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“For a first date, shouldn’t you be sitting in front of me?” Hajime questioned, noticing Nagito taking a seat right beside him.
“Ah, I apologize! How indecent of some trash like me to sit beside you without asking...” Nagito sighed, “I’ll move—”
“I— wait, no. You’re fine,” Hajime assured him, “You’re fine right here.”
Nagito blinked.
“Are you sure?” He tilted his head, “I’d hate to make you uncomfortable.”
Hajime shook his head, feeling himself start to sweat as he cracked a smile, his hands shaking as his heart picked up. He didn’t know why he was feeling like this. It was simply a first date with someone he’d known for so long. So, why was he anxious?
Maybe he should have asked Nagito to go sit in front of him. He’s flustered at the fact that their arms are brushing against each other's and their thighs occasionally touch. He can hardly do anything about it, though.
“W-Well... We could order, now, if you wanted,” Hajime stated.
“Ah, okay,” Nagito nodded, “Thank you for agreeing to this, by the way, Hajime. I’m so undeserving of t—”
“You’re not,” Hajime interrupted him, and god, if his face wasn’t completely flushed earlier, it was now, “You... You’re amazing, Nagito-kun. I think you’re... um,” Hajime averted his gaze away, “Really deserving of things. All of them.”
Nagito looked puzzled for a moment, before a slow smile etched onto his pale face.
“Thank you, Hajime. That means a lot. I mean it.”
Hajime only nodded, his gaze firmly on the menu he had just grabbed, heat rushing to his face.
When they’d finally figured out what they wanted, and ordered, it was an awkward silence for a little. Hajime was truly trying to collect himself as to not look like a fool on their first date, but the reality was that he was hardly composed.
How Nagito managed to be so calm and friendly with him, Hajime had no idea.
When their drinks had arrived, both waters, they took them, the two slowly sipping on them and trying to start up small talk.
Silence wasn't exactly the best way to spend your first date anyways, right?
Nagito hummed, about to ask Hajime something minor like his favorite color when his hand slipped, causing his glass of water to knock over and spill. Which, ultimately got on Hajime, practically soaking him.
“Oh—” Nagito paused, “I’m so sorry, that’s... that’s my fault. God, I’m such filth. I’ll go ask for a towel or something.”
What his luck— he ended up spilling ice water on Hajime on their first date. Which— was not ideal— seeing as Hajime had begun to shiver due to the sudden cold hitting his skin, and his clothes were entirely wet.
He was rambling, already convinced he’d managed to irritate Hajime when he felt a hand slowly grab his.
“Nagito, don't worry about it. Okay? It’s cool. You didn't mean to.”
The embarrassed, tinted with pink expression on Nagito’s face was something Hajime didn’t ever think he was going to forget.
“Ah! Um... I’ll... go get a towel, Hajime-kun,” He said apologetically with a small smile, giving Hajime’s hand a last gentle squeeze, as if relishing in the moment before pulling his hand away and standing up.
As Hajime watched Nagito scurry off and frantically ask the lady behind the counter if he could have a towel, he laughed. He could care less about his how his clothes were entirely soaked— about how the fabric clung to him like glue and how... cold, he actually was.
Nagito was sweet, he was considerate about him throughout it all and he made Hajime’s heart flutter continually at every little thing he did. His smile, the way he spoke, and the flustering comfort of his physical affection were all positive things about the date.
And with that, a grin found itself on Hajime’s face.
He would be damned if this was their last date.