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“He looks so comfortable, why would you move him?” He smiles a little, Izuru keeping a close eye on the background of any photos they flick through. “How long have had him?”

More photos reveal about half of them have the silhouette in them. One of the more disturbing had the figure in his closet. But again he seems too distracted by the cat to have noticed. “Maybe two years now? One of my friends helped me save him after an accident and that’s how I got him.” The last photo is of his Komaeda and the cat. He looks older, hair shorter but he looks happy. Kokichi hesitates at this photo before pocketing the phone. “I’m usually the one taking care of Toby, since techically he’s mine. He’s got me through some rough patches for sure.”

“Hey, hey, listen,” Hajime says, noticing the panic in Kokichi, “I know it’s terrifying but you have evidence, something to work off. If you show this people they’ll believe you, help you. It might even help to find this person.”

“Your family will want to help protect you. You shouldn’t be dealing with this along,” Hajime says, voice full of concern, “If it was me, I wouldn’t care about being at risk to keep my kid safe.” 

“He looks so comfortable, why would you move him?” He smiles a little, Izuru keeping a close eye on the background of any photos they flick through. “How long have had him?”

More photos reveal about half of them have the silhouette in them. One of the more disturbing had the figure in his closet. But again he seems too distracted by the cat to have noticed. “Maybe two years now? One of my friends helped me save him after an accident and that’s how I got him.” The last photo is of his Komaeda and the cat. He looks older, hair shorter but he looks happy. Kokichi hesitates at this photo before pocketing the phone. “I’m usually the one taking care of Toby, since techically he’s mine. He’s got me through some rough patches for sure.”

“Hey, hey, listen,” Hajime says, noticing the panic in Kokichi, “I know it’s terrifying but you have evidence, something to work off. If you show this people they’ll believe you, help you. It might even help to find this person.”

“He looks so comfortable, why would you move him?” He smiles a little, Izuru keeping a close eye on the background of any photos they flick through. “How long have had him?”

More photos reveal about half of them have the silhouette in them. One of the more disturbing had the figure in his closet. But again he seems too distracted by the cat to have noticed. “Maybe two years now? One of my friends helped me save him after an accident and that’s how I got him.” The last photo is of his Komaeda and the cat. He looks older, hair shorter but he looks happy. Kokichi hesitates at this photo before pocketing the phone. “I’m usually the one taking care of Toby, since techically he’s mine. He’s got me through some rough patches for sure.”

“He looks so comfortable, why would you move him?” He smiles a little, Izuru keeping a close eye on the background of any photos they flick through. “How long have had him?”

Hajime cocks his head slightly at the question, but a wide smile crosses his face. “Of course I know Nagito, I’m dating him.” His smile is slightly soppy as he thinks about his boyfriend. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” He nods a bit, reminded of how everytime he heads home in a hurry, fearful every time he leaves. “Just… Take care of each other. Even in the bad times. God especially the bad times.”

“A-Ah… Well uh…” He’s not sure exactly how to answer that, dragging his foot against the ground. “You could say that, yeah.” Is what he settles on, throwing in a small nod as well. “I’m just worried that I’ll come home from school and he’s just—” He cuts himself there, feeling like he said too much.

Hajime nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Just know that your Hajime is doing everything he can to take care of him, if he’s anything like me.” 

“Doesn’t always seem like it. I dunno, maybe it’s just me. But thanks for the reminder I guess.” The smaller male was greatful Hinata didn’t push him to continue on virtually anything concerning he’s likely said. Or called his lies too harshly. “Fuck this is probably as weird for you as it is for me.” He tries to sound playful as he speaks, giving a small laugh.

Hajime shrugs. “It’s pretty weird, but I’ve met other versions of myself before, as well as a child of a version of me, so it’s not quite as strange as it is the first time.” He laughs a little, “I’ve met another version of you, too, but you weren’t my kid.” 

“That’s a lot to take in, wow. I didn’t realize how deep this all is. My version of you actually has longer hair and uh—” He was about to mention the eyes, but thought it might be rude to point out so he steers his thought another way. “You seem a bit more down to earth, for lack of a better phrase. That and I can tell you actually call bullshit. Even if you aren’t saying it.”

