comfort - komahina

prologue

[TW: mentions of s//cide and s/h]

2:14 am

hajime sighed. he had too much going on at his part time jobs, and now he had to finish all this homework he forgot about. i guess it does suck, having two jobs at the age of 17 in your senior year. with a lot of school stuff going on.

he leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk. too sleepy. i'll just check my phone notifications and sleep. he thought.

just then, his phone started vibrating violently. "chiaki or kazuichi. one of the two." hajime mumbled. picking up his phone, he noticed an incoming call from an unknown number. interesting.

he clicked on the answer, not expecting the first sentence to send a chill down his spine.

"is this the suicide hotline?"

oh. god.

he doesn't know how to respond to that already.

"i'm in a really dark place right now and i'd really appreciate some guidance from someone. i do sincerely apologize if i have the wrong number though." you could sense the person smiling on the other line, somehow.

don't panic, don't panic. he thought.

the caller's voice was a males, that's for sure. it just sounds very vulnerable. like the guy could easily shatter if he said the wrong thing.

and so, hajime panicked.

"This is the suicide hotline, what is the issue, sir?"

shit!! what am i getting myself into?? i don't know how to help this person!

"oh, great. and..." he took a pause. "i've just..been very lonely. everytime i go to school they glare at me. some will even try to hit me when the staff is away." they spoke.

how do people trust others so easily with this information?? is it that easy to just tell someone you dont know about your life??

hajime gave up trying to understand.

"i think i called you because i just really needed someone to talk to. someone who would listen." he almost heard the voice start cracking. how upsetting. do people really have to put up with that.

hajime thought he was uncomfortable already, until he heard the voice again.

"i tried jumping off my roof yesterday, fell in a bush with no injuries. my luck cycle must hate me. i've been steering away from cutting myself, though. i just can't seem to stop the habit of digging my nails into my skin until im bleeding."

pause. neither knew what to say.

"oh! im so sorry, i've been talking to myself...you don't have to respond to what i'm saying, it's probably really boring compared to what you've heard over there."

this was far from boring for hajime hinata.

"oh, shit.."

"hm?"

"i..i don't know what to say."

the person did not respond.

"i...lied. i'm not the number for the suicide hotline." a pang of guilt hit him. "i'm...a boring kid in highschool who had nothing better to do at 2:30 in the morning."

"oh...i should be the one apologizing." laughter. "i'm the one who called the wrong number! i'm really sorry for causing such an inconvenience and disturbing your sleep."

"wait..."

"uh...is..something wrong?"

"didn't you say you needed a friend? i...i don't have many friends either. maybe we could...?"

"be friends? that...i don't want you to regret anything though! i don't want you to pity me.."

"i'm not pitying you. you seem cool, and hey, i'm sure we can find comfort in eachother if we both became friends. what's your name?"

"i..." he started.

"i'm nagito komaeda. it's...nice to meet you."

"hajime hinata. nice to meet you too."

how odd. starting a friendship like this.

a/n - yuh thank u for reading the prologue ,,, i have no idea where im going with this story but ill try and post every few days