Komahina Oneshots

5. Borrowed Jacket

It was sometime after the 2nd class trial, and Hajime had decided that he should at least try and get some more Hope Fragments with Nagito.

People had been avoiding him since the events at the first class trial, not that spending time with him would have been easy whilst he was tied up in the old building.

Hajime found Nagito's position on the map, and made his was towards his cottage. He also checked the time: 5:43. He better not spend too much time with Nagito, or it would get cold, and Hajime only had his short sleeved shirt.

When he got to Nagito's cottage and knocked on the door, he heard a loud thud and felt allowed to go into the cottage to make sure Nagito was ok.

When he opened the door though, Nagito was lying face-down on the floor. Hajime walked over to him, kneeled down, and carefully lifted Nagito onto his lap.

'Uh, Nagito?'
'Yes.'
'You okay?'
By now Nagito had sat back up, but Hajime's arms were still wrapped around him. Nagito very awkwardly smiled.
'I'm fine thank you.'
He very swiftly moved away from Hajime.

'Was there anything you wanted? You must have wanted something to come to talk to trash like me.'
'I didn't want anything, just to spend time with you.'

'Why would you want that?'
'Because. Now, where do you want to go?' Nagito didn't answer immediately. There was a long pause, with Nagito just staring at Hajime, dumbfounded.

'I, um, I don't care, it would just be nice to spend time with you.'
'Alright, lets go to the beach.'

The two boys walked to the beach in silence. Once they got there, they each sat on the sand. Hajime looked over to Nagito, who was just staring out to sea with a look of dread on his face.

'Hey, uh, Nagito? Are you okay?'
'Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine.'
He turned to Hajime and smiled.
'So, what do you want to do?'

Shit. Thought Hajime. He had forgotten the whole point of inviting Nagito here. He was busy admiring how beautiful he was.

'I didn't really think that far. We can just... talk if you wanna?'
'Sure!'

The two talked about the randomest things, and Hajime had forgotten about the whole situation they were in; how they had been forced to kill each other and how 4 people had already died completly zoned out of Hajime's mind.

Hajime shivered. Nagito stopped talking.
'Are you cold Hajime? You can have my jacket if you want?'
'No, that wouldn't be necessary. And besides you'd be cold without it.'
But by then, Nagito had already taken his jacket off and was holding it out to Hajime. Hajime would feel rude refusing to take it, so he took it.

Now Nagito was wearing his jacket he looked a lot different somehow. Hajime could clearly see how pale Nagito's skin was. In the dark lighting they were in now, he looked as if he was glowing. Hajime could also pick out how thin and stick-like his arms were, making him worried that without his jacket he must be freezing.

'I, um, I think we should go back now, it's getting late.'
'Sure.'
Hajime stood up quickly and offered his hand to Nagito to help him up, and felt rejected when Nagito didn't take it.
The two walked back to their own cottages, but Nagito insisted on Hajime keeping his jacket, saying he could take it back the next day.

THE NEXT DAY UWU

When Hajime got to the restaurant and found that Nagito wasn't there, he grew concerned. Nagito was always one of the first people to get there.
Hajime figured he was just worried to much, and got his breakfast and went and sat with Chiaki.

'Hey, Hajime.'
Chiaki barely looked up from whatever game console she was on as she took another bite out of her toast.
'Good morning, Chiaki.' Hajime sat down and at his toast and drank his orange juice.

Hajime found himself staring at the door. Counting each of the people who came in. He was confusing himself, he couldn't remember caring about Nagito so much.

When everyone except Nagito had finished breakfast and started heading out to do whatever they would do, Hajime's concern had reached its peak.
He checked Nagito's location on the map, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw that he wasn't dead.
He was simply in his cottage.

Hajime began to make his way to Nagito's cottage. He knocked on the door, and waited. He counted at least 2 minutes of waiting, before Nagito opened the door looking like hell.

'Morning Hajime.' His voice didn't even sound like his own, cheerful voice, but rather like someone who had had no sleep for the past 10 years.
'Nagito, you good?'
'Hm, yeah, why wouldn't I be?'
Hajime pushed Nagito back into the room and followed after him. Nagito went straight to his bed and lay back down.
'Nagito, are you sure you're okay? I can go and get Mikan if you're sick.'
5 seconds. 10 seconds. No reply.
Hajime walked over to Nagito to find him asleep. Hajime rested his hand on Nagito's forehead, only to pull it back immediately.
He has a raging fever. Hajime cursed himself, he knew he shouldn't have taken his jacket.

For the time being, Hajime would help Nagito the best he could. He started with moving him into a more comfortable position, as right now, Nagito was half on the bed, half off. Hajime lifted Nagito, a brief spell of worry crossing him with how light he was, and moved him so he was properly on the bed.

Next, he grabbed a towel and lightly soaked it, before folding it into an oblong and taking it back to Nagito and placing it on his forehead.
He left the cottage, went back to his own, grabbed Nagito's jacket, and ran back. He folded the jacket neatly and placed it on a chair that was somewhere in the room. Hajime then went back to the restaurant, got a few light snacks on a plate, and went back. He put the plate with the jacket, then pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. When he was done with that, he put the paper with the plate and jacket, before leaving the cottage one last time.

When he arrived back at his own cottage, he was worn out from all the running around he had been doing.

TIMESKIP

When Nagito woke up, he sat up and squealed a bit when a cold towel landed on his lap. He placed it on his bed before shakily standing up. He looked around the room before laying his eyes on his jacket, a plate of food and a folded piece of paper. Smiling, he put on his jacket, took the plate and note and sat back on his bed.
Whilst he ate the food he read the note:
To Nagito,
You passed out or fell asleep with a pretty bad fever, I tried to help you out as much as I could. I also returned your jacket and got you some food since you missed breakfast.
Hajime ❤️

Nagito couldn't help but wonder why Hajime had put a heart there.