A/N: I had an idea where everything is the same in SDR2 and in the anime that took place before the events of the game, except Chiaki and Hajime swapped places.
This drabble is pretty short, but I like it uwu
This will contain spoilers to one scene in the anime, so back away if you hate spoilers, I guess xD
Enjoy!
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Heavy pants left his lips as the wounded brunet forced himself to keep crawling onwards. His legs were cut to the bone, leaving crimson red blood oozing out everywhere and leaving a trail behind the struggling gamer.
"You can do this, Hajime..." He tried to reassure himself, though his usual positivity wasn't there to help him this time. He could slowly feel himself succumb to despair as his eyes dropped in exhaustion.
How much longer until this will end?
Miss Yukizome just suddenly pushed Hajime into a strange room, and now he was on the verge of death, after having been impaled by many thin spears in the stomach everywhere.
He flopped on his belly onto the ground, blood pooling underneath him.
"Help me..." He cried out helplessly. "I can't die like this. I still have so many things to do..."
A shadowed figure approached him, looming over the gamer.
"N-Nanami-san?" Hajime looked up.
"In a state like this, I'm surprised how you're still willing to go through all this just for your classmates," she stated bluntly, blank pink eyes staring down to him.
"That's because..." Hajime coughed up blood, struggling to speak. "T-That's because... I love... I love my classmates...!" He said it simply.
"They taught me it was fun to play video games in a team... They showed me I didn't have to be alone... They showed me that they'd always be there for me."
A bloodied hand reached upwards faintly to the long haired girl. "Chiaki..." The name caused the young woman to raise a brow.
"You don't have to be Dekiru Kamukura for me... You never had to," Hajime smiled and looked up with hopeful eyes.
"I never wanted you to change. I just wanted Chiaki Nanami, that's all."
"Just once more... I wanna play video games.... With you... once more. Okay, Chiaki?"
And then, his hand fell limp.
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