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⋆ pairing: hajime hinata x nagito komaeda

Summary: Wherein Hajime stresses about Nagito taking longer to wake up from the Neo World Program.

There is a body pillow of Nagito Komaeda.

Now, Hajime wouldn’t have known that before this afternoon. In fact, he probably would’ve never found out about such an item— or ever had to touch it— or interact with it at all.

And the idea of living in that blissful ignorance sounds heavenly. But, unfortunately, it’s unattainable. The ignorant world in which Nagito Komaeda’s body pillow goes undiscovered is out of reach for as long as Hajime holds the same pillow in his hands. So, he drops it with a loud:

“Oh my fucking God—“

The pillow lands on the floor of Hajime’s cottage. Makoto and Hina laugh sheepishly on the other end of the video call.

“Ah, yeah, I figured you’d react like that…” Makoto says, clearly a bit embarrassed.

The palms of Hajime’s hands press into his eyes. He groans, loudly, maybe too loudly, to get his point across.

“What the fuck did I just lay my eyes on?” Hajime’s rhetorical question is pointless. He was hoping for Makoto to deny what he just saw— to somehow clear everything up, to cleanse the air and state that it’s not a fucking body pillow and that Nagito’s goddamn face and body wasn’t on it.

“It’s a body pillow,” Makoto says instead; Hajime dissipates into himself, “Of Nagito.”

“Why.” Hajime finally lifts his hands off of his own face and stares into the computer screen. His face is burning red by now. He can feel that the pillow is right over his feet and he refuses to offer it a second glance.

“Well, I mean,” Makoto shrugs heartily and rubs the back of his neck. Hina is sitting to his left, and her grin is undeniably more than amused.

“I noticed that you’ve been having a hard time,” Makoto finally finishes, and somehow, his sincere smile makes everything feel that much worse, “And I figured you’d like something related to him.”

“And a body pillow was what your bright mind came up with?” Hajime’s face sours considerably. “You could’ve gotten me, like, a photo of him! Or, I-I don’t know! Anything but a…”

He finally looks down. The sight of Nagito— albeit, impressively well drawn— staring up at him with a small grin makes something in his stomach twist uncomfortably. This is downright creepy.

“Oh my God,” Hajime draws out, grimacing. His pose…

One of Nagito’s arms is draped over his head, sinking into the drawn lines of the sheets presumably beneath him. His other arm is covering his torso, and why on Earth is the hem of his shirt hiked up to expose part of his stomach—

“Who drew this?” Hajime tears his eyes off the pillow.

“Oh, Ryota did!” Hina chimes in, her voice fighting off the urge to break into hearty laughter.

She’s clearly having fun. It makes Hajime want the Earth to swallow him whole.

“Ryota?”

“Oh, yeah, he was a great help!” Makoto smiles, somehow proud of saying it. Somehow proud that he supplied Hajime with something so… questionable.

“Makoto,” Hajime leans closer to the computer, propping an arm on the table holding it, “This is not a good present.”

Makoto and Hina both break into laughter at that. Hajime’s too busy in the thought of how embarrassing this item is to own, to have, to touch. What if someone finds out about this?

“Seriously, why…”

“Listen, Hajime,” Makoto’s laughter has let up. The smile he wears is sweet. It makes Hajime want to pound his skull into a wall.

“I know I could’ve gotten you photos of him,” He continues, sincerity seeping out of his words, “But… you can’t do much with photos, y’know? If I gave you photos, all you’d do is stare at them and think too much. I wanted to get you something more tangible. Something you could hold.”

“Aha,” Hajime breaks into laughter, lost in disbelief, “Huh? Tangible? Hold? I- You’re acting like I need emotional support right now…”

Makoto and Hina stare at him. They look at each other. Then back at him.

“O-Okay, fine,” Hajime caves at their looks, “Maybe I do. But, I mean, don’t you think this is—“

He points at the pillow at his feet. They can’t see it from the angle of the webcam, but he refuses to touch it again.

“—Too far? An entire body pillow of him? I mean, you’re acting like I’m obsessed with the guy…”

Makoto and Hina stare at him again. They look at each other again. Then back at him.

“No,” Hajime immediately shuts down, “I’m not obsessed with him.”

“Well…” Makoto and Hina start at a high pitched voice.

“I’m not!”

“Okay, you’re not,” Makoto agrees weakly, “But you’re clearly concerned about him.”

Hajime scoffs, “I— yeah, who wouldn’t be?”