“I imagine he would be different, if he’s a father. I’m only 24 after all,” Hajime shrugs, though he’s a little surprised by the longer hair. He’d always insisted on keeping it shorter. “I can call bullshit, but a lot of that is Izuru.” 

He gives a small giggle at that, lighting up his features. That’s how old his parents were when they adopted him, but he wasn’t going to point that out. Though he tilts his head at the mention of Izuru. “Izuru? Is that why… ?” He doesn’t verbalize the rest of the question, but he ends up pointing to his own left eye. “You don’t need to answer that. I just want to try and figure things out if that makes any sense.”

“No, I get it, all this alternate universe stuff gets confusing. And remember, I might not be the same as your Hajime, I’ve met other Hajime’s who are different, many different Nagito’s who are a bit different. But yeah, the heterochromia is because of Izuru.” He shrugs a little, he knows the eye thing startles some people, just as it used to startle him. 

“What is being a teenager not enough? You always try to look into something when there’s nothing there? Fffine. I might be a little slacking in my classes.” Not entirely false, but definitely not what Hinata wanted to hear. “Just hard to focus y'know?” Especially trying to shake the feeling of someone staring at you. “But yeah, just basic teenager bullshit with school and all that. ‘Sides, not like you’d believe me anyway.”

“With everything I’ve seen, there’s very little I wouldn’t believe, but I won’t push you if you don’t want to share. Just know I can help out. I’m… very talented.” Not exactly a lie, even if it was more Izuru than Hajime. He doesn’t say that by saying Hajime wouldn’t believe him, Kokichi was admitting to something more than he was saying. There was no sense in pushing someone who didn’t want to talk. 

“Like I said, there’s very little I wouldn’t believe.” He shrugs a little. He’s concerned about this kid, but they just met. “Um. I guess what kind of things you’re into?” 

A small hum leaves him before he puts a finger to his cheek. “Well, I’ve got this cat I take care of. His name is Toby. Real sweet boy most of the time. I’ve got pictures if you wanna see him. Aside from that, I paint my nails fairly often. Speaking of I need to fix this coat…”

“A cat, that’s cute. I have a dog called Mochi, she is really shy. I’d love to see pictures of Toby.” He smiles.

distract me pls

Hajime cocks his head slightly at the question, but a wide smile crosses his face. “Of course I know Nagito, I’m dating him.” His smile is slightly soppy as he thinks about his boyfriend. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” He nods a bit, reminded of how everytime he heads home in a hurry, fearful every time he leaves. “Just… Take care of each other. Even in the bad times. God especially the bad times.”

“A-Ah… Well uh…” He’s not sure exactly how to answer that, dragging his foot against the ground. “You could say that, yeah.” Is what he settles on, throwing in a small nod as well. “I’m just worried that I’ll come home from school and he’s just—” He cuts himself there, feeling like he said too much.

Hajime nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Just know that your Hajime is doing everything he can to take care of him, if he’s anything like me.” 

“Doesn’t always seem like it. I dunno, maybe it’s just me. But thanks for the reminder I guess.” The smaller male was greatful Hinata didn’t push him to continue on virtually anything concerning he’s likely said. Or called his lies too harshly. “Fuck this is probably as weird for you as it is for me.” He tries to sound playful as he speaks, giving a small laugh.

Hajime shrugs. “It’s pretty weird, but I’ve met other versions of myself before, as well as a child of a version of me, so it’s not quite as strange as it is the first time.” He laughs a little, “I’ve met another version of you, too, but you weren’t my kid.” 

“That’s a lot to take in, wow. I didn’t realize how deep this all is. My version of you actually has longer hair and uh—” He was about to mention the eyes, but thought it might be rude to point out so he steers his thought another way. “You seem a bit more down to earth, for lack of a better phrase. That and I can tell you actually call bullshit. Even if you aren’t saying it.”

“I imagine he would be different, if he’s a father. I’m only 24 after all,” Hajime shrugs, though he’s a little surprised by the longer hair. He’d always insisted on keeping it shorter. “I can call bullshit, but a lot of that is Izuru.” 

