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There he was.
Nagito Komaeda
The boy Izuru knew as one who strived for Hope. Who was absolutely disgusted when faced with Despair.
Something Izuru knew too well.
His neutral face stared at Nagito’s unconscious, deformed body. How dare they do this to him.
Izuru could feel the overwhelming anger, horror, and sadness that Hajime was feeling before he took over. But those were just useless emotions. Useless.
The boy’s breathing was labored and shallow.
He let out a deep sigh. It was time.
Izuru’s obsidian hair swirled around him as he leaned down towards the unconscious boy. He placed a soft, lingering kiss on Nagito’s lips. They were still so warm; but not for long.
Hands wrapped around a sickeningly thin neck.
Snap
He watched as the last breathe left Nagito’s body.
Goodbye, my darling. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
Bonus:
He walked away from Nagito’s body.
He had too, he couldn’t bear to look at it any longer.
Something burned in his pocket.
Izuru reached into it and pulled out a box. A black ring glared up at him when he opened it.
The sensation of utter heartbrokenness hit him relentlessly. It made him want to fall to his knees and sob.
Shut up, Hajime. It’s too late now.
With no second thought, he picked the ring from the box and tossed it into the river.
And that was it.