Trace Me Onto You <> komahina

On lonely nights, he dreams of Nagito.

He dreams of salty ocean air and warm sun on his skin, a manic laugh, and green eyes that gazed upon him so tenderly, once, it made his chest ache. Palm trees danced in the wind, casting long shadows over two bodies nestled in the sand, staring up at fluffy, white clouds when there was nothing else to do and no one else around.

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it's been years since i've touched danganronpa and i'm aware this is severely out of character in regards to nagito. that is the point.!

n e way hajime kinnie writes hajime devious face