“Hajime, you visit his pod every morning and night,” Hina says, her voice quiet and concerned. It’s almost condescending.

“Because I want to be there when he wakes up!” Hajime says like it’s obvious, but his voice sort of dies when he finishes the sentence, “I mean- it’s been—“

“Three months,” Makoto finishes for him. Hajime’s thought process freezes in place.

Has it really only been three months? Shit…

“Since Hiyoko woke up, right?” Hina doesn’t ask anyone in particular. Makoto and Hajime nod.

“And he’s the last one,” Hajime supplies emptily. “I thought he’d wake up a bit after Hiyoko, because everyone woke up within a few weeks of each other, but… nothing. He's still asleep.”

Those last words come out a lot angrier than anticipated. He almost regrets it, but he remembers every time that he’s woken up at odd hours of the night. Every time that the thought of Nagito waking up anytime soon bugged him enough to go down there himself. Every time he’d stared into his sleeping face. And every time he’d fallen asleep while there, slouched in the chair he dragged near the pod.

It’s been happening a lot more recently.

He didn’t need to do it. In fact, if Nagito were to wake up, he would be the first person to know. He set up the pod to signal an alarm device, which had been sitting on his nightstand since he made it. Like a baby monitor, but for comatose arsonists.

Still, the idea of being able to be there right when Nagito opens his eyes is a lot more appealing than seeing him when his eyes have already opened.

“Hey, cheer up!” Hina calls out, casting Hajime out of his thoughts, “He’s going to wake up, y’know. It’s just a matter of time.”

He almost laughs in her face but his self control proves stronger than expected. Just a matter of time. How many times has he heard that sentence now? How many times has he used it to reassure himself, despite how stupid he felt?

“Yeah,” He agrees. How many times has he agreed to it anyways?

Hajime looks at the body pillow again. Nagito’s drawn smile is a bit daunting to stare at. But…

“Why did you have to pose him like that…” Hajime scans Nagito’s body.

Hina giggles as Makoto starts talking:

“Posed like what? He looks like he’s relaxing.”

“He looks like he wants to fuck me,” Hajime argues with a flat voice. Hina goes into a new fit of hysterics while Makoto snorts.

“Ryota drew him quite accurately, then,” Makoto says. It sends Hina into doubling over.

“What?” Hajime frowns into the computer screen.

“Anyways, if I’m being honest,” Makoto fights through a laugh, “I don’t know. I commissioned Ryota for a body pillow, and that’s what he gave me.”

“D-Do you even know what a body pillow is?” Hajime gapes. Hina finally starts calming down.

“Um, no,” Makoto admits, scratching his cheek, “I wanted to get you a small plushie of him, actually. But that would’ve taken a lot longer to make, and it’d require resources we don’t have right now.”

“Y-You don’t even know the implications of having a body pillow of someone?” Hajime’s voice raises a few pitches higher than usual.

“What? I mean, the worst thing you can do to a pillow is hug it…”

Lord.

“It’s a harmless gift!” Hina insists with a bright smile, “I’m sure you’ll look back at this and laugh. Maybe you can even show it to Nagito once he wakes up!”

“I…” The idea of showing this to the living and breathing Nagito Komaeda is less than appealing. Many, many levels less than appealing. He doesn’t want to imagine how he’d react. Or act. Knowing him, though, he’d probably offer a weirdly knowing smirk to Hajime, teasing him without having to say a word.

God. Even the Nagito in his head is mocking him. Annoying.

“Wow, did I break you?” Hina leans into the screen, her voice more prominent, “You’re red.”

“No!” Hajime fumbles and waves his hands, denying her, “I just thought of something.”

Hina seems unimpressed by the excuse as Makoto begins talking again.

“Well, we’ll let you go,” He says with a smile, “A meeting is coming up, and me and Hina both have to be there. We just wanted to quickly check in on you.”

“And get me to react to the worst gift ever…”

“Man, I hope you don’t hate me,” Makoto rubs the back of his neck, an embarrassed blush sprawling on his face. “Well, we’ll check in next week, okay?”

“Yeah!” Hina chirps up, “See you then, Haji!”

“Mhm.”

“Have fun with the pillow!” She sing-songs, and before Hajime can let out a stuttering mess of protesting syllables, the call ends and their faces disappear.

A sick and nervous feeling rides up his stomach as he processes the call.

Shame explodes in his chest when he looks down at the body pillow again.

