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This 'disease' has gotten out of control. The affected people are worsening, especially Nagito. Mikan has...nearly suffocated me, and with the others staying away, it left Mikan, myself and Fuyuhiko here. And it can get somewhat boring.
"Hey um, Ha-Hajime." Mikan came into the reception where I was.
"Yeah Mikan?"
"Na-Nagito is asking to see you."
"He is?" I was confused for a second, but Mikan cleared it up.
"Well, he was saying- he asked if you were here. I said yes and- and he said for you to leave, so with his liars disease-"
"You assumed the opposite." I cut her off. I knew what she was going to say anyway. So I just walked past her toward his room. "Don't worry, I won't be too long." I said as I passed. She nodded and followed me quickly, opening his door, and leaving after I walked in.
"Awww why are you here? I asked if you could leave." Nagito's voice filled the room. I shrugged off his behavior, and walked closer
"I wasn't even bothering you. And I know that's a lie." He tilted his head for a second, and I sat down on his bed.
"Get off."
Another lie. I'm glad that Nagito isn't like this all the time, I don't think we would even be dating if he was like that all the time, it would be unbearable. (I'm sorry this is Kokichi slander)
I didn't realise that I was sitting there silently, running off with my thoughts. I only realised it when Nagito poked me.
"Are you actually going to say something? Or are you going to be silent. It's better when you're silent." As I snap back to reality I turn my head to him, and take his hand. I guess a good part of this is the disease doesn't really affect what he does physically, so he can't smack my hand away or anything.
His face tells me everything he can't say with words. He looked like he was happy, so we just stayed silent a little longer, as our hands remain interlocked. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't say a word.
Thing is, it's hard to talk to someone who can only lie, and it was even worse because it was Nagito.
"So how are you feeling?"
"Oh I feel great!" I could hear the slight sarcastic tone in his voice, but decided to ignore it.
"Okay then, well if it's like that then I guess it's not good." I should probably consult Mikan about that later. I just didn't know what to say to him. He'd probably lie again.
"Can I say something?" Nagito asked.
"Go ahead."
Nagito went silent.
"I walked right into that one didn't I?" I then said. Of course he was gonna stay silent. I then stood and put a hand on his forehead. He grabbed my wrist but didn't do much else. "You're really burning up aren't you?"
"As I said, I'm fine. Now can you leave?" He says. I shake my head, then remove my hand from his forehead, only to immediately hold his chin up. He still holds my wrist, but his grip has loosened, like his hand could drop off of my wrist any second.
"And you're even redder than yesterday." This isn't good. I'm seriously worried for him. It seems like everyday he gets worse and worse and worse.
"You aren't pretty you know that? I don't know why anybody is actually friends with you."
"I-" Well, one of the worst part of this is undoubtedly how rude this has made him.
"And why are you touching me? Please get off me." He looks visibly annoyed.
"Please, before I actually leave, stay quiet for a bit?" Kind of rude I know, but if I had to put up with any more lies I might just suffocate myself in a pillow. "I still love you though, you know that." I then kiss his forehead and remove my hand from his chin.
"I....you....." his consciousness must be fading again. That's another bad thing. Mikan then enters the room holding a clipboard.
"Ha-hajime....how is Nagito d-doing?" She asks looking at the now unconscious Nagito.
"Not good. He's even redder than yesterday, and his lies are only making him seem more rude." I explain. I look back at him to see his hand finally let go of my wrist and brush past my hand.
"I hope- I hope he gets better..." she trailed off. "It's kind of l-late. Maybe you...should go? Fuyuhiko left a-already. But please don't hate me because I told you to leave!"
I shake my head. "I don't hate you Mikan, and I'm getting pretty tired anyway." I say. As I leave I take one last look at him to see a smile. It's like he really liked spending time with me today despite what he said.
While walking toward my cottage I let myself get caught up in my thoughts again and that led me to walk even slower than usual. I'm very worried. About everyone, not just Nagito. It's just....how can I not be worried. The despair disease is really hurting them, and not only that my boyfriend has this. Akane and Ibuki too, although they seem more stable.
In the end, I get back to my cottage even later than usual. I miss how Nagito would come to me at ungodly hours in the morning because of nightmares. I miss the feeling of having someone with me and I especially miss feeling someone else's warmth. It calms me down. And coming from Nagito it makes it all ten times better.
I do end up falling asleep although it was a bit later than usual.
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I didn't expect to get suffocated by Mikan again but here we are. She came to tell me about Nagito's condition, which isn't getting better. But hey, he was awake again.
When I arrive he looks even worse than yesterday. His hair was even messier than usual, and he looked even sweatier. It terrifies me, it actually looks like Nagito is going to die. I've gotta have hope however, he's going to live, I know it. Otherwise if I didn't have hope Nagito would rant about it again.
Mikan leaves me with him again, and the first thing I do is cuddle him. Gently of course, he is very weak in this state.
"Get off of me jackass!" He says. I ignore the lie and continue to cuddle him for a few seconds more.
"Sorry for the sudden affection. I'm just really concerned for you! You look like you're about to die and I don't want that to happen." I end up ranting. He listens the entire time surprisingly and when I finish he just stares at me.
Then he laughs. "Hajime, do you really think I care? I don't, not even in the slightest."
Even though that was a lie I was still hurt a little by it. "So what are you gonna do today? Bore me with stories or give me too much attention?" He continues
"I....I don't know." I just hope he can recover. "I think I might have to spend time elsewhere, you're gonna pass out again any minute." I take his hand, then take something out of my pocket and placed them in his hands.
It was a handful of daises. Not really much to say the least, but what else could I really do.
"I know it's not much but these remind me of you. When you get better I'll get you something even better."
He doesn't reply, but stares at them intensely before putting them on the table. He falls asleep again and I leave to I don't even know what.
And that was the last time I saw Nagito in that state.
And I mean that positively, he was miraculously cured by monokuma. Worst part was that two people died. Ibuki and Hiyoko.
—timeskip to after chapter 3–
I clung to my pillow unable to sleep again. Mikan was the killer, and that whole thing with despair really got at me today. Not to mention how rude Nagito was toward her. She's human too despite what she's done.
Suddenly I hear a knock at my door. It's around two in the morning, so I know exactly who it's going to be.
"Hi Hajime."
"Hey Nagito."
He comes in with his hands behind his back almost like he's carrying something. I try to look but he just hides whatever he's holding even more.
"Not until we settle down." He tells me. I sit back down on my bed and cross my legs, waiting for him to reveal what he had. "Okay now close your eyes." I do as he says, then I feel something being placed on my head.
"Can I open my eyes now?" I ask.
"Oh my you're impatient, but yes you may."
I open my eyes and Nagito holds a mirror up to me. He had put a flower crown on me and it was made of daises.
"Ever since you gave me them I kept them close to me. I wish I could of said this before but I loved them." Nagito says as he hugs me. "Thanks for being there with me." He whispers.
"No problem. And the flower crown looks really pretty." I reply
"You think so? I made it myself, I thought it was garbage."
"Of course." I gently kiss him on the lips. "It's just like you. Beautiful and delicate."
"I...."
And no more words were exchanged.