You plopped down on the sandy beach, staring straight ahead. Sure, it was not smart to be roaming around during nighttime, but Monokuma wasn't going to catch you - he'd save you for murdering someone... or being murdered.
"Y/N! I can't believe you thought about coming here, too!"
And there was that other little problem.
"Hello, Nagito." You watched him sit down next to you, fumbling with his jacket sleeve.
"Good evening, Y/N... I suppose you couldn't sleep either, huh? It's difficult being in a place like this. There's so many untrustworthy people here."
You nod, looking at his messy bedhead before giving him eye contact. "I guess so. At least everyone here is nice before they get scary and try to commit murder."
Nagito laughs, and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. "Of course a beacon of hope like yourself would think that! I-I'm incredibly happy you're still so optimistic after overcoming every trial." He yanks your hand up, and you cringe - his hands are all sweaty!
You zone out, but hear him talking about despair and hope, and how Hajime was probably the best example (but you were fine too) and how he thought of some of your other classmates as suspicious, something or other about disliking the more loud individuals. He drones on for a while, but you feel a sharp pain in your forearm which brings you back to attention.
Nagito smiles sweetly, holding the knife that is now stuck into your forearm, the arm with the hand he had been holding. You shriek, pulling away. "What the hell, Nagito?" You get up, and turn to run away back to your cottage or a building, whichever you can get to faster with a more secure way of keeping him out.
Too bad while dwelling on your idea, he drags you back down and shoves the knife into your abdomen.
"Y/N! Please don't yell! Please don't cry- I-I-I'm doing this for you, okay?" With a surpising amount of strength, he shoves you onto the sand and sits on your legs.
You yell and cry anyways, ignoring his pleas. Getting stabbed hurts like hell, and the pain is a dull throbbing from the adrenaline entering your system.
"Y/N! Be quiet before I rip your tongue out! I-I'm doing this so you don't have to feel the heartwrenching despair that will inevitably come!" Nagito grabs the knife, ripping it out and plunging it just below your sternum. You scream again, wishing you could curl into the fetal position.
"Please," his voice goes softer. "Y/N, please be quiet. Shh..." He reaches up and grabs at your hair, while the pain of it all comes crashing over your body like the waves threatening to touch the two of you.
Nagito is glistening with a sheen of sweat under the moonlight, and he looks terrified, but his mouth isn't tense - only his eyes.
You choke out some sort of sob, but Nagito shushes you again. "Please be quiet. We can't have anybody finding this out, okay? I-I did this because I know you're too frail to overcome this much despair. It would be terrible if you got rid of hope, wouldn't it?"
He drones on and on, but his voice is quiet - the waves crashing up against the shore thunders through your ears and body making it impossible to hear him.
Preferrably, you'd rather die at this moment instead of listening to Nagito's spheal or the waves. You imagined yourself surviving towards the very end, getting off of these hellhole set of islands with your friends.
The pain is getting stronger, and you look back at Nagito. He's smiling, essentially laying on top of you. His shirt and jacket are being stained with your blood, and it's harder to breathe.
"Y/N, why are you ignoring me?"
"It hurts when you stab people."
He laughed again. "How much do you want to kill me right now?"
You don't respond - why would you play into another stupid spheal about hope?
Nagito smiles, though - "I really wanted to see you make it to the end. After the last trial, though, how you locked yourself away... I was really upset you did that. I didn't want you to become the blackened for someone else. It would have been heartwrenching to watch..."
You're struggling for breath at this point, and your forearm pangs with a sign of 'please stop my bleeding'. The knife is laying next to you, so you get a weak idea.
You smile at Nagito, feeling for the knife. "I'm glad you're here with me. Thank you."
His expression changes, but you can't tell what he's feeling. "Y/N! You agree with me, right? That this is the best way?"
You grab the knife's handle. "Yes. I do. Thank you for saving me."
He smiles, and wraps his arms around your neck, pressing his lips to yours. You don't reciprocate and kiss back, instead just readying the knife for an opportune moment. Your arm is screaming for help, and you're tempted to cry, but hopefully you can give the other students a clue of who's the blackened.
He lets go, and with the amount of strength left in your body, you plunge the knife into his forearm, dragging it downward to the hand.
He doesn't scream or yell, just an 'ow' that sounds too fake and a simple laugh. "I should have known you didn't believe me." Grabbing the handle, he takes out the knife from his body. Pink blood trails down, dripping into the mess of color on your abdomen. He readjusts the knife in his non-hurt arm.
He isn't talking anymore, but his breathing is loud. Nagito leans over your body, holding above your sternum for support as he stares at your face, no expression being worn on his own.
You stare back up at him, trying to muster some sort of insult at him before you die.
He takes a deep breath, and plunges the knife into your eye, shoving it deep inside of your cranium.
Everything goes fuzzy, and the world around you ebbs into that of abyss.