Nagito Komaeda, animated, and posed a little too languidly stares up at nothing in particular. It’s hard to look at his face, because he’s grinning in a weirdly flirty way and he’s lively and it’s the last kind of expression that Hajime wants to see on a drawing of someone that’s been in a coma for a little too long. So, Hajime tries to stare at his chest instead. As if it made the idea of picking him up off the floor any easier.

Christ. It’s just a pillow.

Hajime kneels on the ground and grabs the top corners of it, hauling it up in his arms. The end of the pillow shuffles the lengthy box on the floor that it had been delivered in, knocking it on its side with a miserable flop. Holding it like this, the top of the pillow is just about level with his height, and the bottom barely scrapes the ground. Life size.

Disgusting. But just a pillow.

Hajime can’t shake the tense feeling of hugging it to his chest in this way. Like he’s admitting defeat and accepting the fact that this is fine in any way. As if hugging the incarnate pillow version of Komaeda is socially acceptable. The idea of anyone finding out he owns this crosses his mind and sends a cold breeze down his spine. He should throw it away. Any sensible person would.

But it was a gift from Makoto. Albeit, misguided and naive. It would be rude to burn something… heartfelt.

With a dissatisfied huff, Hajime twists in his place and makes his way to his bed— halting the second that his eyes catch his reflection in his full length mirror across the room.

“What the—”

He hadn’t seen the other side of the pillow until now. It’d been facedown on the ground for the entire video call, and its existence had gone completely unnoticed. But it’s hard to disregard when it is staring back at him from the mirror.

Hajime hurriedly pushes the pillow away from him, maintaining it at arm’s length and flipping it around. When the sight hasn’t disappeared and is instead staring back at him, his jaw drops.

On this side, there’s a shift in Nagito’s pose. His head is turned to one side, offering a clear view of a side profile, an undeniable red flush drawn over his face. One of his hands is pressed over his mouth and cheek, palm facing up, as if defensively covering himself. His other arm is in a similar position to the first version of him, but his shirt is hiked up higher, leaving room for his pale hand to rest on his exposed torso. Hajime freezes at the sight, unable to move. Discomfort flickers in Hajime’s chest and his eyes avert the image immediately. Hajime’s stomach flips nervously and he rushes to flip the pillow around, refusing to give the drawing a second look.

Seeing Nagito in any state like that felt wrong. Even if it was some drawing.

Drawing. Ryota really had to draw all that, didn’t he?

“Well, n-no, I didn’t,” Ryota is fumbling over his words, his voice soft enough to nearly go unheard. He’s fidgeting with his own fingers, unable to maintain proper eye contact with Hajime. For brief moments in time, his hands find the tweed sweater he’s wearing only to pick at it.

Hajime sighs through his nose, looking around them. They’re walking near the pool of the hotel lobby, right after Ryota had joined the group for breakfast. Everyone had peppered him with questions about his life at Future Foundation, the conversation keeping a semblance of politeness.

Words and mentions about the killing school life and high school memories went mostly unspoken, even now. Everyone’s voices always hesitate before bringing it up, and the conversations about it always end so quickly that it’s like they never started. So, they welcome their former classmate with open arms, infinitely opting for the positives instead of the past they can’t erase.

After everyone finished their meals, they had scattered and pawned off private conversations with Ryota as if he were a valuable item, Hajime finally got to claim some time with him for himself by trailing after him from the diner.

Ryota didn’t seem to mind at all— that is, until Hajime was glaring at him, refusing to let up. And Ryota didn’t have to ask why.

“Then why did you have to draw him like— like that?” Hajime mutters in a low voice, despite the fact that the pool area was empty and bare, and no one was around to eavesdrop. Ryota stops in his tracks and spins around, his eyes drooping and stance slouching. The bright sun beats down on them, clouds having barely parted from the morning rain.

“Listen, I was really weirded out with the commission at first,” Ryota replies, his voice still trembling, eyes darting. Wind picks up around them and Ryota’s hair flips into his face. “But who was I to question it? Makoto said he wanted a body pillow, so I complied.”

“Okay, well, didn’t he tell you it was for me?”

“Um, no, not until I finished drawing it…”

Hajime laughs, exasperated, facepalming with both hands.

“Listen!” Ryota hurries the words out of him, “I offered to redraw it. I really did. But Makoto looked at it himself and said it was fine.”

“What?”

“Y-Yeah. I mean, he kind of laughed, but said that it works fine. I even asked him if he’s shown the work-in-progress to you. When he said it was for you, I thought you’d commissioned it—”

“Why would you assume that?!”

