School Project. (funy komahina)

Painful Dread.

TW: There will be mentions of s*lf h*rm and s*ic*de in this chapter.

Nagito's POV.

I sat in my chair with tears pouring down my face. The whole diner was staring at me, who had my hands on my knees, staring at the chair Hajime kicked over. What..have I done? I shouldn't have agreed to my dream job..I made a mistake. The whole diner was silent as everyone looked at me with faces of confusion and annoyance. I clenched my teeth as my tears continued to stream down my face, until drops were falling onto my hands. I got up slowly, and walked out of the diner with my head held down so no one could see my face.

I walked slowly down the sidewalk as tears continued to fall. I couldn't wait until I reached my dorm, and had access to my knife and rope. Maybe then I could finish off this pain with a bang.

"Hey..Is that Nagito?"

I heard a familiar voice call out to me from behind.

"Ah! F-Fuyuhiko?"

"Yeah. It's me."

Fuyuhiko caught up with me, and looked at my face, that was red and had tears pouring down it. "Jeez, what happened to you?" I shook my head "I-It's nothing. Anyways, why are you out here?" He scoffed. "I went on a date with Peko. Didn't really end well so we decided to go seperate ways and work it out when we got back to the college." "Sounds similar to what happened with me and Hajime, but we probably will never work it out." Fuyuhiko looked at me. "You and Hajime? Are you with Hajime or something?" I put my hand over my mouth. "Ah! Nono..He just..confessed to me and I told him some news and..we got in a fight.." Fuyuhiko sighed. "Damn..Well..I better hurry..Peko is probably waiting for me..I hope you and Hajime figure shit out..good luck, Nagito.." With that, Fuyuhiko took off. I sighed and continued to walk.

When I finally reached my dorm, I stepped inside with the familiar scent of Hajime lurking in my dorm. It was such a comforting smell, it was like orange scented fabric softener. I felt tears start to form again at the scent of Hajime, and I stumbled over to my bathroom where I took off my brown suit and tie and threw them on the ground. I got in my typical white T-shirt and some sweatpants and staggered to my couch where I fell down onto it. I lifted a pillow and pulled out the knife from under it. Slowly, I put the knife to my wrist then paused. 

Hajime wouldn't want this.

Yeah. That's right. Hajime may be mad at me now, but he would never want this. I set the knife back under the pillow and let out a sigh. I got comfortable on the couch and flicked off the lights, as I fell asleep trying to look on the brightside of this horrible situation.