Chapter Text
"Hinata-kun, is there something wrong?"
The boy turned back to the owner of the soft voice, looking at him with a concerned face. "Ah, it's nothing, Nanami. I'm just thinking about some stuff lately." He answered, almost sheepishly.
While his friend isn't really convinced by his answer, she decides not to pry any further, walking away to join their other classmates. "Okay, if you say so."
Nanami thought it might have been a sensitive subject. He supposed it was a good thing.
After all, everything is wrong right now. As of now, everyone, including him, are in a virtual world. Of course, no one really knows about this except for him. And he would prefer if it sticks that way.
Everyone in the Class 77 were the dreaded Remnants of Despair. During their state as despairs, his friends were almost like twisted and perversed parodies of themselves.
But from what he's seen in his personal experience, Nanami might have been the worst of them. Being the despair's main strategist in raids as well as their general by the time of Junko Enoshima's death.
In other words, nothing like the kind girl he is with right now.
The boy clenched his fists as he remembered his encounter with Nanami in her despair state before this. He saw how she cruelly executed a despair mook for being 'incompetent', and by that, for letting Naegi and his group escape unscathed. The Nanami he knew would never be so furious when someone failed her; she would most likely forgive them, even if it was someone like Komaeda.
Just thinking of that made him remember the reason why he is here right now.
When this is all over, I won't let you and everyone else down again.
Hinata thought as he steed his resolve. Never again would he be the reserve course student who failed his friend.