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a/n: turned this into a one shot bc i could also i love this i’m so proud of it

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the photo we’re taking bout ^

nagito

as you finished your shower for the evening and turned to pad down the hallway to your boyfriends room, you heard a sound that you hadn’t heard for a while, whisking out of the room. memories of the last time you heard it made you giggle as you threw on a hoodie and some shorts.

when you reached the bedroom door, you felt yourself smile at your love. nagito was working on beating a level in a video game he was struggling with. he could never seem to beat it, even after asking chiaki a million times for tips.

the familiar “you died” noise from the machine he held in his hands played loudly as he put the game down. nagitos always been so laid back. it was funny seeing him so frustrated with something.

“how’s the game going?” you asked your pouting boyfriend, as you walked over to stand next to the bed he was laying on. he was finally able to open up to you, allowing himself to be spoiled by your love and attention.

instead of telling you an answer, he pushed his head into your stomach, and you moved your hand, still looking like a raisin from your shower, went to pet his sugar-colored hair.

“i’m guessing it’s not going that well, do you want me to facetime chiaki?” you told him in a joking tone, but your voice quiet due to the atmosphere of his bedroom. it was always so chilly and cozy, where you’d never want to be too loud in case you ended up ruining the silent and comfy mood. the only background sound was from the fan creating a white noise and helping it feel as cold as nagito wanted it to be. it was home.

“no no no, please do not. i’m sure she’s busy.” the pale boy replied, a familiar pink twinkle on his cheeks from your comment. you knew he would complete the level eventually, but what’s the harm in teasing?

“let’s work on it together then! i’m sure we’ll get it,” you told him as you went to join him under the covers. it was mostly to warm up your icy body from the lack of warmth you felt leaving to shower, paired with the rooms tempature.

you worked your way under his arms to lay against his chest, though moving to see the screen. he unpaused it as he began the level again, only to be met by your encouragement as he dies again, moments later.

you felt yourself begin to get tired from the comfortable postion you were in, the game volume still staying low as the vibrations of your boyfriends heartbeat slowly started to lull you to sleep. and you let yourself fall into that state, while moving impossibly closer to nagito’s chest.

a/n: this is kinda shit but thank u for 300 babes<33

nagito

the steps of twogamis’ porch were wet as you moved to sit on them. it was just overwhelming, but the sounds of the waves crashing in the distance brought you somewhat back to reality.

it was cloudy this afternoon, if you could call it afternoon. the sun had already left.

but you couldn’t fully calm yourself, not yet.

“hey,” someone said from behind you.

you let a tiny yell escape your mouth, and held your chest as you turn around to identify who had scared you. nagito komaeda.

“what the hell? you almost gave me a fucking heart attack, babe,” you gave a breathy laugh to him, as you moved to sit back to your original position.

“sorry, i’ll leave if you want me to,” he replied, moving to go back inside. you quickly grabbed his hand though, not letting him get very far.

you looked into his green-grayish eyes weakly, silently pleading.

nagito didn’t think he was the best person to calm someone down, or comforting in general. but you’re his hope, so he moves to sit beside you.

“do you want to talk about it?” nagito says in a low tone, not wanting to upset you further.

“n-no, not really. if you want to back to the party, you can,” you told him, moving to wipe your eyes when you felt more tears coming.

“hey, i’m not going anywhere,” he smiled warmly at you, and that’s when you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

you moved your head to rest on his chest, breathing becoming erratic. you shook as you sobbed into your boyfriends shirt. you felt his pale hands slowly snake around your torso, uncertain if you actually wanted him to touch you.

when you moved closer to him, he knew you needed his touch. moving to rest his lips on the top of your head, a comforting gesture he liked himself.

when you finally calmed, he didn’t move away from you.

“we can go home if you want, i’m sure everyone will understand,” nagito whispered, moving only to wipe a stray tear off your cheek.

"you still love her, don't you?"

if his probabilities were at least correct, he could almost hear the vague sound of the heartbreak lingering. oikawa could only stop himself mid-actions as he stiffened on his spot, and though your hands were intertwined with his, he could feel the way your grip on his slowly lessening—and maybe, your love for him too.

he shoots you a look, the ends of his lips shakily curling up into an unsure smile. "huh? what are you talking about?"

the adamant somber look you held was enough to make him lose composure; it took him a second to realize, to get in front of you, to place his hands on your shoulders as if to question you—and god, why was his hands slowly starting to shake, why did it oddly felt like his world was gradually crumbling down in a matter of seconds?

he could witness a desolate mien of a frown appear on your face as you furrow your eyebrows at him. "please don't pretend anymore. i'm tired. i'm really tired, ru." he shook his head at your words, letting his gaze cast down at your heartbroken face. "quite frankly, i don't want to pretend too. you know what i'm referring to, right? her—your ex. you still love her. it's really evident, i can see the way you look at her. it's like..."

the look you held whenever you win matches.

he lets out an uncertain breath, tearing his gaze away from yours as he looks somewhere, somewhere that isn't you because god forbid him that if he looks at you, he knew he would break down. he didn't want this. he never wanted this to happen.

when you placed a hand on his shoulder, he looks at you, tear-stricken eyes, mouth open agape as if he wanted to say something (and you wanted to believe that he did wanted to tell you something—anything, anything that would make you feel warm for the last time). "hey, it's fine. we can still be friends, you know?"

"i don't.. why?"

he couldn't decipher, no, he couldn't understand why all of these times, you still held an understanding smile on your face. he hated it. it's as if you've accepted this, that he already belonged to someone in the first place..

oikawa blinked back his tears, lips quivering. why did you had to be so kind to him?

"because.. i love you. and whatever makes you happy, makes me happy too. and you're not happy with me, it's really obvious." you bit your lip, feeling the familiar pang on your chest. "it's fine. it's fine. your happiness really matters to me, so even if it means being happy with someone else, even if it meant achieving your dreams with someone else that makes you happy—then it's fine."