his eyes, turning cold against the waters surrounding him.

Much to his relief, no one would be able to see him cry as he drowned.

Accepting his fate, he closed his eyes and inhaled a lungful of water and-

Nagito's eyes snapped open, one hand clutching his chest and the other outstretched. His chest was heaving and hot tears leaked down the sides of his face.

With a shaky hand, he touched his tears, wiping them away in fear that Hajime would see them again.

By the way, where was Hajime anyway? He vaguely remembered the brunet crawling into bed with him, but then his consciousness faded away.

Turning to his side, Nagito realized that Hajime must have left a long time ago since the side of his bed was cold, his sheets tossed to the side.

"BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU!" Hajime's overly concerned voice echoed through his mind.

Oh, yeah. Last night when he came home in the morning. The angry burning behind Hajime's eyes.

Oh, frick.

Nagito's fingers flew to his lips, his ears heating up.

Hajime had almost kissed him. He had challenged the brunet, and he had almost taken it seriously, going to such lengths of leaning in.

His head snapped to the door as it opened, revealing a yawning Hajime at the door.

"You're awake," he stated blandly, his soft side now buried deep within him again.

"Here's your breakfast." Hajime placed a tray of muffins and pancakes on Nagito's lap.

"And don't worry about your work. I finished it and gave it to the Queen before the deadline."

The stressful knot in Nagito's chest loosened in relief.

A prolonging silence settled between them as Nagito started on his meal.

Abruptly, Hajime's brows furrowed and he took both of the Grim Reaper's hands, prying the utensils from his fingers.

His hands were surprisingly gentle as it skimmed over his pale skin, caressing the purple blotches on his wrists.