HAJIME HINATA ☼ SUPER DANGANRONPA 2
super high school level normal guy.
thinks orange juice is just alright.
how was high school? pretty average.
won an award for “most likely to donate body to science”.
(the award was donating his body to science)

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@neoworld
HAJIME HINATA ☼ SUPER DANGANRONPA 2
super high school level normal guy.
thinks orange juice is just alright.
how was high school? pretty average.
won an award for “most likely to donate body to science”.
(the award was donating his body to science)

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lordofthewholewood:
“Indeed, I am. Young one.”
Aslan would normally chuckle and continue a lighthearted conversation with the young man, however, his paw was aching him and the longer the thorn stayed the more it started to hurt. He’s been in pain before, so it wasn’t the end of the world for the King of Kings, but it was a rather annoying pain, so he’d rather it disappears.
“I came from a good sitting spot just over yonder. Come, let us walk together. Do not mind my limp. Once this thorn in my paw is out I’ll be able to walk like a proud lion once more!”
Hajime couldn’t help but smile, a healthy mix of nerves and childish wonderment stirring giddily in his chest as the two made their way down the forest path. Ahead, as promised, a warmly lit area blanketed in clover blossoms and dandelions offered them a place to rest and sort Aslan’s paw, which, Hajime thought, looked pretty painful to walk on with the ground already so uneven. In the clearing, he hurriedly set his bag down, rummaging through its contents for a moment before procuring a thermos of warm water and a handful of napkins.
“May I?” offering a hand for Aslan to set his injured paw, Hajime flashed the gentle-eyed lion what he hoped was an encouraging smile - undoubtedly in more need of psyching up than Aslan was in need of the comfort.
flowersofhope:
“…”
“Well, anyway. My shoes aside, I’m surprised to hear you speaking so confidently about mental health. You’ve really made progress!”
“Yeah, yeah I get it already... Next time I’ll think before commenting, that’s what you’re trying to say right? Saionji would have torn me to shreds...”
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“...................”
(Hinata-kun... considering what they could have written, I think this is actually... well, I’ll just let it be.)
“No way... not you too, Komaeda. Man, that’s even more embarrassing...”
@neoworld replied to a post:
“evil-doer” girl with those shoes on? i’ll say
“You know, it’s pretty bold for you of all people to harass me on my own posts. But I suppose you’re nothing if not bold, right, Hinata-kun?”
“Komaeda!? I didn’t think you checked your own comments - I mean, what I was trying to say was...your shoes are mentally ill! Wait, that’s not right!”

