Good night

Yearning

Although Hajime had long since departed from his cabin, Nagito felt his presence lingering. Somewhat. In all honesty, he was shocked by the outcome of his visit. The fact that he mustered the courage to enter at all was astounding in itself.

Despite his assistance in the murder of another student, Hajime had still persevered, ignoring his moral conflict, and paved his own royal road towards hope.

And then there was...That. The overwhelmingly embarrassing interaction with Hajime that plagued his soul. In all of his efforts, Nagito found himself incapable of shoving the memory from his mind.

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"T-the others told me to...." Hajime had paused, glancing down shyly at his own nervous hands, twitching and fumbling in discomfort. "Toletyouknowyoucanleavenow."

All Nagito could manage was a few pathetic splutters in response. "A-ah.. Hinata-k-kun..." Shuddering with anxiety, flushed with embarrassment, his limp cock still exposed for all to see. Fervent and panicked with thoughts bouncing around the unbearably expansive space between them, devastating the walls they touched. 

They were corroding. Falling apart.

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His words were as brief as his entrance, and he was gone before Nagito could form a coherent string of thought. How could he have subjected an ultimate to something as impure and corrupt as that? He was scum. He was nothing.

He could feel his eyes glazing over as his head pounded with shame. Days had passed, and the glare of their interaction was still potent and dirty in Nagito's mind. 

For hours he lay on those floorboards. Previously, he had yearned for his emancipation and awaited it eagerly. Now...Freedom meant nothing. It was an easy win, and an even easier loss.

What, pray tell, would have happened, had Hinata walked in a mere fifteen minutes prior? As much as it vexed him, Nagito was capable of divulging that they would likely have come together in some crude notion of companionship. 

They would gossip and prate like schoolgirls, blissfully ignorant of their predicament on the island. Hinata would dissimulate his fear and uncertainty in favour of their relationship as friends. 

Probably. He hoped.

But that couldn't happen, because Hinata surely resented him, or thought even less of him, if that were even remotely possible.

What was wrong with him? Nagito spared a moment to glance down at his own errant hands. His seed, dried and crusted over, served as a filthy remnant of mistakes. 

He almost, almost felt as anguished as he had on his first night- limbs bound, scrabbling at the floorboards and crying out as despairing nail-marks were gouged into the wood.

Cold began seeping through the drafty windows, prompting Nagito to finally tuck his weeping dick and drooping balls back into their soft, checkered sanction. He yawned, shivering pathetically.

Oh how he yearned to be held. Not in a way that was inherently romantic. Not in a manner of concerned friendship. He just wanted to be clasped, whether it be in the palm of someone's hand, or curled up in their lap. 

He craved the warmth which he had been deprived of, ever since his parents died. There was no warmth in solitude. There was no warmth in exile.

Yet here he was, confined on an island of deceit and devilry, surrounded by people and yet utterly alone. Tears prickled the soft creases of his eyes as he eased into slumber.

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"Komaeda?"

Warmth grasped his shoulders firmly, yet tenderly. An intoxicating mist of concern wreathed around Nagito, earnestly so, prompting him to squirm slightly.

"Komaeda, wake up."

Amidst the waning darkness, blinking heavy sleep from his eyelids, Nagito could discern a shadow hovering above him. Still, despite the ominous black clouding his vision, he was able to identify the voice fondly.

"J-jeez Hinata-kun, missing me already?" "IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!!!"

"I couldn't sleep. So I left my room to get some fresh air, and saw your door was still open when I walked past your cabin." He muttered, his voice laced with irritation. "So I went to close your door, since it was cold out. But I heard some weird noises from your room, like you were having a nightmare or something."

"And when I walked in, it looked like you were thrashing around in your sleep so I-" He paused mid-sentence, seemingly embarrassed of rambling. "But anyway, you seem alright now, so..."

Even so, neither of them dared to move. The connection, albeit framed by exhaustion on both sides, was indescribably difficult to break.

Still partly asleep, Nagito murmured something along the lines of "You should just stay here," whilst lazily patting the other side of his bed.

"What, so you can choke me in my sleep?" He scoffed, though he didn't sound very convincing.

"Don't say that, Hinata-kun," and then, hastily: "You saw me having that nightmare...It's hard having my parents death on my conscience every day. I saw it happen, y'know. I was between my mum and dad when the plane crashed. The seats were quite small, so our knees were touching. Well, anyway, we were about 42,000 feet in the air when the pilot started shouting about an incoming meteor, never seen before, we're all going to die- blah blah blah, meanwhile I was still in diapers having the best shit of my life. I remember the tired look of resignation on my father's face as the orchestra of screams rose to a crescendo. I never really cared about my dad, and I'm fairly certain he felt the same way about me. But my mother was crying while she stroked my hair and promised that I would be okay. Which I was, haha! In fact, I was the only person to survive among the 203 people onboard. Now, I know what you're thinking: My luck saved me. Well, from a more logical standpoint, the cushioning of my parent's pathetically limp bodies sure did the trick. Who would die with like, 120 kilograms of extra protective flesh? Anyway, you know how I mentioned our knees were touching? Well, I was in a state of shock for around 9 hours and I didn't move. I felt the warmth ebbing from their skin where our kneecaps were connected. My mother actually had what seemed like thousands of shards of metal embedded in her face, haha! It makes me upset to dream about, but I really can't help it! Maybe if I had someone sleeping next to me, even for a moment, I wouldn't feel this way. But it's a lot to ask, isn't it? Haha."

"Okay, Jesus Christ. Well if you put it that way..." Hajime held his breath. "Move over."

"But if you even LOOK at me the wrong way, I'm leaving." He clambered awkwardly underneath the covers, struggling to face away from Nagito without touching him. But the bed was too small.

Nagito yawned nonchalantly. "Why would I ever want to hurt you, Hinata-kun? Your existence propagates my favourite thing in the world: hope."

And with that, he prayed to the Penis God of Dick and Balls that Hinata wouldn't see or feel the growing bulge in his underwear.