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Today had been a bit of a roller coaster ride for Nagito Komaeda. With evening fully have settled in a long time ago, he wormed a way through the woods of Stella City as he searched for many things to help him cope with his current predicament. Freshly picked mushrooms were carried in his coat as he waded his way through the river to get across, and with the cold currently numbing his legs, he felt like a part had died with him along the way.
“How beautiful...” He breathed to himself as he watched the sheep by the roads nuzzle into each other for sleep, lit by the moonlight that came piercing through the clouds. If his emotions hadn’t been torn to pieces and crushed to smithereens prior to this moment, he may have thought it was the photo copy of Hope he was gazing upon right now. Instead he felt a hollow emptiness, which he sought to fill with whatever he could get his hands on right now.
And just when he had wished upon that, he stumbled upon a familiar figure not too long after. He approached Hajime in a tired pace, wet ends of his jeans slowing him down, but he eventually managed to reach the brunet and drew a cold breath. It was cold enough for himself to see it, too, and he suddenly realized that it must be nearing winter right now, which was a massive change compared to the tropical life he had gotten used to before this. He supposed he wasn’t even lucky enough to arrive in the right season of the year.
Nonetheless, he decided to ignore all that and chose to speak to Hajime, who had been resting on a bench in front of the fountain. “How fortunate for me to find you here, Hinata-kun.” Nagito gave him a hesitant wave. “I’m sorry, am I actually bothering you? I can imagine you don’t want me intruding on your free time at a late time like this... Perhaps I should take my leave again?”
