#innocentdespair

After being accepted into the future foundation the poor soul known as Hajime Hinata was assigned to, once again, delve his head straight into the realm of despair-riddled landscaping and had to push himself into Towa City to try and recover any of the children he could find.

With a megaphone at his hip and a concerned furrow in his brow the suit-clad boy made his way through the rubble of the fallen city crawling with monokumas and crazed adults.

The sound of fallen concrete crunching under heel had him turning and narrowing his eyes, shaking and directing his sights towards the other with a heavy gulp.

   He could feel it, the presence of the other. That overwhelming sense of despair felt as if it was crawling across his skin. He shivers, enjoying the sensation of it. Gundham stands in his cage, the slightly too small space causing him to stoop. He peers out between his self imposed prison, looking down at the monstrous animals prowling below. They too can feel it.

   Some snap and growl, others slink back. It isn’t until he sees the figure moving into the center of his domain, beneath his hanging bird cage, that he makes a sound. It is only a rapping of his knuckles on the bars but it is enough to calm the animals, many fearing his wrath.

A pit... Why was there an empty pit in the middle of the school campus? Perhaps it had something to do with Owari-san, he sighed knowing this would take a while for someone to find him and sat down hugging his knees. Of course he’d be the one to find out and fall inside as well.

A smile came to his lips even so. Is this what being a masochist felt like?

What should Nagito do while waiting for his savior? Should he think about life? Probably not a very good idea, no, it ended up in way too many complications involving knowledge he didn’t want to have.

Could it be any better outside... ?

The sound of someone approaching made him perk up and in a moment’s notice jumped to his own feet, it was a deep hole.

“Please watch out! There’s a hole here!” He yelled cupping his mouth to get his voice across, hopefully at least he could avoid another victim.

◤ Dᴇsᴘᴀɪʀ ◢ “…” He tilted his head to the side as he watched Gundham scratch under his shirt. This was one of those rare moments when he got to see the skin of other people’s. Gundham had a rather… nice body, apparently. As wonderful as that might have been, he was a bit curious.

                        Due to his curiosity, he pulled out his knife and flipped it open. “You move, you die. Got it?” Then, he attempted to slice the other’s shirt open through the front.

   Gundham goes rigid, the hand scratching at that irritating bug bite pausing. He stares down at Naegi, horrified as he grabs his shirt and proceeds to cut into it. The absurdity of the situation freezes him, mind having trouble processing this. All it tells him is a repeat of that sinister warning. He moves, he dies.