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Today was a fairly normal day. I went to the same shitty school I've always have, and dealt with the same shitty people. Honestly I didn't think it was going to change, until the day I coincidentally took a walk in the woods after school.
My name is Nagito Komeada and I didn't expect to see a boy in the woods that day, but it's probably the luckiest thing to ever happen to me. It turns out it was probably the most dangerous thing too.
I just left school, I waved to my pretty much only friend Chiaki Nanimi goodbye and sighed as I walked to my apartment. Honestly I didn't want to go back. The place always reminded me of just how lonely I really am. That's honestly how I ended up in the woods.
I stayed in the woods until late in the evening, of course I thought I would have to go back to my apartment early because of the rain, but I was lucky enough to bring my umbrella.
I spent the afternoon just thinking and writing in my journal until almost 6:00. I was about to go home when I heard a rustling and a heavy breath.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" I yelled out into the woods.
I grabbed my umbrella and put my books away trying to find the source of the rustle.
That's when a boy in terrible condition ran out into the clearing. I dropped the umbrella and my bag as I ran to his aid. I slid through the mud just barley catching him as I got mud all over my knees.
"Please...Help." The boy said before passing out into my arms.
Who was this guy? He had short brown hair with an ahoge sticking out of it. He seemed to be wearing some kind of stripped hospital gown. He was bleeding from his head and his stomach and he wasn't wearing any shoes. This guys must have been desperate to get away from someone or something. What was he running from?
Thinking of what to do I quickly decided I needed to get him out of here, and fast. Whatever was chasing him should probably come here soon.
I grabbed my things before picking up the boy and running out of the woods and into my apartment.
I quickly dialed up Chiaki after laying the boy on my couch.
"Nagito? Why are you calling so late? I need my beauty sleep." I herd that familiar yawn from through the phone.
"You get your beauty sleep every day in class. There is no time for this Chiaki! I need you to come here quick! Bring Mikan!"
"Mikan? This seems serious. Nagito-" I hung up before she could say any more.
I quickly ran over to the boy and started to take care of him until they came over.
"Hugh? Where am I?" The boy said meekly while trying to get up.
"Woah Woah Woah. I don't suggest you get up. You're in terrible condition."
"Who are you?" The boy asked.
"My name is Komeada Nagito. I was the one who found you in the woods. Seeing how terrible you looked, I took you here to my apartent." I answered.
"-Thank you. I'm... I'm uh... I think my name is Hajime Hinata. No one really calls me that though."
"It's no problem. What do they call you if not by your name?"
The boy said nothing.
"I'll call you Hajime then," I smiled.
Hajime smiled back at me.
"Also don't worry about those wounds. Help is on the way."
That's when he started hyperventilating.
"it's- It's not the police is it? I can't go back! There in on it!"
"Woah Woah, calm down. It's not the police. It's a couple of my friends from Hope's Peak. The Ultimate Gamer and Nurse."
"Hope's Peak?"
"Yep! It's a pretty prestigious school for ultimate and smart kids. I got in pretty much based on luck."
"...hugh." Hajime simply out.
Then the doorbell rang. I was going to answer it, but something clung to my arm.
"Don't leave!" Hajime said looking pretty terrified.
"It's okay Hajime. I need to get the door. It shouldn't be long if it's just my friends." I said to him.
He loosened up after that. It was just enough for me to wiggle out and get to the door.
"Nagito! I got Mikan! What the heck is going on?!" Chiaki huffed.
The girls were drenched and look like they left in a hurry. I quickly looked around the outside and hurried them in.
"He's in the living room." I say.
"He? What's going on?" Chiaki asked, "You hung up before you told me."
"I know his name is Hajime, and I found him while hanging out in the woods. I think he needs immediate medical attention. That's why I told you to bring Mikan." I explained to the two as they dried off and rushed over to the living area.
"Shouldn't we call the police?" Mikan asked.
"He doesn't seem to trust them." I said.
I walked over to the couch.
"Hey Hajime," He looked at me and grabbed my hand again, "Help is here."
He looked over at them as Mikan freaked out over his wounds.
"Oh my! How did this happen?!" Mikan exclaimed.
The more she touched him the harder he tightened his grip on my hand.
"There are old wounds, new wounds! Bruises, needle marks, and even stitching on his head!" Mikan exclaimed, "The most insane thing is that there is a bullet hole in his chest. Someone shot him!"
"What? Seriously?" I say in somewhat surprise.
"Yeah. I'll have to do surgery right now if you want him to live," Mikan said while grabbing things out of her bag, "His head will be fine if I bandage it up and put some ointment on it."
That's when she looked down into her bag in shock.
"I forgot the numbing agent!" She started crying, "I'm so sorry!!!"
"No worries," Chiaki said, "He'll just have to bear through it."
"Nagito do you have a belt?" She turned to me.
"Yeah," I said, "It's in my bottom drawer,"
"Got it," she quickly ran into my room.
"Thanks to me, you'll have to feel the whole thing! I'm sorry Hajime!" She continued crying.
"There is no time for crying Mikan!" I say to her, "You still need to do the surgery and quick! Steady your eyes!"
She nodded and started to get her supplies ready.
Hajime stared at all of the tools with a horrified look on his face. His grip only tightened.
"It will be fine." I said to him in a calm voice.
At that moment Chiaki came back with the belt.
"Bite hard on this," She said putting it in Hajime's mouth.
He complied and Mikan started with the surgery.
That surgery as the worst moment of my life. His muffled screams and terrified looks are going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
His grip made my hand turn blue and every moment I watched was torture.
Chiaki was helping Mikan, and I was pretty much Hajime's emotional support.
Mikan as quick as she pulled the bullet out and sewed up the wound.
Chiaki put the bullet in a sandwich bag, and Mikan fixed up Hajime's head.
"There we go. He should get some rest and a proper meal next," Mikan suggested.
I nodded and sat with him until he fell asleep. When he did, me and the girls investigated.
I slipped out of Hajime's grip and walked over to the kitchen where we cleaned off the bullet.
"It seems to have come from a normal hand gun," Chiaki said inspecting it, "Maybe 15 millimeter?"
She handed the bullet over to me, "Hey what's this?"
I quickly got out a magnifying glass that was placed in one of the kitchen drawers.
I placed the glass over the back of the bullet.
"Isn't that-" Mikan whispered.
"Our schools crest."