Nagito tapped his pencil on his desk, going in the rhythm of a song that's been stuck in his head for days. He hummed the tune, until he was scolded by the surrounding students. The school has been making plans for an October dance at Hope's Peak Academy, but Nagito wasn't interested. The loud bell rung, signaling the next period was about to start soon, but he didn't feel like going to the next class, so he decided to skip for the day.
"My luck is still great I guess..." Nagito thought to himself as he walked through the school gates, being able to get past security just fine. He was walking to the parking lot, looking down at the cement he was walking on, until he bumped into someone. "Ah! Sorry I wa-"
He was cut off by the beauty of the man he ran into. He tried to admire his dark silhouette, but the strange man was gone in the blink of an eye. "Hm, I must be seeing things. My pills might be doing things..." Nagito thought, trying to look around for the strange man, but no luck. "Just a figment of my wild imagination I guess..." He sighed, getting into his car and driving off of school grounds to his apartment nearby.
He unlocked his door, the sight of that ruby-red gaze burned into his memory. He opened the door and made his way to his room. "That stare felt too real to be a hallucination, plus it's not a side effect of any of my medication... I need to see him again..." Nagito thought before falling dramatically onto his bed, pulling out his phone to text Chiaki, even though she was probably in class.
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He sent the text, aware of all the spelling mistakes, but didn't bother fixing them. He put down his phone and stared up at the ceiling, bored out of his mind. "I wonder what he's doing..." he thought, turning onto his side, hoping to fall asleep.
Right as he was about to drift off into sleep, his phone buzzed
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gaymer: ok, first of all, if you're gonna text me, at least make an effort to fix your damn spelling mistakes
gaymer: second of all, i think i know who you're talking about. i think you're describing izuru cumukura or what's his face
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Nagito groaned and looked at his phone. "Wow ok asshole..." He thought.
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hope whore 🥵🥵: i- 👨🦯
hope whore 🥵🥵: isn't he like an okd add msn?
gaymer: founder of hopes peak i think
gaymer: but last time i checked he was an ugly old man
hope whore 🥵🥵: hm
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He shut off his phone and stared up at the ceiling, hoping to be able to sleep. He was in school for only about four hours, but it already exhausted him, and he hasn't slept in three days. He was able to fall asleep, but he was asleep longer than expected.
7:26 PM: Nagito woke up and noticed the sun was starting to set. 'How long was I...' Nagito pulled out his phone. '9 hours?! Wow... guess I'm not gonna sleep tonight...' He thought before getting up and out of bed. He brushed out his hair and decided to walk outside and watch the sunset.
As he walked around the apartment complex, he felt a burning stare from behind him. He was used to this, he seemed to get a lot of weird looks, so he ignored it.
"Are you Nagito Komaeda?"
A smooth, relaxing, almost attractive voice called Nagito from behind him. He snapped his head back at the voice. The owner of the voice had long black hair... red eyes...
Nagito's eyes widened as he turned to face him. "Are you- AH!" Nagito began before being cut off by the man pulling him closer by the rim of his shirt, their faces inches apart. Nagito's face turned bright red at the sight of the beautiful man so close to him.
"I'm Izuru Kamukura, Ultimate Hope. You're going to see me often, but never ask why. You are going to that dance, whether you like it or not. Don't ask questions." The man was straight forward and never hesitated with his words, as if he rehearsed them over and over. "Ultimate... Hope..." Nagito shivered with excitement. "Don't do that..." Izuru sighed.
Nagito wrapped his arms around Izuru, pulling him close. Nagito was just a little bit taller than him, but was still intimated by him. "I never said you could touch me, I don't care how attracted you are to me. Don't touch me..." Izuru said in an annoyed tone, pushing Nagito off of him. "Ah... sorry. I suppose trash like me shouldn't do that..." He sat on the cement and looked up at the darkening sky. "...Don't call yourself that. I don't care about you, but it's incredibly annoying..." Izuru sighed.
"Goodbye," He said before suddenly disappearing. "Good...bye?" Nagito sighed.
"Why does he keep disappearing like that..?" Nagito thought before getting up to go back inside.
