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                                         —he guides the words with a carefree wave. as expected of deus to keep things interesting. although the two had never held a formal conversation — aha, why would she ever wish to converse with someone of his standing? ( it’s a rhetorical question. ) — nagito had heard of her and her capacities. shsl ‘miracle worker’ — the girl who could supposedly bring the near-dead back to life with her nursing. good choice.

                                          ‘—no worries! i’m not formally involved, so                        i’m no threat. please, consider this ordinary small talk.'

even if he was a player, however, he’s sure she could handle a nuisance like him with ease.

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gasp attack, 2.0—! hospitals can be dangerous places if you don’t know how to handle ‘em.

                            —and when it comes to bribing people handling, kagacool rin is complete genius. hoho, so it seems like the damage of today is — hora, what’s this—!heights — no biggie! she’s a stealthy mario-kart-lovin’ girl, and she’s got a plan.

❝ oi, oi — can you do me a favor? big favor. ❞

               if this was an ‘ld mobster movie, she’d be sliding some hundred dollar bills across the table, but this is no mobster movie and homegirl’s flat out broke. instead, she settles for some coins. and a kirby sticker. and wide, hopeful eyes. razzlin’, dazzlin’ — 24/7, that’s her.

❝ think you can make me a tiny bit taller?                                       just an inch..!! —..or two.. ❞

Togami was making his way to the gym with a bag full of fencing gear when he spotted a girl with strangely choppy hair making her way down the hall, a large box in her arms. The top was open, heaped to the point of overflowing with rolls of bandages, bottles of disinfectant, and other supplies. She was walking with slow, careful steps, presumably because she was afraid of dropping the box and creating a mess, and it seemed as though she couldn’t see the floor in front of her. Despite her strange appearance he opted to ignore her--strange students were a normal occurrence at this school, after all--but just as he was passing her, she slipped on a pencil which had rolled out from under her when she accidentally stepped on it. The girl shrieked and let go of her box, practically throwing it into the air out of surprise. The supplies scattered as they began to fall; he instinctively flinched backwards out of the way of a box of pills, but froze when he saw what an awkward pose she had landed in--her skirt was flipped fully up. Quickly he looked away to preserve whatever was left of his dignity and snapped at her, “Get up. Your skirt is indecent, and I won’t look at you until you make yourself presentable.”

White.

The last thing he saw as the poison made it impossible to breathe and the spear connected with his torso-- though one happened before the other, it felt simultaneous. And it faded to white, despite all transitions he ever saw in his life before that.

Then, the first blur of a thing he saw when he woke up in the pod, body alarmingly unmoving and mind too awake, too alive for his liking --

And now, the one color all around him. His little hospital room. The white sheets of his bed. The tiled, irritably clean floor. The color of the long, long and wispy locks of hair, the almost completely washed out tone of his sickly and weak skin, and the color of the bandages covering that disgusting stub at the end of his left arm.

“...........”

Unhappy and ungrateful for a brand new day at Jabberwock island, Nagito lays on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling in favor of even catching a glimpse of himself at least until morning passes. It feels early, as usual, and though he thinks he could feign sleep a little longer, he knows he won’t be able to pretend with the way his mind has gotten used to his new routine.

In only moments now, it’s going to be time for his daily check-up.  

Who’s going to stutter a good morning to him now-- senpai behind her mask, or his classmate, secretly enjoying his incapacity to be anything more than a hassle?