BECOME REMARKABLE.

hajime could probably sever his femoral artery and blame nagito's subsequent blood loss on his preexisting injuries. he could take advantage of his weakened lungs and limbs and shove a hospital - issue pillow over his face, blame his suffocation on hypoxia from the smoke. it would be so easy. he won't, though, because he insists on being some sort of valiant hero. maybe it makes him feel special. maybe it's some gross way he's making up for being a talentless leech. nagito wheezes a withering laugh at the thought.

                    and, even if they did, why torture him in such a cruel way? wouldn't it be better to have gotten it over quickly? and why leave him while he was still clearly alive? no... none of it made sense. damn it... it doesn't matter!

                    ‶  i know.  ″ with that, a slight hesitation. a clog in his throat. he takes a second to breath it out, feeling a slight burning sensation from the cool air he was breathing in. he wasn't one to push himself past his limits like this- running from one island to another without stopping or slowing down was one thing, but to do it holding another person...?

" i — " he's interrupted by a cough that rattles his entire body, a result of smoke inhalation, most likely. there's a dull ache in his lungs, his voice even weaker and raspier than normal. " i lost. hahaha . . . " his blood is seeping all over hajime's clothes. the sight of it blooming into his once pristine white shirt stirs some unnamable emotion, his eyes glazing over with it. why are you doing this for me ? i wouldn't do this for you . . .

if he weren't so dizzy with blood loss, he'd poke fun at the way hajime is trying to placate him with reassurances. he teeters on the border of lucidity like a pendulum; the pain vivid and insistent one moment, far away and muted the next.

" why aren't you letting anyone else come ? are you — " his chest seizes for a moment, a terrible sputter leaving his mouth. " are you thinking about finishing me off yourself ? " an aborted laugh that turns into a wheeze. " going to play it off as an accident ? "

his words are spoken cruelly — intended to hurt. not like his usual attempts to goad them into killing him. they don't carry as much bite as he'd intended, however, in this weak and vulnerable state he's in. it could almost pass as a joke.

                    how LUCKY nagito was to have lived through this. how LUCKY he was for the sprinklers to have activated. how LUCKY he was that they had made it on time. truly he was deserving of his title.

                    ‶  cut it out already.  ″ it comes out harshly. he was starting to get used to this attitude from him, but it didn't mean it wasn't completely inappropriate. infuriating... can't he see that he's trying to help him? you'd think at a time like this he might be at least a little grateful.

                    he's sure a few days ago... he would've been. just what had he found out? what had changed? there was no use in wondering right now, but the questions still danced through his mind. he just didn't understand nagito. at this point, he doubted that he ever would.

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

why are you such a pessimist ?

did you know them ?

can we call it a day ?

it is a sentiment he is intimately familiar with. fortune and misfortune alike — they hung above his head, clawed and clung at his back like some sort of obsessive lover. lost dogs, hijacked planes, lottery tickets. serial killers, acceptance letters, terminal illnesses. regardless of the faith he held, when it came down to it, it was all out of his hands. it had always been out of his hands. the sabotaged bottle was the only one that didn't break. what were the chances of that ? a manic smile spreads under the tape. he knows he shouldn't be smiling at a time like this, but it's just so funny. it's so funny he could cry.

they're all here, just like they'd been instructed to be. they're all looking at the shameful display of his would - be corpse. of his failure. hajime must think the fresh wave of tears welling in his eyes are from fear — or even more absurdly — relief. would he be disgusted to know how hysteric this all was to him ? not that it mattered what someone like him thought.

when the tape is removed, the remnants of his frenzied laughter spill out, but they're eerily similar to breathless sobs. a terrible cacophony of indecipherable noise, rasping through his exhausted lungs seemingly without end.

" it was . . . hahahaha . . . ahahahahahaha ! "

                    this seemed less like an attempted murder and more like someone had tortured him and left him here. whether the culprit intended for nagito to die, however, hajime didn't know. nor was he thinking about finding out.

                    no, hajime couldn't bring himself to start investigating at this point in time. if he were dead, the threat of a class trial would spur him onward to look for clues, but in this moment he could only feel himself being spurred on by his raw, in-the-moment gut reactions.

                    someone did this. could one of his friends really be so cruel? with how much they all hated nagito, suspected him, it wasn't difficult to believe. he didn't know who, though. it was impossible to figure out who. and... he didn't need to figure it out. nagito could tell them. that's right- there was no need to think about it. they just had to make sure nagito made it out of this.

                    ‶  shit...  ″ the curse word slips from his lips, panic reverberating throughout his entire being. they needed to get him to the hospital. right now. ‶  hang on- you're going to be okay.  ″

                    turning to face his peers who were both attempting to help, investigate, and were in shock just as he was--- hajime raises his voice, making a clear cut decision in the confusion.  ‶  EVERYONE BACK UP! i'm taking him to the hospital- nobody else touch him!  ″

                    there was something almost... protective in his tone. it would surprise him if he weren't so hellbent on ensuring the other lived through this. their nurse was no longer with them, but they'd have to make do. without even thinking twice about it, hajime moves to take nagito into his arms.

                    he didn't know the appropriate way to carry someone in this situation, so he just goes for the easiest option. an arm under the knees and one behind the other boy's back- bridal style. he worried slightly for the pain this might inflict, but it would be impossible to move him without any pain. he couldn't be concerned about that right now.

                    ‶  OUT OF MY WAY!!  ″ hajime once again instructs everyone to steer clear as he bolts out of the building- towards the bridge to the central island- he had to get to the second island as quickly as possible. there wasn't a second to waste. he was by no means a typically strong or athletic person- akane would be better suited to something like this- but that didn't cross his mind. it was probably better she wasn't carrying nagito, given how violent she'd been with him last time they saw him in person.

You're on your own, kid. You always have been. What would you trade the pain for? I'm not sure.

                    ‶  ... is that so?  ″ disinterested in his previous activity, he now approaches nagito. step by step, with little urgency. he does not anticipate the other moving away from him. he was boring... predictable... there were no surprises when the two of them interacted.

1. “Let me see those eyes.”

2. “Open your mouth for me.”

3. “Please kiss me.”

4. “Use your words.”

5. “Tell me what you want.”

6. “You look so good beneath me.” 

7. “You can take it.”

8. “I can take it.”

9. “You take me so well.”

10. “Spread your legs wider.”

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

12. “Keep your eyes on me.”

13. “Touch yourself.”

14. “Do you want my fingers?”

15. “I can’t get enough of you.”

16. “You taste so good.”

17. “Hands behind your back.”

18. “Swallow.”

19. “You are doing so well.”

20. “Breathe through your nose.”

21. “Don’t hold back.”

22. “Show me how much you need me.”

23. “Say my name.”

24. “You can do better than that.”

25. “Does that feel good?”

26. “I want you to ruin me.”

27. “Do you think you deserve this?”

28. “I want to have my way with you.”

29. “Touch me there. Right there.”