This chapter takes place during the Killing Game and will contain spoilers for Nagito's death. This is also a small reminder that not everything needs to have a spoiler warning on it because of how old Danganronpa is, though I will continue to add them to my stories.
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Hajime's POV
Since the killing game has begun, each and almost every one of our friends had died, either murdering someone or being murdered by someone. It strikes my heart with terrible pain to know that someone I thought I could trust could kill me in any way they wanted to, and usually, that was the situation between the students in this killing game.
All I can say is that I'm glad my closest friend, Nagito Komaeda, hasn't been killed in this game. I don't know what I would do without him, especially because of how much he means to me.
"Hey, Hajime, what are you doing?" Nagito asked, obviously very happy to see me. He smiled sweetly at my presence.
"Oh, hey, Nagito. I'm not really doing anything... what about you?"
"I was actually wondering if you'd wanna come over to my cottage!... you don't have to, though, worthless human trash like me shouldn't be accepted by a wonderful ultimate like you, Hinata."
"H-Huh? You shouldn't call yourself things like that, and you're well aware of it, too, yeah? Aside from that, I'd like to hang out with you."
"Alright, then."
With that, we both walked off to his cottage, cluttered lightly as we stepped inside, though it wasn't the worst thing. We sat down on his bed together.
"Anything on your mind recently?" I asked, trying my hardest to warm up a conversation.
"Well, kind of. I've been thinking about you quite a lot, and then hope... and then you again... and more hope..."
"Hm? What about me?"
"Well, um... I l-like you, Hinata, and I know I'm not worthy of your love, but-"
I cut him off with a fluent, though sweet kiss.
"B-But I'm not worthy of your l-love-"
"You might think that, but you're plenty worthy of everything you're given. You just need to accept it instead of constantly trying to deny everything, Nagito."
"Hm... okay, I'll t-try my hardest to accept that kind of stuff, then. T-Thank you, Hinata. I-I love you..."
"I love you too, Nagito, but you can call me by Hajime now, yeah?"
"Ah, okay... Hajime... your name is very nice, y'know?"
"...I like your name more, though, Nagito."
As our conversation carried on, I felt myself growing closer to Nagito as a lover and as a person.
*time skip to epic impaling time*
The body announcement had gone off and everyone gathered to what happened to be Nagito's corpse. I wish it hadn't been him, anyone aside from him could've laid there in that spot where my beautiful lover was dead, even me. It was only yesterday that we got to hang out and get together, one of the only times I felt happy during this killing game, but sadly, looking upon it now, that has to be the last moment I have with my lover whilst he was alive.
"Hajime, are you alright?" Chiaki asked. For once, she had actually been paying attention to everything happening in the room.
"...no, but, um, could I have a moment with him?... alone?" I asked, tears beginning to flow down my face.
Everyone nodded and began to head away, though Kazuichi looked back at me.
"Hey, man, don't stress yourself out over this, yeah? I know it's gonna be really hard, but I'm here for you, alright?"
"Ah, um... t-thank you for t-that, Kazuichi."
He nodded once again and left the room.
I was alone yet again with Nagito. I looked down upon him, wiping the tears off of my face with the back of my forearm. The way that Nagito had died looked extremely painful. The whole idea of dying in this way didn't seem acceptable, and it hurt my head to think about who could've done this to someone as kind, though clumsy, as Nagito.
After several minutes had passed and I had spent all my time mourning the death of my lover, Kazuichi walked back in with the rest of our surviving classmates.
"Are you fuckin' done sobbing over that fuckin' clutz?" Fuyuhiko asked, crossing his arms impatiently. "I know you guys were close or whatever, but we have to finish investigating this hellhole before the class trial."
I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before nodding.
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I think everyone knows how that class trial ends, and yes, I'm sobbing as I'm writing this because of how much I love this ship and how much I relate to both of these characters, so yeah. ;-; I might start a whole book on some of my major comfort ships and maybe some other ones that are pretty cute from only Danganronpa cuz I have no interest in like any of the other mainstream fandoms anymore- anyways- if you have any ideas feel free to comment!
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FanfictionThe title says it all. Request in the comments! Will contain lemons, fluff, angst, etc. if requested! - I don't own Danganronpa or any of the characters.