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When looked down at Hajime, he was already deep asleep. He looked way more relaxed and well rested already, was it really just because he fell asleep in his hands? Was Nagito really the reason someone as great and amazing as Hajime was happy and calm? Nagito knew he was a no one, a talentless idiot leading the others into achieving great hope, he was just a stepping stone to be tossed to the side when used up. His life had barely any meaning, so what was Hajime doing cuddled up in his arms?
But even with all these self-deprecating thoughts he was having, he couldn't help but think about how adorable Hajime was in his arms, finally resting like he deserved after a clearly restless night. Hajimes face was unusually pale, his underbags showing clearly from the anxiety and lack of sleep from last night, a faint blush dusting his cheeks and nose even as he slept, he was also sweating a lot, but Nagito didn't care.
He was obviously sick, but that didn't make him any less adorable and admirable to Nagito. He lifted one hand up to Hajimes messy hair, running his fingers through it, careful not to wake him up.
"Sleep well, you deserve it." Nagito mumbled almost involuntarily, kissing the top of his head as he decided to take a short nap after almost an hour of just lying there and thinking. He also couldn't sleep, he was never much of a sleeper anyways. But last night he couldn't sleep well because his thoughts kept going back to what Hajime said the night before, but he wasn't going to think much of it now.
The two of them stayed there for a few hours, with Hajime sleeping tightly in Nagitos arm, both of them under the covers comfortably, both having the sleep they so desperately needed. If someone was to walk in on them, they'd surely mistake them for a couple, and someone was bound to walk in sooner or later.
A the two of them slept, there was a soft knock at the door, before the handle was turned, the person on the other side of the door clearly being cautious. As the door opened, Mikan peeked her head through, needing Nagitos help with something, and where else would he be other than next to Hajime, he always was. But she didn't think they'd be... this close...
The sight in front of Mikan was very much a surprise, but not completely unexpected. She panicked at the sight, closing the door as quietly as possible not to wake them up. But as she left, Hajime slowly woke up at the sound of the door closing, rubbing his eyes and groaning quietly to himself as he looked up to see Nagito asleep.
He could stare at him forever, and he'd still be the happiest person ever. With just the two of them there, Nagito was his and only his... They didn't need the others, didn't need Mikan or Fuyuhiko to help him out, Nagito was perfect for the job. As long as he stayed by his side he didn't need anything nor anyone else.
The longer he stared at Nagito with swirling eyes, the less he could hold himself back, he wanted more- no, he needed more. More of his touch, his teasing, yet reassuring words, his lips...
He has officially completely lost it, all the little rationality he had left completely flew out the window, and before he knew it, he was leaving little pecks and hickeys over his collarbone and neck, wherever he could reach. He knew that would wake him up, but he didn't care, he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. And as he predicted it, Nagito slowly started waking up, already squirming from Hajime. When he realized what was happening, he spoke up, his voice still raspy from sleep.
"Hajime...?"
But Hajime, hearing his name only became more ecstatic, bitting down harder on his neck, making Nagito yelp out.
"Hey, thats hurts!"
Hajime slid his tongue gently over the bite mark, hoping to soothe the pain down. With a peck, he lifted his head so that their faces were, again, inches apart. "Im sorry Nagito, i-i just couldn't help it... i couldn't stop myself, i just... had to." There was a moment of silence, neither of them spoke, Hajime looked like he was searching for the right words.
"I... i love you, so much. I love you more than anyone Nagito, please don't be mad, I'll do anything, please."
Nagito was really surprised by how desperate Hajime was, it really caught him off guard. It made his heart pound in his chest even more than before, but it also felt a pit in his stomach forming. He shouldn't like this, he shouldn't be using him like this while he was clearly sick. It was wrong, plus, he was the last person on this island that deserved any kind of attention, especially this much, and from such an amazing person as Hajime... it was morally wrong to enjoy or continue doing this.
As Nagito was about to change the topic of the conversation, the door was opened aggressively and they both turned their heads to check who it was. By the doorstep stood Fuyuhiko, seeming agitated.
"Hey, Nagito! Get out of bed and help around. Me and Mikan are doing all the work."
Hajime glanced at Nagito as Fuyuhiko asked him to leave, he was telling his Nagito what to do, telling him to leave his side. He was... mad, annoyed. Who was he to tell Nagito where to go and what to do? But as he felt him starting to get up, listening to Fuyuhiko without a second thought, he couldn't let that happen. He grabbed Nagitos arm, looking at him with concern and panic, a pout playing on his lips, he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.
"Hey, what are you doing?"