He gives a small giggle at that, lighting up his features. That’s how old his parents were when they adopted him, but he wasn’t going to point that out. Though he tilts his head at the mention of Izuru. “Izuru? Is that why… ?” He doesn’t verbalize the rest of the question, but he ends up pointing to his own left eye. “You don’t need to answer that. I just want to try and figure things out if that makes any sense.”

“No, I get it, all this alternate universe stuff gets confusing. And remember, I might not be the same as your Hajime, I’ve met other Hajime’s who are different, many different Nagito’s who are a bit different. But yeah, the heterochromia is because of Izuru.” He shrugs a little, he knows the eye thing startles some people, just as it used to startle him. 

“What is being a teenager not enough? You always try to look into something when there’s nothing there? Fffine. I might be a little slacking in my classes.” Not entirely false, but definitely not what Hinata wanted to hear. “Just hard to focus y'know?” Especially trying to shake the feeling of someone staring at you. “But yeah, just basic teenager bullshit with school and all that. ‘Sides, not like you’d believe me anyway.”

“With everything I’ve seen, there’s very little I wouldn’t believe, but I won’t push you if you don’t want to share. Just know I can help out. I’m… very talented.” Not exactly a lie, even if it was more Izuru than Hajime. He doesn’t say that by saying Hajime wouldn’t believe him, Kokichi was admitting to something more than he was saying. There was no sense in pushing someone who didn’t want to talk. 

“Like I said, there’s very little I wouldn’t believe.” He shrugs a little. He’s concerned about this kid, but they just met. “Um. I guess what kind of things you’re into?” 

A small hum leaves him before he puts a finger to his cheek. “Well, I’ve got this cat I take care of. His name is Toby. Real sweet boy most of the time. I’ve got pictures if you wanna see him. Aside from that, I paint my nails fairly often. Speaking of I need to fix this coat…”

“A cat, that’s cute. I have a dog called Mochi, she is really shy. I’d love to see pictures of Toby.” He smiles.

Hajime cocks his head slightly at the question, but a wide smile crosses his face. “Of course I know Nagito, I’m dating him.” His smile is slightly soppy as he thinks about his boyfriend. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” He nods a bit, reminded of how everytime he heads home in a hurry, fearful every time he leaves. “Just… Take care of each other. Even in the bad times. God especially the bad times.”

“A-Ah… Well uh…” He’s not sure exactly how to answer that, dragging his foot against the ground. “You could say that, yeah.” Is what he settles on, throwing in a small nod as well. “I’m just worried that I’ll come home from school and he’s just—” He cuts himself there, feeling like he said too much.

Hajime nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Just know that your Hajime is doing everything he can to take care of him, if he’s anything like me.” 

“Doesn’t always seem like it. I dunno, maybe it’s just me. But thanks for the reminder I guess.” The smaller male was greatful Hinata didn’t push him to continue on virtually anything concerning he’s likely said. Or called his lies too harshly. “Fuck this is probably as weird for you as it is for me.” He tries to sound playful as he speaks, giving a small laugh.

Hajime shrugs. “It’s pretty weird, but I’ve met other versions of myself before, as well as a child of a version of me, so it’s not quite as strange as it is the first time.” He laughs a little, “I’ve met another version of you, too, but you weren’t my kid.” 

“That’s a lot to take in, wow. I didn’t realize how deep this all is. My version of you actually has longer hair and uh—” He was about to mention the eyes, but thought it might be rude to point out so he steers his thought another way. “You seem a bit more down to earth, for lack of a better phrase. That and I can tell you actually call bullshit. Even if you aren’t saying it.”

“I imagine he would be different, if he’s a father. I’m only 24 after all,” Hajime shrugs, though he’s a little surprised by the longer hair. He’d always insisted on keeping it shorter. “I can call bullshit, but a lot of that is Izuru.” 

