Komahina one shots

🎶🥀-loving you is a losing game

H E R E H A V E M O R E  A N G S T.

And in songfic form too I apologise if it isn't the best
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Nagito POV

A body has been discovered! Now, after a certain amount of time, the class trial will begin!

No, this can't be happening. He can't be, Hajime can't be dead! I guess it's just my luck. How is hope supposed to prevail when the one who helps us reach a conclusion is dead? Stabbed multiple times in the chest, a normal way to go, yet it pushes me to the brink of despair, a feeling I hate.

A broken heart is all that's left
I'm still fixing all the cracks.

"Hajime. That name is beautiful!"

"You think so? It's just a name."

Just a name. It's more gorgeous than mine. More gorgeous than me. I'm just Nagito, It seems weird to say it, but Hajime, It runs right off the tongue, it's fun to say, and suits someone like you.

"What happens when we leave? Will I even still be yours? A useless person like me probably won't be."

"Of course you'll still be mine Nagito. When we get out, we will always be together."

Lost a couple of pieces when

Always be together

That's a lie.

I carried it, carried it, carried it home

You always helped me, helped us. Without you, we would be gone.

"Nagito? Can you help us investigate."

"In a second Chiaki."

I slipped your tie into my pocket. It isn't important to the investigation anyway. I need something to remind me. Something that gives me hope, that maybe let's my luck get better.

I'm afraid of all I am

They all think I'm crazy.

My mind is like a foreign land

But you saw beyond my exterior, and behind my mindset I kept showing.

You saw me

Silence ringing inside my head

Time for a class trial. I haven't investigated much. Only a little, with Chiaki helping me out. She knows the pain I've gone through.

"Hey Nagito! Why are you acting so weird?"

Because he is gone Kazuichi. Hajime is gone.

Please carry me, carry me, carry me home

Oh I wish that even though you were a reserve course student, you'd be alive, maybe even an ultimate. A foolish wish from a fool like me. I have a sucky talent anyway.

What would your talent be? I asked myself that a few times. I thought you would surpass me, and while not really in talent, you surpassed me in everything else.

I spent all of the love I saved, we were always a losing game

I remember hating finding out you were a talentless reserve course student, so that was how I acted.

Small town boy in a big arcade. I got addicted to a losing game

I hated the talentless but you were an obvious exception. You had so much admiration for hopes peak.