“Makoto didn’t clarify that you didn’t know about until he shipped it out! I thought you wanted one, like, for real.”

“I— No! I never— Why— Why would I—”

“I don’t know!” Ryota protests, his shoulders hiking up, “I didn’t question it, okay? It’s just a commission. A weird one, but I’ve drawn weirder, so it really didn’t matter.”

“D-Didn’t you feel even weirder knowing this is a real person? That you’ve talked to before?”

“Uh, I tried not to think about that. Seriously, though, it’s not that weird.”

A new voice joins: “What’s weird?”

“Gah—!” Hajime jolts and spins around, hurriedly backing away. “S-Soda.”

“Am I interrupting?”

Yes, a million times, yes.

“No. Not at all.”

Fuck.

“Cool,” Soda grins happily, “What were you guys talking about? Some weird thing?”

Hajime’s heart sinks to his stomach.

“Ah—”

“It’s just about a commission I made for Hajime,” Ryota says, far too casually, way too easily. Hajime shoots him a death glare. Ryota crumbles in on himself at the look, and starts stuttering,

“I-I mean, it’s—”

“A commission!” Soda pronounces, clearly impressed, “Man, I really wanna see more of your art.”

He turns to Hajime, his pink hair swaying, and asks: “What’d you commission him for?”

Hajime freezes. And is probably visibility deflating.

“Oh. It’s— nothing, really—”

“Just a pillow.”

Ryota.

“A pillow?” Soda gives the two of them a deeply confused frown, but focuses on Ryota, “Um, I thought you did animations and drawings, that sorta shit.”

“I-I made some artwork for a pillow.”

“It’s really nothing!” Hajime yells despite himself. Ryota and Soda both stare at him as he fumbles, fighting to continue.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Hajime can’t look them in the eyes, “I just found his drawings calming, and— I thought it might help me get more sleep at night, if his art was… in front of me…”

The excuse dissipates into the air, vaporizing alongside Hajime’s weakened voice. He clears his throat when both of them don’t say anything.

Soda walks up to him, but Hajime keeps his eyes away, trained on the ground.

A warm hand meets his shoulder, and Hajime has to force himself to look up.

“You haven’t been able to sleep well, huh?” Soda’s face is genuinely compassionate and concerned. Hajime jerks at the sincerity, shrinking in on himself, a rise of embarrassment clouding his mind.

“Yeah,” Soda nods slowly, his voice quiet. He stays silent for a second before tightening his hold on Hajime’s shoulder, reconnecting their gaze.

“If you ever need to talk, I’m here, okay?”

Hajime feels frozen in place by the intensity of the eye contact, but manages a feeble nod regardless.

Soda smiles softly and nods, letting go of him and saying:

“You’ve been having some trouble with Nagito, right?”

“Huh?”

“When he’s gonna wake up,” Soda supplies, shrugging easily, “Well, at this rate, if he’s going to wake up.”

Hajime swallows a lump in his throat.

“Ah, sorry,” Soda forces a smile, “I shouldn’t say that. Actually, you shouldn’t even worry about it! He has ultimate luck, after all. So he’s sure to wake up. Well, unless it’s luckier not to wake up from the dream he’s having…”

Hajime blinks at Soda.

Soda blinks at Hajime.

“I’m not helping, am I?” Soda says nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hajime can’t bring himself to respond.

“Shit, man, sorry,” Soda winces at himself, “Don’t give such a sad look! Cheer up. He’ll wake up. I mean, all of us woke up. He just has more—”

“Mental instability,” Hajime emptily chants. The words have been used to describe Komaeda’s state (and the reason for remaining in the pod for so long) so often that they’ve drilled a permanent stop in Hajime’s head.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Soda mutters, shaking his head, “Plus, his—”

“Health complications,” Hajime emptily fills in again, “I know.”

“Hey, c’mon!” Soda nudges Hajime’s side. He winces at the hard touch, but Soda continues, “You’ve said that if he wakes up, there’s a chance his body’ll be better! That’s something to look forward to, huh?”

Hajime stares at him. Soda is acting impossibly optimistic.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Hajime nods, clearly not assured of himself. Soda takes it anyways.

“Right on!” Soda grins, clearly satisfied. Soda turns to Ryota and shoots him a grin while Hajime recuperates, having realized Ryota had been there the entire time.

“Well, I’m off,” Soda announces, throwing up his hands and beginning to walk off, “I’ll talk to you later, Hajime!”