He gives a small giggle at that, lighting up his features. That’s how old his parents were when they adopted him, but he wasn’t going to point that out. Though he tilts his head at the mention of Izuru. “Izuru? Is that why… ?” He doesn’t verbalize the rest of the question, but he ends up pointing to his own left eye. “You don’t need to answer that. I just want to try and figure things out if that makes any sense.”

“No, I get it, all this alternate universe stuff gets confusing. And remember, I might not be the same as your Hajime, I’ve met other Hajime’s who are different, many different Nagito’s who are a bit different. But yeah, the heterochromia is because of Izuru.” He shrugs a little, he knows the eye thing startles some people, just as it used to startle him. 

“What is being a teenager not enough? You always try to look into something when there’s nothing there? Fffine. I might be a little slacking in my classes.” Not entirely false, but definitely not what Hinata wanted to hear. “Just hard to focus y'know?” Especially trying to shake the feeling of someone staring at you. “But yeah, just basic teenager bullshit with school and all that. ‘Sides, not like you’d believe me anyway.”

“With everything I’ve seen, there’s very little I wouldn’t believe, but I won’t push you if you don’t want to share. Just know I can help out. I’m… very talented.” Not exactly a lie, even if it was more Izuru than Hajime. He doesn’t say that by saying Hajime wouldn’t believe him, Kokichi was admitting to something more than he was saying. There was no sense in pushing someone who didn’t want to talk. 

“Like I said, there’s very little I wouldn’t believe.” He shrugs a little. He’s concerned about this kid, but they just met. “Um. I guess what kind of things you’re into?” 

Hajime cocks his head slightly at the question, but a wide smile crosses his face. “Of course I know Nagito, I’m dating him.” His smile is slightly soppy as he thinks about his boyfriend. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” He nods a bit, reminded of how everytime he heads home in a hurry, fearful every time he leaves. “Just… Take care of each other. Even in the bad times. God especially the bad times.”

“A-Ah… Well uh…” He’s not sure exactly how to answer that, dragging his foot against the ground. “You could say that, yeah.” Is what he settles on, throwing in a small nod as well. “I’m just worried that I’ll come home from school and he’s just—” He cuts himself there, feeling like he said too much.

Hajime nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Just know that your Hajime is doing everything he can to take care of him, if he’s anything like me.” 

“Doesn’t always seem like it. I dunno, maybe it’s just me. But thanks for the reminder I guess.” The smaller male was greatful Hinata didn’t push him to continue on virtually anything concerning he’s likely said. Or called his lies too harshly. “Fuck this is probably as weird for you as it is for me.” He tries to sound playful as he speaks, giving a small laugh.

Hajime shrugs. “It’s pretty weird, but I’ve met other versions of myself before, as well as a child of a version of me, so it’s not quite as strange as it is the first time.” He laughs a little, “I’ve met another version of you, too, but you weren’t my kid.” 

“That’s a lot to take in, wow. I didn’t realize how deep this all is. My version of you actually has longer hair and uh—” He was about to mention the eyes, but thought it might be rude to point out so he steers his thought another way. “You seem a bit more down to earth, for lack of a better phrase. That and I can tell you actually call bullshit. Even if you aren’t saying it.”

“I imagine he would be different, if he’s a father. I’m only 24 after all,” Hajime shrugs, though he’s a little surprised by the longer hair. He’d always insisted on keeping it shorter. “I can call bullshit, but a lot of that is Izuru.” 

He gives a small giggle at that, lighting up his features. That’s how old his parents were when they adopted him, but he wasn’t going to point that out. Though he tilts his head at the mention of Izuru. “Izuru? Is that why… ?” He doesn’t verbalize the rest of the question, but he ends up pointing to his own left eye. “You don’t need to answer that. I just want to try and figure things out if that makes any sense.”

“No, I get it, all this alternate universe stuff gets confusing. And remember, I might not be the same as your Hajime, I’ve met other Hajime’s who are different, many different Nagito’s who are a bit different. But yeah, the heterochromia is because of Izuru.” He shrugs a little, he knows the eye thing startles some people, just as it used to startle him. 

