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Nagito couldn’t believe that even after all the pain he was going through, it was still a beautiful, and peaceful night to world outside.
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He was shaking, his tall yet skinny body trembling with the anxiety that the horrible dream he was having was causing him, and a quiet whimper escaped from his lips.
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Ju- she was laughing, laughing like a complete and utter psychopath, that was, as she kicked Nagito to the floor and put a small, shiny blade up against his throat.
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”you, Nagito Komaeda, will always be nothing but a useless, worthless piece of shit, who’ll never be anything great in life, you hear me!? YOU ARE NOTHING NAGITO, JUST A PATHETIC WASTE OF LIFE, YOU SHOULD JUST DIE!”
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The boy sobbed, dragging his sleeve across his eyes. ‘Please... no...’ he said eternally.
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the Ultimate Despair than tightly grasped his shoulders, and shoved him onto the floor, trapping him by stepping on his back with her black heeled boots.
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"You really are pathetic, huh? practically unconscious already, what a shame, why do you have to be such a fucking loser?”
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Nagito cried, he couldn’t speak, the girl grew bored of his painful silence, and so she gripped the back of his jacket and pulled him up on his feet again.
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She than slashed his stomach with the pocket sized knife, causing blood to come spewing out of the wound like some sick, vampire fountain, the so called Ultimate Lucky Student ended up screaming in pain, which only made the pink haired monster in front of him laugh harder.
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“Hahahahahahaha! What a despairing scream! You really are suffering here, aren’t you!?” She laughed.
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Nagito couldn’t talk, the pain was so bad, he was lying on the floor now, even more pale than normal, and clutching his scarred stomach, all on the verge of tears.
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That was when she picked him up, and wordlessly, began to beat his head hard against the wall. Nagito didn’t shout, he didn’t cry for help, he just sat there with teary, grey-green eyes, wishing it was all over already.
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just Before she could deal the finishing blow, the white haired boy woke up, screaming loudly in the process.
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He couldn’t breathe as he fell out of bed and onto the floor, hyperventilating like there was no tomorrow.
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That’s when he heard three (maybe four) sharp knocks on the door, which you could practically hear the worry in.
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”Nagito!?” Hajime’s concerned voice called out. “Nagito, are you okay!?”
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Of course, the white haired male couldn’t answer his friend, considering the fact that he was currently struggling for air on the floor, and he wouldn’t be surprised his face was blue at this point.
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”Nagito, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m coming in!” Hajime yelled.
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The door than swung open, and the slightly shorter male than ran towards his friend, and kneeled down beside him, making calming hand gestures.
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“Ko, hey... What happened?” Hajime asked, running a hand through his friend’s snow coloured hair.
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”I-I- N-night...mare..” Nagito rasped out, still trying to catch his breath.
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The brown haired boy pulled him up into a sitting position against his chest.
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”Here, breathe with me, in for four.” Hajime instructed, starting to gently sway Nagito back and forth.
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The sickly boy had his arms around Hajime’s neck, almost hanging from him like a koala as he tried to breathe right. Hajime than started to softly rub his back, and eventually, Nagito calmed down, and escaped from his grasp.
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“You alright now, bud?” Hajime asked, feeling rather than seeing the other male nod.
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”nightmare, huh? Wanna talk about it?” The red and green eyed one inquired.
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”I-It was about-about... her...”
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Hajime didn’t need to ask who her was. He knew exactly who Nagito was talking about, and he even shuddered just thinking of her name.
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“Junko Enoshima.”
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He pulled Nagito close to him again, burying his nose in his hair.
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”It’s alright, Ko.. She’s dead, she’ll never hurt you, or anyone again, we’re all safe now.” Hajime consoled.
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he listened to the noises of Nagito relaxing against his body, probably on the verge of falling asleep. That was good, right? He was calming down after all.
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Hajime scooped him up into his arms, carefully carrying him back to his bed. When he sat Nagito down, however, the Lucky Student quickly gripped his arm, making it so he couldn’t move.
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”Wait!” Nagito exclaimed. “C-can you.. stay with me..? I’m still scared.. I-I know I-it’s p-pathetic..” he said this with a laugh, though it sounded more nervous and fake than genuine.
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”.... Scoot over than..” The shorter one directed. “O-okay..” Nagito answered.
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After a few minutes, the two young adults were lying in bed together, though they were both looking away from each other, which didn’t really make it at all comforting to the milky white skinned one.
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‘M-Maybe I could ask for.. another hug?” He considered, though he thought he would definitely regret it.
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”H-Hajime?” Well, never mind, he was asking anyway.
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”Huh? What?”
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”C-can you... hold me?”
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The spiky haired one tired to hide the surprised look in his eyes. “I...”
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God, Nagito wanted to slap himself. Why would he even think for a minute that Hajime would wanna act all babyish and childish with him, he was just being selfish.
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”I-I’m sor-!”
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that’s when a pair of arms wrapped around his small stomach, and gently laid him against his chest, all without a word as he rested his chin on Nagito’s head.
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”T-thank you s-so much... H-Hajime..”
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“It’s not a problem, Nagito. Now, c’mon, let’s get some sleep.”
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The cloud coloured haired boy found it hard to sleep at first, trying to find the best position not to hurt Hajime, however, he eventually grew too tired, and just fell right asleep on his chest, not knowing that the brown haired one had fallen asleep only a few seconds ago.
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“Goodnight..” They both whispered at the same time.