Hajime nods at him shortly, unable to get his voice to work, before returning his attention to Ryota.

Ryota stares at him, offering absolutely no reaction for the conversation that just occurred. But it looked like he was forcing himself not to react, which was slightly annoying.

Hajime takes a breath, tosses a glance at Soda’s retreating figure, and looks back at Ryota.

“It’s not that bad, is it?” Hajime asks.

“U-Um, what do you mean?”

“The way that I worry about Nagito,” Hajime immediately regrets the word worry, “Everyone’s acting like I’m obsessed with him or something.”

Ryota blinks at him. “Well…”

“Oh my God,” Hajime shakes his head, exasperation slapping him across the face. “You guys- You guys are impossible. Just because I care about the guy. Unlike everyone else, apparently. Just because I’m worried for him, I’m obsessed with him, right?”

He begins to walk away with a final, “Don’t bother answering that.”

Ryota doesn’t reply or follow Hajime back to his cottage.

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twisted-lies · 1 year

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༊·˚ Komahina Lovecore Stimboard :: Requested by Anonymous

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floofsters · 11 months

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HAPPY ✨PRIDE✨ MONTH EVERYBODY!!

#illustration #nagito komaeda #danganronpa nagito #hajime hinata #danganronpa hajime #pride month #hikoma #hinakoma #Hajime Hinata X Nagito Komaeda

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ikemen-trifecta · 4 months

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Komahina: Under the Mistletoe

Happy holidays, lovely readers (yes; I was eating peppermint puffs)! –Edi

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　It was only a few hours before their guests would arrive. Hajime and Nagito had ordered the traditional KFC Christmas buckets. Hajime muttered to himself.

　“Taking everyone into account, plus Akane’s affection for food, that would mean we probably have enough…”

　Nagito slinked his arm around Hajime’s waist.

　“It’ll be fine. Stop worrying so much.”

　“It's not my fault we lost the draw for who hosts this year.” Nagito opened his mouth to respond.

　“And no calling yourself trash! This is a happy holiday with no negativity!”

　“You know me too well,” Nagito said, bumping his hip against the other's. Hajime bumped back.

　“I’m your partner. Of course I know you. Now let me see if we have enough plates and cups…”

　As Hajime went about making sure everything was perfect for the party, Nagito watched from his perch on the couch, eating peppermint puffs and thinking about nothing in particular.

　Until it dawned on him. He went up to their bedroom and pulled out the ✨sacred item✨ he’d been hiding under the bed.

He rushed back downstairs, taped it to the doorframe of the kitchen, and called out.

　“Hajime~”

　He turned around to see Nagito pointing up. He was standing under mistletoe.

　“Did you put that there on purpose?” Hajime asked, already knowing the answer. Nagito smirked. Hajime couldn't help but smile as well.

　“Come here.”

　Hajime wrapped around Nagito, taking in the scent of his coconut shampoo and fresh breath from the peppermints he’d been snacking on earlier.

　“Merry Christmas,” he whispered.

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koma-hina-askblog · 2 years

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Hey there Komahina ^^. How it is going there ? Hope you two are alright. Well my question is:

What was y'all motivation to make this account? ✨

Hey there! We've been going good, thank you for asking!

Making this account was actually Hajime's idea. Funny, right? We teamed up on making a shared email, and we figured it would be fun to open up questions to everyone who wanted to ask about how our day is going.

Of course Hope's Peak and internal struggles have caused us to be away from the computer screen at times - even our Monokuma tablets had to be put down for a bit! - but we both love being here and responding to whatever questions you guys have for us.

Your support means so, so much to us both!

Thank you!!

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dragondemonessreposted · 2 years

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Nightmare (Komahina Oneshot)

Nagito Komeada x Hajime Hinata

Reposted from @dragondemoness

I just remembered that this existed-

Seeing it again for the first time in almost a year, it actually kinda sucks

Warnings: Blood and death

Hajime ran out of the restaurant, trying to find the others. After receiving a worrying message from Nagito, he quickly bolted to the restaurant, to find no one. He didn’t see anyone on his way to the beach either.

But right when he turned to enter the beach, he froze.

Fuyuhiko. Sonia. Akane. Kazuichi.

Their bloody bodies lay motionless on the beach. But before he could do anything, he heard small wimpers of pain. Then, he noticed Nagito standing there.

