revival | komahina

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"we're sorry ma'am, but your son has a case of frontotemporal dementia. there is no cure, and we can't really provide him with any treatment. we're terribly sorry."

if there was going to be a moment that the boy would recall on his death bed, it would be that one. the day he was diagnosed with the illness that was causing him to change. the day he realised that he would never live a normal life again.

those words echoed in his mind as he finished making his bed before walking over to the windows and pulling open the curtains. the sunlight leaked through and he stood there, admiring the scenery outside. this would be his last day of laying around in his bedroom doing absolutely nothing. tomorrow, he would be attending school once again for the first time in just over a year.

he wasn't too disheartened by it. he did enjoy attending hope's peak academy. he admired his classmates, and he had friends who were always there for him. but he'd barely spoken to any of them in a long time. besides, the boy had changed since he left. they probably wouldn't like the way he was now. they wouldn't enjoy the company of the person he'd become.

arrogant, low life scum. who would want to hang out with a person like that?

he shook his head and stepped away from the window, throwing himself onto his bed. he'd only been awake for half an hour and he already wanted to go back to sleep. there was nothing stopping him after all. however, a small amount of anxiety was keeping him from doing so.

the thought of interacting with his classmates after a year unnerved him. he was convinced that they'd most likely all forgotten about him. he didn't tell anybody about his sudden disappearance either. all he said was that his parents wanted him to be homeschooled instead. of course, that was a lie. he just couldn't bare to tell anybody the news that he was still struggling to accept himself. he didn't want them to know about his illness. it made daily life much more difficult and it made him too depressed to even get up in the morning and go to school. so about a couple of weeks after receiving his diagnosis, he just stopped turning up.

his friends noticed. they messaged him after a few days asking him why he was gone and when he would return. of course, nagito lied about everything. and his friends just believed him. and eventually, they stopped calling. they stopped messaging him. they stopped checking up on him to see how he was doing. they stopped caring.

why would they care in the first place? i'm worthless.

the boy suddenly heard a knock at the door and flinched a little at the sound.

"come in." he called out. after a couple of seconds the boy's mother entered the room, carrying a tray of food and a glass of water with her. she made her way over to nagito who was sat on his bed, and passed the items to him. he took them hesitantly, placing the tray on the bed and the glass on the bedside drawer.

"don't look so nervous. i just made you lunch, that's all." his mother reassured him cheerily.

"lunch? but, it's the morning." her smile disappeared as he looked at her son with sadness in her eyes.

"it's nearly 2pm." the boy didn't think much of it. he didn't really have a grasp on time or reality anymore.

"you need to get more sleep. you have bags under your eyes." the woman commented. nagito chuckled, staring down at the mattress he was sat on.

"more sleep? all i do every day is sleep. if anything, i need to sleep less." his mother sighed.

"clearly." there was a small silence before his mother spoke up again.

"excited to go back?" nagito stayed silent, not really knowing what to say.

"or are you nervous?" again, he didn't say anything. he just stared down at the floor as his mother desperately tried to have a conversation with her son. she sighed and sat down next to him, looking at his face to try and see what he was feeling. but she couldn't tell. the boy's face lacked any sort of emotion.

"it's okay to be scared. it's understandable too. you haven't seen your classmates or your teacher in a very long time, so it's going to be nerve wracking. but i'm confident that you'll be okay. i'm sure they've all missed you very much." the boy let out another small chuckle, laughing at his mother's comment.

"i'm going to enter the room and they'll all look at me as if some stranger just walked in. that's what i am to them now."

"what? you don't know that at all, i'm sure they all still see you as their friend. i know for a fact you're going to walk in that classroom and they'll be telling you how much they missed you right away. i have no doubts about it." nagito didn't say anything. he'd zoned out by now and was in his own little world.

"nagito, are you even listening to me?" he didn't respond. his silence was as good as at answer he could have given. his mother sighed and stood up, walking towards the bedroom door.

"try not to worry too much, okay?" she knew she wouldn't get a response so she just left the room, shutting the door behind her. as soon as she was gone, the boy who was sat on the bed let out a laugh. he laughed like someone had just told him the most hilarious joke in existence. if his walls could talk, they'd tell many stories like this.

"they're all going to hate me." he muttered as he let out another laugh, not even caring if he alerted his mother. she could hear him, of course. but she didn't dare intrude. this wasn't the first time it had happened after all. when he was like this, it was best to leave him alone. nothing could help him.

nothing at all.

a/n: OOOOOOO THE EDGEEEEEE