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Spoilers for D/R T/rigger H/appy H/avoc's main canon, although this is an AU for if the final chapter diverged!
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Hi I've been craving Naejunko and have had an AU in mind for a while, so I wrote a quick oneshot for part of it! N/aegi and J/unko bond in the morgue. You know, like sensible people.
PREVIEW: "Aren't you cold? You've been in here for, like, three hours."Β
"I'm fine." Naegi's voice was so quiet that she barely heard it, although despite his shivering, his tone was as firm as the frozen corpses on the shelves around him. His stupid ratchet hoodie wasn't going to be enough to keep him from joining them if he stayed in the morgue for much longer. She'd been generous enough to give him free entry whenever he pleased, but if he thought he could just avoid her in here forever, all day every day, he was in for a rude awakening.
With a long sigh, she let the metal door slide shut behind her, striding over to join him. She chose to perch on the corner of one of the exam tables, kicking her legs idly and observing him. The bags under his eyes and his pale complexion weren't new, but the violet tint to his fingers was. It almost matched the hair of the girl he was stroking. The goddamn detective's shelf had been pulled open, and his gaze never left her closed eyelids.Β
That had been a small mercy she'd allowed when cleaning up the bodies for display. If it were up to her, those eyes would still be wide with despair and physical torment, a much more intriguing end than simply 'sleeping'. But despair had to come slowly, and he was already swimming in the thick of it⦠She could save mutilating the corpses for later, to reopen the wounds whenever he managed to adjust to the fact that they were truly dead and gone.
"What do you want?" Naegi's voice wasn't sharp, but it wasn't the usual fuzziness he used to carry either. He hadn't talked all soft in the couple of weeks since the game ended. No friendship lectures, no innocent queries, no naive disbelief of what she was capable of... There wasn't despair, not yet, his hope was still too strong for that. But there was a certain, delicious hint of resignation to his fate, and her general repulsive existence.
She thought for a moment, putting a finger to her lip and staring up at the ceiling with wide, innocent eyes. "Nuffin' in pawticuwar..." she hummed cutely. He wasn't fazed.Β
"Then why are you here?"
"God, I was just coming to check on you. No need to be so freakin' hostile! Am I not allowed to walk into a damn room without some ulterior motive?"
"You don't usually."
