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𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⋆ 𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓢𝓲𝔁 (𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝔀𝓸)

I was putting off writing this chapter because I was lazy tbh, and I didn't think my writing was good.

but then I saw people liking (liking? Bruh I mean voting) and commenting so I have to update it now cause ik what it's like waiting in anticipation for the next chapter :)

⚠ TW ⚠ : MOLESTATION

✮Continued✮
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Oh no I think I like makoto.

Knowing I'd fallen for someone as average as makoto I scrunched my face up in disgust.

He was very average, so why him? The way his ahodge sways always entices me. His obliviousness and innocence seem funny and cute to me.. I get a warm feeling from his touch, and my god his smile lights up my whole world.

So, I, the byakuya togami have fallen for a commoner. I never thought I was capable of even possessing these feelings. Yet, this commoner has so many attributes to him that I love.

The question is, what do I do about it now? It doesn't help that makoto and Komaeda are doing god knows what in that damned closet.

Makoto (bonus pov!)

Processing that I am in a closet with Nagito, I backed up into a corner, wanting to dissappear. Nagito is okay, he just acts weird around me. I like byakuya, I have a huge crush on him. Its obvious that someone as great as byakuya would never like me.

Damn Nagito is rubbing off on me

I know lots of people who are into guys but byakuya is probably not one of them. There may be a very tiny possibility that he likes me but that is highly HIGHLY highly unlikely.

So I wanted him to go into the closet with me.. But this isn't some type of love story a girl has written on Wattpad no. This is reality.

"I see you're trying to shrink into that corner, I'm sorry you had to be in here with trash like me." the way he described himself just didn't sit well with me, no one is trash.. Sure Nagito is.. Special and different and yes, he is weird. That doesn't matter though, he is a human and every good human deserves the most basic thing; respect.

"This probably won't change how you view yourself.. But I want to try anyway! I don't think you're trash, even if you think you're trash, even if other people think you're trash. You don't need to worry about them because I'm here and I don't think you're trash-actually I know you aren't trash, yes you view things a little differently than others but that's uhm.. unique! What I'm trying to say is.. Have a little more faith in yourself." I finish my short monologue and let out a small sigh at the end, it took a lot of oxygen to say all that so I regained my breath slowly.

"haaa, What did I do to deserve all this hope? ahaha I can feel it coursing through my veins, seeping into my mind and screaming at me that I'm not trash.. Makoto you are hope." he started to ramble about things that didn't make sense to me, while he gripped is forearms and drooled. I shrug this off as Nagito being Nagito.

What I didn't expect next was this, Nagito had closed the gap in between us, he now had his left hand pressed up against the wall behind me. I feel one of his legs, that was almost as long as byakuyas, slither between mine.
I froze, I was absolutely dumbfounded.

What do I do? What's happening?

I just stood there, shocked. He looked down at me as his eyes spiraled and his mouth widened into a smirk, "How do you do it? How do you get that hope! I envy you for it!" he whisper shouted, as the other people were just outside. "What do you m-mean?" I stutter, being this close to him I was nervous and scared. What is he going to do?

"Your hope feels so delightful! Give me more.. Haha ha.. We are in this closet so it's best if we play the game." Nagito murmers in his raspy voice as I feel his index finger belonging to his right hand, scrape across my cheek

Why is it sticky?

"Wh-what? Oh no, it's its fine.." I manage to stumble something that represents a sentence out. All I could do was stand there awkwardly, blushing while his hand gripped at my waist. "Hope is awesome. " he pants into my ear. The nauseating smell of alcohol reeked off him, making my head spin due to the sudden rush of feelings I'd never felt before.

Regaining movement in my body, and in the process snapping out of my daze I easily wiggle away from his soft grip. "I.. It's ok-okay we don't ha-have to." my nervousness was still evident in my voice. I stood two steps away from Nagito, he straightened himself and took a step towards me, with those same eyes that made me feel scared.

We heard bangs on the door I identify these as knocks

"3 minutes left!" Sayaka says, in a condensing tone which made me confused, what's happening out there?
As I get whipped away in my own thoughts Nagito takes a second step towards me. "What are yo-" Before I could protest or move away his hands hook around my waist as he slides me to his chest, his grip heavier than before. One of his hands lowers from its hold around my waist, and grabs at my ass.

I push against his chest, as I felt more heat rising to my cheeks, it felt good but I didn't want it. In my struggle for freedom I look up at him to fuel my protests.

But he swiftly leans down and captures my lips with his, I froze yet again the freedom fight had diminished.

He forced his tounge into my mouth, tasting something hot and gross emit from his mouth I cringe, then realize it's the alcohol. Although I am hating every second of this I kiss back. His grip on my rear tightens to the point of it hurting. A groan escaped my lips, and gets swallowed up by the kiss.
"mmff!" it doesn't feel good, it hurts and his grip is just tightening.

Finally, he hesitantly let's me go. I gasped for breath, and heavily panted. Without looking at him I rush back into my corner. Once I mustered up the courage to look at him, I meekly peer up. There he was. staring at me with red lips, his signiture smirk tugging at his mouth. That was my first kiss?

My lips were pulsating and swollen too, I tasted the lingering alcohol and felt like throwing up. I won't to get out of this closet I hate it here.

"Now that you hate me, I'm trash, aren't I? Also, we only have 30 seconds left in here, so you should stop panicking and look normal." I was scared, and panicking so he got that right, I sigh fumbling with my fingers. "I-I don't hate you.. I can't hate you, I know you aren't trash. That was just.. I didn't like that." I state the obvious, trying to talk properly and sort out my thoughts. But I can't I just feel sick.

Finally the doors that confined us swung open, letting light into the closet. Byakuya didn't look happy, suddenly guilt sets in that I dragged him along, to here.

The byakuya togami as he calls himself, shouldn't be at a party full of drunk teenagers. The guilt I felt, mixed with the sickening feeling I had just acquired exhausted me.

"Makoto? Are you going to get out?"

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✮To be Continued✮

Word count: 1364

Wheeee that was a rollar coaster ride to write, I'm trying to match Nagitos personality.. It's a little hard.

Makoto is easy tho he's such a cute bean. Byakuya is that one rich kid in your class that feels superior to everybody.

Anyway I will have to make a part 3 of this, huh? Aight.

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