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hajime hating himself for 1,261 words (komahina angst)

Hajime ran out of the school, frantically sprinting down the sidewalk ready to once again escape the what felt like a never ending hell that he had to keep coming back to. He faced constant bullying all the time, but since it for the most part wasn't physical and instead emotional, nobody had done anything about it. He always did the same thing when leaving school, run until he was no longer in the site of anyone who could emotionally harm him further, and of course he was doing it again. Even being used to it, what was really 5 minutes seemed like hours.

Turning around, the brown haired boy noticed that those he was running away from were getting closer. Barely with any breath, Hajime kept running, until eventually tripping on a small crack in the sidewalk and falling due to how little he was truly focusing. "S-shit." Hajime thought to himself, ready to face the usual, knowing he couldn't get up in time, and had to face more ridicule. A shorter than average girl with yellow hair and large, thick, curved pigtails came approaching from now in front of him."Oh, look!" she giggled. "The little shit-head boy is trying to run away." she put her hands together and started swaying from left to right repeatedly. "If you keep trying that, i'll get Akane to hit you hard on the head! Really hard!" while normally, to Hajime at least, an insult like this would be taken as a petty, baseless insult, the girl had said similar things to things before, and most of the time, it would be followed by the threat actually going through. Hajime sighed, before starting to speak, in some sort of attempt to request justification for the girl's actions. "Hiyoko." he began. "Why do you find enjoyment out of this? I-in torturing me? Why do you and your friends hate me so much?" Hiyoko froze for a moment, before replying with a rather cruel response. "Why wouldn't i? I mean, you're a talentless, stupid, ugly, fucking piece of-" before Hiyoko could finish her sentence, she was interrupted.

"Hiyoko, what are you doing?" words heard by Hajime too much, and words awaited by Hajime so much. Turning around, Hiyoko saw a tall, pale boy, with white hair and a brown outfit with a red tie. "Oh, Nagito!" said Hiyoko. Hiyoko talked with Nagito for a few minutes, Hajime still sitting around on the ground. At this point, talking with the bullies was the only way to get them off Hajime's back for the day. Once Hiyoko had left, Nagito sighed, and crouched down to Hajime."Hey, Komaeda." Hajime said, his head dipped, staring at the ground. "Thanks for saving my ass again, shame i can't do it myself." Nagito sighed, fully sitting down in front of Hajime. "Some people can't defend themselves, Hinata. You're one of those people, sadly." Nagito paused his speech for a second and looked up at the sky. "People who can't defend themselves can never grow to later on, that's just how the world works." Hajime sighed, and tried to get up. "Ow!" he exclaimed. Nagito looked at Hajime with a panicked face, and slid closer to him. "Hinata! What happened?!" "N-nothing." Hajime replied. "When i tripped i scratched my hand a bit, and it stings as you'd expect." Nagito looked at Hajime with immense concern. "Show me the hand that stings, Hinata." reluctantly, Hajime showed Nagito the hand that had stung.Nagito flinched. "Hinata, you're bleeding a bit, you need a bandaid." Hajime looked down at the ground, nervous. "I-i thought i felt something, alright then." Nagito pulled up Hajime by his other hand, making sure he didn't accidentally hurt him or something in the process. "Komaeda, can i ask you a question?" Hajime began to inquire. "Of course, Hinata. Ask me anything you wanna know." Hajime started speaking as to ask something, but eventually closed his mouth and looked down. "Nevermind." Nagito shrugged. "Do you wanna go to my house or yours?" Nagito asked. "Yours." Hajime replied. Nagito nodded, and the two made their way to Nagito's house.

The two walked for a couple of minutes, before eventually getting to Nagito's house. Nagito opened the door, and signaled his brown haired friend to come in. "You can sit on the couch if you'd like." Nagito said. "You sure?" Hajime responded, with clear concern. "You're not gonna get mad if i get blood on it?" Nagito shook his head. "I'll just clean it off." Nagito began walking towards his home's stairs, than up them. "I'll go get a bandaid, okay?" Nagito said, before climbing all the way up his stairs. Hajime sighed, and then laid on the couch, making sure to keep his injured hand away from it.Hajime started thinking about the situation he was in while on the couch. "What did i do. What did i do to be abused by everyone i have met. Is it my lack of talent? My personality? What is it? And...what did i do to deserve him? He's better than me in every way. Im...im so...talentless...and..." Hajime laid in complete silence. In mind, and in real life. For a minute or so, nothing could be heard from the boy except for breathes. Deep, deep breathes. The silence was short, however. Because what shortly followed was uncontrollable sobbing from the boy.Following this sobbing, Nagito rushed downstairs, bandaid now also in hand. "Hinata! Wh-what's wrong?!" he exclaimed, concerned. Hajime looked over to see his friend, standing there, looking horrified. "Nothing's wrong, Komaeda. Don't worry about me." Nagito walked over to the couch, and held Hajime's non-injured hand. "Clearly something's wrong, Hinata. You can tell me. After all, you're my best friend, right?" Hajime flinched at the last part of Nagito's sentence. "...I don't deserve you, Komaeda. I don't deserve to be your best friend."