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“Now I know I don’t really get the right to criticize my public image, but this is kinda... I mean... I’ve got more going for me than mochi, y’know?”
sorry for the lack of activity since the end of the last event! currently struggling through deadlines and a citizenship test so my activity on here and @thirdchance might be a little spotty until may!
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Aslan seemed to step on something sharp that went into his velvety paw. He winced in pain, his face contorted for a brief minute until he regains his cool. Collecting himself, he looked up and noticed a young man. Aslan hoped that he didn’t startle him by his ungodly behavior.
“I do apologize if I startled you, young one. I seemed to step on something. Do you mind taking a look at my paw to see what it is?”
Hajime had left his accommodations that morning with a purposeful gait, determined to make the most out of the day. After a week spent in the fitful throws of reeling homesickness and a very teenage sort of hysteria, he had woken up that morning with a clear head and simple expectations for the day. He was going to get out of bed and have breakfast at the park, hell or highwater.
Springing out of bed he could feel the ebbing remains of exhaustion gnawing at his heels, luring him back to his pillow for another ten...twenty...forty minutes of well-earned sleep and for a moment, he almost gave in. Just as he was about to tuck back in, for what would surely be another two hours, he caught a glimpse of a memory - bento in the park with his school friends, warm tea and blue skies. That alone was enough to spur him out of his pajamas and into the kitchen and begin readying himself a...generous breakfast, packed away neatly into tall boxes - still warm to the touch.
Forty minutes later he found himself halfway down a winding path, fortified with thick foliage and gooseberry bushes still damp with morning dew. Beginning to lament his over-preparation now that his arms were starting to ache, his half-hearted fretting was interrupted by a...he blinked several times, head jutting forward in momentary disbelief at the imposing creature ahead of him, wondering briefly if he had fallen back asleep. Approaching the lion, Hajime suddenly felt very boyish. He had a glimmer in his eyes, the kind you would glimpse occasionally in a grandparent as they sat you on their lap and told you the sorts of stories that made even the mundane shimmer like dust particles in the light.
“Oh! You’re talking to me, right?” Hajime asked, pointing to a finger towards himself before noticing the otherworldly lion’s injured front paw “I know a little first-aid - oh! And a few veterinary tricks from my buddy Tanaka. Do you know if there’s a clearing nearby we can sit in?”
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flowersofhope:
He really should be used to this by now.
[...]
“Hey… can you hear me?”
Hajime wasn’t entirely sure when he’d fallen asleep, but the moment his eyes fluttered shut it was like the world fell away from beneath him.
And then he was lying awake in his bed. Not the one on Jabberwock, with the sheets that smelled like sandalwood and mothballs and the seaside dampness that clung to everything it touched – this was his bed, the one in his parents’ house. The bed with the stiff mattress, the worn down pillows, the assembly mistake that had left a gap just wide enough for headphones, pencils, and all manner of frustrating objects to fall down the side if one was too careless.
It took him a minute to process. Had he been asleep all this time?
His body seemed to struggle to keep up with his vision, movements slow and awkward as his invisible form waded through the dense gravity. It took him a moment, but when Hajime finally righted himself and got out of bed the room seemed to shift into something less substantial, fuzzy around the edges where the seams were stitched loosest.
“Hinata-kun, come set the table for dinner.”
A voice called out from down the hallway, echoes reverberating through the floorboards like a shift in tectonic plates. Suddenly his room smelled like cooked onions and steamed rice and every family meal that had ever made an impression on his adolescent mind, twisting together into a sensation his brain wanted to categorize into “appetizing”, but his faltering subconscious struggled to attach positive feelings to.
“Be right there!”
Is what he had wanted to say, but as he reached to open the door something snagged and yanked him backwards. All at once, the room flickered and collapsed in on itself, hippocampus scrambling to realign the space from his new perspective on the floor. Searing pain flooded through his head and he clutched it instinctively, realizing with some delay that he had fallen backwards and collided headfirst with the side of his bedframe.
Down the hall, heavy footsteps came treading towards his door – a hint of irritation in the footfalls that would have made his insides twist if his head didn’t feel like it was moments from splitting in two. There was a hesitant knock, and before he could open his mouth to say anything the door gently opened and his father’s voice, though quiet, shook the inside of the room.
“Ah. Still at school, then…” He muttered, the smell from the kitchen souring as it seeped in through the open door.
Head still spinning, Hajime tried to stand again, but before he could even make it to his knees the snag that had sent him crashing to the floor had returned tenfold. As he wrenched his neck to see what had hold of him, his body tensed, bile burning his throat. Long, tangled webs of black hair bled out from beneath his bed, twisted and snarled and spilling out in every direction like black mould eating through tile grout. Panic flooding through him in crashing waves, Hajime struggled and kicked backwards – desperately trying to pull away as the hair shot out and clung to him, yanking him closer and closer until his shoulders were the only thing keeping him from being pulled beneath the bed.
The hair parted and he felt a gentle tug at the back of his head, as if it were his own. A hand was reaching out to him. Spiderlike fingers. Chipped red nails. A cloying, sulfuric smell.
His eyes snapped open.
Blinded momentarily by the brightness of the setting sun, Hajime could only make out the outline of the figure standing over him. His pulse was racing still, though the visions from his dream were already fading away into murky obscurity. Rubbing the hypotensive stars from his eyes, he squinted up towards the familiar stranger once again. Silhouetted by the ebbing evening light, Hajime was sure the sand beneath him was going to cave in once again, focus blurring around the distinct features of someone he had long since committed to memory.
“Huh?!” His voice pitched momentarily as he blinked several times, eyebrows tense, “Am I still dreaming?”
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☼ starter for: @losingmyjustice
Hajime had just about convinced himself he was ready to give Spirale a second chance. After two straight days of relative panic, unsurprisingly all it had took was twelve consecutive hours of sleep to right himself and approach his new, rather daunting situation with a more flexible attitude.
That was, until he found himself two hours in on a train route he had misread - too desperate to begin tackling the local transport system before he lost his fighting spirit to spend an extra moment rereading the city map.
Having grown up a city kid it was beyond embarrassing realizing he hadn’t just ended up a few stations off from where he’d been aiming. No, no. Hajime had ended up in an entirely different Ward. The Fibonacci Ward, or so the map before him stated, somewhere unhelpfully referred to as “The Surface”. With a grumble he pulled his phone out again before remembering he still hadn’t figured out how to connect to the local wireless network yet.
Wandering away from the platform and out of the station towards the sparse city streets, he scratched the back of his head, weighing his options. He had already come this far, it couldn’t hurt to explore and ask the locals for some help... but the sun would set soon. The war between the city roaming, night loving, “live like you’re going to die tomorrow” part of his brain and the more logical, twenty-something “I’d prefer not to catch a cold sleeping at the train station” part of his brain raged on, even as Hajime crossed the street towards what appeared to be a book shop.
“Maybe someone inside can help me make sense of this place...”
accidentally used up all my writing time on an unnecessarily long starter so... we’re already off to a great start bwahaha. i’ll write my last few starters tomorrow! nighty night ☼