Hope's Peak Academy | Hajime Hinata x Reader

Chap. 10

Miss me? ;)

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It didn't take long for the world to descend into absolute chaos. It wasn't confined to merely Japan, no, and it was foolish to believe it did. The swirling darkness was frightening. Curled tendrils beckoned the unknowing into to the realm, and chaos descended. Menace, madness and confusion.

You stumbled through the corridors behind the rest of your classmates after the small candle of a flame burst into a furious fire, watching as floorboards rotted away and burnt to a crisp merely metres behind you with less care in the world. Your mind was in a state of madness, flicking from one thought to another in less than a few seconds.

From thoughts of Nanami Chiaki and Hinata Hajime.

Your meeting with Hajime a few weeks ago seemed so far away and distant, but you remembered it well for all it was worth.

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Hinata?"

In front of you stood that very same boy who you had been face to face with many months ago, except his once gentle and innocent expression had shifted to once of almost complete deterioration. Yet, at the same time, those eyes that bore no recollection of ever meeting you gave you such comfort.

Maybe it was because of your desperation to see him again.

"H-Hinata, hey, are you listening to me?" Your voice found its way out of your throat without you even having to try and speak, the words you spoke making the said male narrow his eyes. He said nothing in response and wandered back inside the house, black shoulder-length curls swaying with each step.

You thought this was all some elaborate prank and set up, so began asking about if he had decided to become emo, but your words fell on deaf ears. You laughed at him, jeered at him in hopes he might perk up and tease you back for something minor, but Hajime stared at you as if you were the most foolish person in the world.

That was when the weight of your life shifted.

"Hinata Hajime is no more, [Last name]."

"... Huh?"

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Well, that was all you could remember. The rest turned into a foggy blur because of how hysterical you became, sobbing and bargaining for the life of a boy who was now dead.  The Hinata Hajime you knew was no more. From a boy with a smile like the sun to a sullen man who never so much as twitched at the sight of monstrosity, Hinata Hajime became no more.

And then came Nanami Chiaki. As you pulled your body past the massacre occurring around you, your mind shifted back towards the moment you watched her die.

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The room was silent as the spikes pierced Chiaki's body, the weight of her hitting the floor being the only noise. Time didn't seem to pass in that moment, leaving you with a few seconds to process the emptiness in the room before the atmosphere fell cold.

Nobody initially reacted, before the gasoline was poured onto the spark of trauma buried in your chest, and agony erupted and flooded the room with sounds of anguish and turmoil. It was paralysing, almost, the pain that flooded your body like a fire, the excruciating agony of the last minute leaving your mind in a woolly state of torture. Her mind could only scream one word: Chiaki. Chiaki, Chiaki, Chiaki.

How you all had let Chiaki die.

The imprint she had left in those hallways would not be remembered and would be washed away with the destruction that was age, the memory of her dreams that started the nightmarish catastrophe would begin to fade away— as the agony of every tragedy should.