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“What an eventful day...”
Hajime sighed to himself.
“Well, at least I know my classmates, although I have a few…questions about their personalities, but a killing game?”. He thought to himself.
“On top of that, I can’t even remember my own talent! Seriously, I clearly remembered being in the entrance of Hope’s peak academy, even entering my class, and then…that’s it?!”.
He sighed again, quite through with his rough day, but still reminiscing about his introductions with the rest of his classmates.
“Seriously…Am I wrong for thinking I’m the only sane one here?!” He thought to himself again.
“Except maybe, Nagito, he seemed fine”.
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“Well, let’s hope so anyway”.
He laid down on his bed, stretching out the sheets as he covered himself.
“No point in thinking about it now, let’s just get some sleep.”
Slowly, he drifted off into a deep, deep sleep.
And then…
*GASP*
Hajime opened his eyes suddenly, finding himself standing in a completely empty space, a black environment permeating around him.
“W-What is this place..?” He surveyed his surroundings, yet finding little to investigate the environment around him.
He called out to see if anyone would answer him, “Hello, anyone there?! Where am I?!”.
Still, he got no response.
“Well, that was useless,” He sighed.
Then, he saw him.
Or rather, what looked to be him.
Clad in a suit, the man looked back at him through his extremely long and dark locks of hair. Red eyes with target radar signals in them.
It became painfully obvious to Hajime, that the person was an anomaly.
It was him, and yet it was not.
“How..Who are you..?” He called out to the man, yet he did not deem him a response.
Then, Hajime met his eyes.
And the world shifted.
“W-what..?! Ngh..!”
Memories of the past flooded his mind, memories he hadn’t remembered, and yet did so, at the same time.
He remembered himself, a talentless boy in the reserve department. A boy who had a talented friend of whom he wanted to stand together with, to be worthy of her friendship.
With that, he remembered the project.
The Izuru Kamukura project.
“You..You are..!”
Izuru Kamukura, the ultimate hope.
Then more memories hit him, and it hurt.
Oh how deep it scarred him, as he remembered being Izuru Kamukura.
‘I just wanted..to play games with you…a little longer..’
“No..No..! CHIAKI!” He called out.
Memories of his crimes, of his decision to join Junko Enoshima with her goal of breathing despair into the world, and his capabilities of easily completing her goal.
“Stop it..STOP IT!!”. Hajime cried out to the man, to himself.
He understood then, the man in front of him was truly himself, Izuru Kamukura.
Hinata Hajime is Izuru Kamukura.
Izuru Kamukura is Hinata Hajime.
He has regained his memories.
S̶̢̛̠͇͖̣̰̥̹͔͇̮͒̽́̌́̿͆́͝T̸̢̡̡̡͉̻͈̹͈̰͔̗̥̯̣̫̳̓̋͑̀͛̈́͛͂̉̏̏̚͘Ó̶̢͔͓͙̗̟͖̞͎̙̪̹̤̮̱͉͔̌̎̀̄̆̅͊̉̐͛̏͗̅̂̅P̸̡̝͇͓̤͎̥̻̫̠͕̐̇̔͐̈́̀̌͊̕͜͝ ̴̖̮̣͖̦͈̹̂͛̅̍̆̿̒̓̔͛̇̾́͘̚͘͠Ḯ̵̲̞̺̺̘̈̉̀̌́́̐́̌̀͒̈́̇͘ͅT̵͔̘̘͓̣͉̼̝̐̾͛̄̌̓̀̿̈́̿͂̚͠!̴̛̺̱͕̳̼̹̩͍͓̪͇̹̖͎̲̃̉̽́͒̓̏̒!̸͓͈̏̕̕͠!̸̡̡̢͓͚̦̟͉̙͔͖͔͐̓̏̃́̀
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“…How boring.”