The Sailing Ship (KomaHina)

||Chapter Ten|| Watertight

A/N: K you cannot convince me that they WOULDN'T be dancing to this song like HeLLoOooO?

~Focused on Hajime~

Hajime collapsed onto his bed in Nagito's double room. He was exhausted; from both being up so late and from the devastation of what had happened just an hour ago.

"Are . . . are you okay, Hajime?" he heard Nagito mutter, hopping onto the bed behind him.

He sighed and turned over to face his partner. "No."

The albino opened his mouth as if to say something but was unable to. Hajime understood. He knew the feeling of not knowing what to say in a situation like this. He snuggled up into Nagito's chest, finding himself using the boy's shirt to wipe away the tears streaming down his face, soaking the pillow.

He felt an arm wrap around his head, a kiss planted on the top of his hair. The brunette knew that Nagito sometimes didn't know what to do, but this, this was enough. I hope he knows that.

Who knows how much time passed. It didn't feel like long, it was only a few hours into the morning. Hajime looked up at Nagito, who was still passed out beside him, holding Hajime close to his chest as if he was some sort of comforting stuffed animal. The brunette wiggled against his grasp, causing Nagito to grumble and pull him closer.

"Erm, Hajime. Stop moving."

"But I," He slipped his partner's hand up over his head, trying to sit up, "I have to go do something and help,"

Nagito let him go, meeting his gaze tiredly. "Do you really?"

"Yes! What if they're not okay, or what if they need my help with something or what if-"

"What if they understand?" Nagito said, placing his hand on top of Hajime's. "A lot happened last night. I don't know much, but I do know that trag- something terrible like this can affect people pretty badly," he chuckled. "You're panicking, I can tell. But I don't see why you can't just take the day off," Nagito slid off the bed, and walked towards the door. "I can go, too. I can tell you just want to be alone."

Hajime sniffed, tears filling his eyes. "No, Nagito! I don't want you to go! You don't understand how much you . . . you help,"

"What are you saying, Hajime?" Nagito asked, genuine concern glistening in his eyes.

"I'm saying that you help me. You help me forget about what happened. I can laugh when I'm around you, I'm genuinely happy. I enjoy being with you. That's why I hate it when you call yourself trash and whatnot, you're not!" Hajime slid off the bed and walked over to where Nagito was standing, hugging him. "Why can't you see that what you do is enough, being there for me is enough?"

"Hajime, I-I don't think that-" The brunette shut him up by kissing his lips, tears falling onto Nagito's face.

He sniffed. "So stay, Nagito," Hajime said while playing with the albino's fluffy hair.

Nagito pulled Hajime close to the hug, and they both stood there, hugging and trying to keep their tears in. It felt good, to be able to express their feelings, to get it out of their system. Hajime felt a hand wrap around his shoulder, another holding his chin up. He closed his eyes, expecting it. Shortly after he was rewarded with a deeper kiss on his lips and he leaned into the touch. His partner pulled away, and Hajime chased the touch, leaving him to rest on Nagito's shoulder.

"Hey, Hajime?"

"Hm?"

"Do you love me?"

Hajime looked up at Nagito and studied a tear that was dripping down his face. "Yes. I love you for who you are, I love the person who I trust, who I couldn't live without, who I can lean on."