Komahina One Shots

~Disease~

Hajime POV

"I hate you."

The words stung, even if I knew that he was saying the opposite of everything he meant.

"I never want to see you again."

"Leave me alone."

"I wish we never even met."

The worst part wasn't what he was saying, it was the fact that he had a smile on his face while he said it. It hurt.

"Go away." He said, in his usual cheery voice. So I pulled up a chair and grabbed the blanket Mikan had left me. I sat down next to his bed and rested my chin on my palm. I sighed, and he looked at me quizzically.

"I don't care what's upsetting you. Don't tell me." I chuckled softly and put my head in my hands.

"I got assigned to watch you, and if that's not the worst part, I have to constantly be insulted by you, and you're just being such an asshole and I know it's not your fault, I mean you can't control this dumb disease but it hurts Nagito, it really fucking hurts." He sighed and looked at me pitifully.

"I hate you." I knew it wasn't true. But I couldn't help thinking, 'what if he does?'

I missed the old him. But I didn't know when the old him would come back. He laid back down, and clutched his pillow.

"I don't care about you." I closed my eyes, but opened them only a moment later when I felt Nagito grab my hand. He looked at me, and smiled. He didn't say anything, though.

Nagito POV

"I hate you."
"I love you."

"I never want to see you again."
"I want to spend every day with you."

"Leave me alone."
"Please don't go."

"I wish we never even met."
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Go away."
"Stay with me."

"I don't care what's upsetting you. Don't tell me."
"Please talk to me, Hajime. Let me help you."

"I don't care about you."
"I've never cared for someone like I do for you."

I couldn't stop.
I couldn't stop saying these words that I absolutely did not mean.

He said I was hurting him.
Why would I be hurting him?

If I die from this... disease, I'll never get to tell him. Even if I try to, I'll just keep telling him I hate him.

Why

can't

I

tell

him

?

I am not in control, I am not to be held accountable for what I say.
But will he remember that?
If I survive this, will he remember I don't mean any of it?
Or will he take what I say at face value, and live his life believing I hate him?

Knowing Hajime, it'll be the latter.

I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to say anything else to him.

So I just held his hand.

Hajime POV

"H-how's he d-doing, H-Hajime?" Mikan's ever-panicked voice came into range.