Instead of Nagito catching the despair disease, what if Hajime caught it...
*spoilers for Danganronpa V2 (obviously), this takes place in chapter 3 and beginning of chapter 4*
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Y'all can just skip this, but look! I got a new cover for the story! I'm not the best at drawing, but it's honest work! Anyway, enjoy~
The next morning, Hajime woke up a little dazed. He felt pressure around his upper body, and felt something intertwined with his legs that was producing heat. He wanted to close his eyes, cause he was pretty comfortable. He opened his eyes at record speed when he remembered what happened last night. Blushing like crazy, he turned and was faced with none other then Nagito Komaeda. His heart was pounding, he put down his head and decided to just rest a little longer. His breathing slowed down and deepened.
As much as he'd hate to admit it, he felt safe in the other's arms. He turned and faced The albino, nuzzling his head into his chest.
"Warm..." he softly said in a voice that was almost inaudible.
Nagito stirred awake, making a soft groan as he did so. He slowly opened his eyes to see brown hair close in his view. He looked down and saw Hajime cuddled up to him. Nagito slid out of Hajime's light grasp around his waist, and exited the bed. He located his clothes and put them on, as he was putting on his socks. Hajime awoke.
He rubbed his eyes "morning-" he hissed in pain. His abdomen felt like it was burning.
"Ah! Are you okay, Hajime?" Nagito went to his side. Hajime glared at him "was I too rough last night?"
Hajime laughed, trying to lighten up the mood. "Yeah, but I'll be up and running in a hour or so..."
Nagito scratched the back of his head "hey, Hajime?" He looked away "could... could we still be friends?"
Hajime stayed silent, giving him a confused look,
"I mean! I can understand why you would hate me right now, but I would hate if this ruined my chance at being friends with a symbol of hope, like yourself."
Hajime smiled "Of course we're still friends, And I don't hate you. But seriously man, you've gotta stop placing us in two different categories. You're an Ultimate as well, your talent doesn't matter." He sighed.
A huge blush appeared upon the albino's cheeks and a smile grew bigger and bigger "Ah! I could just tackle you in a hug right now, Hajime! You make me so happy!" He did just that.
Hajime patted his back "Nagito?"
Nagito leaned away from the hug, but still had his arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders "yes?"
The brunet blushed "could you... pass me my clothes..."
He hummed "Maybe, but you might want to shower first. We both smell of sweat, I was about to head out before you awoken."
"Ah, right. You can go on and head back to your cottage, I might be at the restaurant around noon." Hajime said as he truged, rather painfully, towards his bathroom.
