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He'd tossed the idea over in his head before of course. Many times it passed through and had been considered, before he told himself that it wouldn't work or that it wasn't time to attempt to do something like that. This time was different, and he had made his decision.
Nagito Komaeda was going to kill himself.
He felt his feet reach the edge of the roof where he stood looking below. At this height, his symbols of hope looked as if they were tiny ants scattered across the ground.
He wanted to see their faces as he dropped to the ground, landing with a sickening thud. He wanted to hear the screams of his classmates before the world went black around him. He wanted to die for their sake.
Many would question the motives of someone like him, and although the answer to the question of why was simple enough, it escaped the average mind.
He did it simply in the name of hope.
It was a slightly windy day, causing his white hair to whip through the sky. He finally felt himself look down to the ground, where he was sure to meet his demise. It seemed so far below. He wondered how long it would take once his feet left the roof to reach it.
Something compelled him through all this fear. Perhaps it was the promise to no longer be a danger to those around him. Perhaps he really was as crazy as people said, but he finally took the leap, feeling himself suspended in the air, everything seemed to slow around him. Memories of childhood came flooding back to him.
Is this what it's like for your life to flash before your eyes?
After what seemed like forever, he finally began to drop a bit, but was lagging in movement. It was just like the movies where everything was in slow motion before speeding up again. He saw a girl from his class, Mikan Tsumiki, scream as she looked up at him. This caught the attention of everyone else, who had similar reactions, pointing up at him in horror and letting out shuddering gasps.
He let his eyes drift closed, wanting to end it beautifully, not in tears or with shock on his face. At any moment, he expected this to all be over.
But that didn't happen.
Instead, he felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around him as he ceased motion.
What?
He opened his eyes, looking up to the face of another boy, but this wasn't a normal boy.
He had wings. Angel wings.