“What is being a teenager not enough? You always try to look into something when there’s nothing there? Fffine. I might be a little slacking in my classes.” Not entirely false, but definitely not what Hinata wanted to hear. “Just hard to focus y'know?” Especially trying to shake the feeling of someone staring at you. “But yeah, just basic teenager bullshit with school and all that. ‘Sides, not like you’d believe me anyway.”

“With everything I’ve seen, there’s very little I wouldn’t believe, but I won’t push you if you don’t want to share. Just know I can help out. I’m... very talented.” Not exactly a lie, even if it was more Izuru than Hajime. He doesn’t say that by saying Hajime wouldn’t believe him, Kokichi was admitting to something more than he was saying. There was no sense in pushing someone who didn’t want to talk. 

Hajime cocks his head slightly at the question, but a wide smile crosses his face. “Of course I know Nagito, I’m dating him.” His smile is slightly soppy as he thinks about his boyfriend. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” He nods a bit, reminded of how everytime he heads home in a hurry, fearful every time he leaves. “Just… Take care of each other. Even in the bad times. God especially the bad times.”

“A-Ah… Well uh…” He’s not sure exactly how to answer that, dragging his foot against the ground. “You could say that, yeah.” Is what he settles on, throwing in a small nod as well. “I’m just worried that I’ll come home from school and he’s just—” He cuts himself there, feeling like he said too much.

Hajime nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Just know that your Hajime is doing everything he can to take care of him, if he’s anything like me.” 

“Doesn’t always seem like it. I dunno, maybe it’s just me. But thanks for the reminder I guess.” The smaller male was greatful Hinata didn’t push him to continue on virtually anything concerning he’s likely said. Or called his lies too harshly. “Fuck this is probably as weird for you as it is for me.” He tries to sound playful as he speaks, giving a small laugh.

Hajime shrugs. “It’s pretty weird, but I’ve met other versions of myself before, as well as a child of a version of me, so it’s not quite as strange as it is the first time.” He laughs a little, “I’ve met another version of you, too, but you weren’t my kid.” 

“That’s a lot to take in, wow. I didn’t realize how deep this all is. My version of you actually has longer hair and uh—” He was about to mention the eyes, but thought it might be rude to point out so he steers his thought another way. “You seem a bit more down to earth, for lack of a better phrase. That and I can tell you actually call bullshit. Even if you aren’t saying it.”

“I imagine he would be different, if he’s a father. I’m only 24 after all,” Hajime shrugs, though he’s a little surprised by the longer hair. He’d always insisted on keeping it shorter. “I can call bullshit, but a lot of that is Izuru.” 

He gives a small giggle at that, lighting up his features. That’s how old his parents were when they adopted him, but he wasn’t going to point that out. Though he tilts his head at the mention of Izuru. “Izuru? Is that why… ?” He doesn’t verbalize the rest of the question, but he ends up pointing to his own left eye. “You don’t need to answer that. I just want to try and figure things out if that makes any sense.”

“No, I get it, all this alternate universe stuff gets confusing. And remember, I might not be the same as your Hajime, I’ve met other Hajime’s who are different, many different Nagito’s who are a bit different. But yeah, the heterochromia is because of Izuru.” He shrugs a little, he knows the eye thing startles some people, just as it used to startle him. 

Hajime cocks his head slightly at the question, but a wide smile crosses his face. “Of course I know Nagito, I’m dating him.” His smile is slightly soppy as he thinks about his boyfriend. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” He nods a bit, reminded of how everytime he heads home in a hurry, fearful every time he leaves. “Just… Take care of each other. Even in the bad times. God especially the bad times.”

“A-Ah… Well uh…” He’s not sure exactly how to answer that, dragging his foot against the ground. “You could say that, yeah.” Is what he settles on, throwing in a small nod as well. “I’m just worried that I’ll come home from school and he’s just—” He cuts himself there, feeling like he said too much.

Hajime nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Just know that your Hajime is doing everything he can to take care of him, if he’s anything like me.” 

“Doesn’t always seem like it. I dunno, maybe it’s just me. But thanks for the reminder I guess.” The smaller male was greatful Hinata didn’t push him to continue on virtually anything concerning he’s likely said. Or called his lies too harshly. “Fuck this is probably as weird for you as it is for me.” He tries to sound playful as he speaks, giving a small laugh.

