Nagito Kills Hajime

Man I Should Go Suck Some Toes

"W-what are you doing?" Hajime stuttered, panic filled his tearful eyes. Nagito chuckled his shrill laughter. "You knew it was coming soon didn't you?" He fiddled with the sharp kitchen knife in his hand. As he fiddled he grinned slicing along his own skin. Crimson took over his palms and dripped onto the wooded flooring of the library. "You're insane!" Hajime cried but Nagito just began laughing, "Ah Reserve Course, how long did that take you?"
That was it Hajime decided. He wasn't going to let this psychopath become his killer. "You're cornered~ what're you gonna do now?" Nagito cooed. Adrenaline filled Hajime, he knew this was it. One move unplanned and he could be just another lost memory of the rest of the students. "N-Nagito," he swallowed as if he was taking in what he was about to say. "Nagito, please don't do this. I-I.. love you.." Hajime internally winced.
"Hajime, " Nagito mimicked his tone, closing in his victim against the bookshelves. He caresses Hajime's jawline with his palm, forcing his blood onto Hajime's frightened face. "Is this true?" He whispered. Silence filled the room. Hajime nodded, looking at the floor. Nagito's blood dripped from Hajime's own chin into puddles onto the floor.
Nagito presses against him and tilts Hajime's head up with his bloodied hand. Absolutely weak, Nagito thought.
Hajime's mind was racing 100 miles per second. His heartbeat echoing in his ears and shook his entire body. "Aw, how could you love a talentless fool like me?" "That's because I never could.." He muttered. Quickly he kneed Nagito in between his legs and shoved his head backwards. Nagito toppled over, knife tightly clutched in his hand. Hajime began to run to the library's only entrance and only exit, only to find shelves of books had been piled before the exit. Hajime's only hope was to fight back.
Hajime lifted a chair and stood with his back against the door so he'd be able to see the parameter of the library.
"Hi Hajime~" Nagito out of nowhere whispered in his ear, the knife shoved brutally in his abdomen. Hajime screamed and fell dropping the chair on top of himself, his retched scream echoed the library. Blood poured from Hajime and sept into the dark floorboards. Hajime attempted to crawl away from Nagito. He giggled and kicked away the chair, he then sat down and straddled Hajime. Hajime cried harder, "please.. stop Nagito.. please"
Nagito gave Hajime an endearing look, "I always did love your hope, Hajime" Nagito smiled genuinely but it slowly twisted into a demented smirk, "but it's your time now Hajime. Just think of all the hope this'll bring the others, you should feel honored."
"Please.. no more.. please" Hajime wept repetitively. Nagito gave one last laugh and held up the bloodied knife, "goodbye Reserve Course."
He slammed the knife down over and over into Hajime's chest, blood splattered all over with each stab. Nagito's eyes rolled back and he moaned lowly, overcome by all the hope this would provide. Before he stood up, he leaned down and kissed Hajime's pale lifeless lips. When he stood he admired his work, he giggled at the most stupid idea he ever had. Nagito jumped in Hajime's blood as if it was a rain puddle then ran around the library in circles tracking blood all around, of course he remembered to take off his shoes beforehand. Nagito had another stupid idea, he grabbed Hajime's arm and dragged his bloody body around, overtop of pillars, upstairs. He then settled on doing something even stupider. Nagito kicked down the railing on the upper floor, absolutely loving every second of the pure hope (and chaos) he was creating. He loved being able to make as much sound as he wanted since being they were on the second island. With as little upper body strength as Nagito had, from the balcony, he rocked Hajime back and fourth from his feet and his arms and threw him up overtop the balcony of the second floor and snagged the back of Hajime's tie on the chandelier. Just the luck of the ultimate lucky student.
Nagito returned to his cottage satisfied with his work. Nagito had worn his shirt backwards to make sure no blood was visible when he'd wear the shirt normally again. Since his pants were black, it didn't really matter if blood got on them. And his socks that he jumped puddles in? He left those on the shore of the beach, hidden away in a place no one would notice. He stuck the knife in Hajime's cottage, you shouldn't ask how he knew Hajime's lock was broken.
Nagito stripped down, wearing nothing underneath. (He had already given Hajime his underwear for... personal reasons.) He climbed in his bed and closed his eyes with a smile on his face.
Of the entire days of on the island, Nagito got the best sleep he'd ever had.