Hajime shrugs. “It’s pretty weird, but I’ve met other versions of myself before, as well as a child of a version of me, so it’s not quite as strange as it is the first time.” He laughs a little, “I’ve met another version of you, too, but you weren’t my kid.” 

“That’s a lot to take in, wow. I didn’t realize how deep this all is. My version of you actually has longer hair and uh—” He was about to mention the eyes, but thought it might be rude to point out so he steers his thought another way. “You seem a bit more down to earth, for lack of a better phrase. That and I can tell you actually call bullshit. Even if you aren’t saying it.”

“I imagine he would be different, if he’s a father. I’m only 24 after all,” Hajime shrugs, though he’s a little surprised by the longer hair. He’d always insisted on keeping it shorter. “I can call bullshit, but a lot of that is Izuru.” 

He gives a small giggle at that, lighting up his features. That’s how old his parents were when they adopted him, but he wasn’t going to point that out. Though he tilts his head at the mention of Izuru. “Izuru? Is that why… ?” He doesn’t verbalize the rest of the question, but he ends up pointing to his own left eye. “You don’t need to answer that. I just want to try and figure things out if that makes any sense.”

“No, I get it, all this alternate universe stuff gets confusing. And remember, I might not be the same as your Hajime, I’ve met other Hajime’s who are different, many different Nagito’s who are a bit different. But yeah, the heterochromia is because of Izuru.” He shrugs a little, he knows the eye thing startles some people, just as it used to startle him. 

Hajime cocks his head slightly at the question, but a wide smile crosses his face. “Of course I know Nagito, I’m dating him.” His smile is slightly soppy as he thinks about his boyfriend. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” He nods a bit, reminded of how everytime he heads home in a hurry, fearful every time he leaves. “Just… Take care of each other. Even in the bad times. God especially the bad times.”

“A-Ah… Well uh…” He’s not sure exactly how to answer that, dragging his foot against the ground. “You could say that, yeah.” Is what he settles on, throwing in a small nod as well. “I’m just worried that I’ll come home from school and he’s just—” He cuts himself there, feeling like he said too much.

Hajime nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Just know that your Hajime is doing everything he can to take care of him, if he’s anything like me.” 

“Doesn’t always seem like it. I dunno, maybe it’s just me. But thanks for the reminder I guess.” The smaller male was greatful Hinata didn’t push him to continue on virtually anything concerning he’s likely said. Or called his lies too harshly. “Fuck this is probably as weird for you as it is for me.” He tries to sound playful as he speaks, giving a small laugh.

Hajime shrugs. “It’s pretty weird, but I’ve met other versions of myself before, as well as a child of a version of me, so it’s not quite as strange as it is the first time.” He laughs a little, “I’ve met another version of you, too, but you weren’t my kid.” 

“That’s a lot to take in, wow. I didn’t realize how deep this all is. My version of you actually has longer hair and uh—” He was about to mention the eyes, but thought it might be rude to point out so he steers his thought another way. “You seem a bit more down to earth, for lack of a better phrase. That and I can tell you actually call bullshit. Even if you aren’t saying it.”

“I imagine he would be different, if he’s a father. I’m only 24 after all,” Hajime shrugs, though he’s a little surprised by the longer hair. He’d always insisted on keeping it shorter. “I can call bullshit, but a lot of that is Izuru.” 

He gives a small giggle at that, lighting up his features. That’s how old his parents were when they adopted him, but he wasn’t going to point that out. Though he tilts his head at the mention of Izuru. “Izuru? Is that why… ?” He doesn’t verbalize the rest of the question, but he ends up pointing to his own left eye. “You don’t need to answer that. I just want to try and figure things out if that makes any sense.”

“No, I get it, all this alternate universe stuff gets confusing. And remember, I might not be the same as your Hajime, I’ve met other Hajime’s who are different, many different Nagito’s who are a bit different. But yeah, the heterochromia is because of Izuru.” He shrugs a little, he knows the eye thing startles some people, just as it used to startle him.