He was gripping Mikan by the back of her neck, and held a knife in his other hand. His once warm gray-green eyes were now swirling, and wide with insanity. Nagito always had a strong obsession with hope, but these were not eyes of hope. They were eyes of despair.

Nagito plunged the knife into Mikan’s neck, blood splattering all over the sand, dyeing it red. Mikan’s watering eyes, filled with fear, turned dull and lifeless. Nagito let her body drop to the ground. He held a twisted grin on his face. He was clearly proud of himself for his… accomplishments.

He turned his body to face Mikan.

“I am very sorry, Mikan. Will you please… Forgive me?”

The tone of his voice made Hajime flinch, and Nagito let out a twisted, maniacal laugh. All of Hajime’s uneasiness suddenly transformed into fear.

Forcing himself to move, Hajime took three small steps forward. Taking a better look at his boyfriend, his hoodie was covered in blood, and had bloody smears on his face. From the looks of the bodies and the bloodstains, they were recent.

Nagito immediately turned his body to face him.

“How nice of you to join us, Hajime! Everyone was waiting for you…”

“You-You did this, didn’t you?” Hajime struggled to speak. Nagito smirked.

“What a smart man you are. Of course it was me. They were getting in my way, so I had them removed…”

Hajime looked at Mikan’s lifeless body.

“But-But why Mikan?! What did she ever do to you?? Don’t you know that she did her best to help you when you had Liar’s Disease?!” Nagito chuckled.

“Of course. But that was before Mikan was getting close to you. A little…”

Nagito stepped towards Hajime until his face was level with his.

“…too close for my liking.”

Nagito pointed a knife at Hajime’s neck when he spoke.

“Are… Are you going to kill me…?”

Nagito was grinning again, as he traced a line from Hajime’s neck down his neck to his shoulder with his finger. With his left hand, he gently ran the side of the knife’s blade down Hajime’s side, his grin widening when he felt Hajime shiver. The blood from the knife made a trail down Hajime’s side.

“Now, now Hajime… I could never do that. You’re my hope, after all. I did all of this for us.”

Nagito cackled again, causing Hajime to flinch once more. Nagito was gone. This wasn’t his friend. His boyfriend. Nagito wouldn’t do anything so obscene. So… despairing.

But he did. And Hajime was trapped with him.

…Forever.

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Hajime woke with a start. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe. After taking a few moments to collect himself, Hajime took a moment to check his surroundings.

He was in his cottage, laying flat on his back in bed. He checked the clock on the bedside table. 2:30 AM.

He let out a sigh, simultaneously relieved that the nightmare wasn’t real, and annoyed that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.

He jumped when he heard movement next to him. He turned his head to see Nagito stirring as he turned his body to face Hajime.

That’s right. Nagito.

His boyfriend.

Hajime swiftly rolled onto his side to face away from him.

Even though he knew it was just a nightmare, he couldn’t help but flinch when Nagito placed his hand on his arm.

He felt Nagito draw his hand back as if he had touched something hot. When he gently grazed his fingers on Hajime’s arm, he tensed, but didn’t reject the touch.

Nagito fully placed his hand on Hajime’s hand again, and felt the boy’s muscles relax, though his body was stiff.

“What’s wrong, love?” Nagito asked with a sleepy tone. Hajime gulped. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how Nagito would react if Hajime told him about the nightmare.

What if he really thought Hajime thought he was a murderer? He would be so offended.

“Nothing,” Hajime forced out. Nagito began to gently rub his arm.

“I can see that something’s wrong. I felt you tossing and turning in your sleep, and you flinched when I tried to touch you. Please tell me what’s wrong,” Nagito pleaded.

“It was a nightmare,” Hajime finally admitted. “But I can’t explain it. I don’t want to offend you.”

Hajime couldn’t see, but he could guess that Nagito raised his eyebrows in confusion.

“Why would I be offended by a nightmare? You can’t control your dreams.”

Hajime supposed that was true.

He took a deep breath in, and started to explain.

“I received a message from you, saying that I wouldn’t have to worry about death or despair anymore. I headed to the restaurant, but it was empty. Then I headed to the beach, and everyone was dead. And there you were in the middle, with blood on your clothes and an expression of complete despair.”

Hajime felt Nagito stiffen in surprise, but the white haired boy continued to rub his arm as he waited for Hajime to continue.

“After you killed Mikan, you turned to me. You said that the others got in your way, so you removed them. You didn’t kill me, though. You only killed the others so we would be alone together. Forever.”

Nagito was silent for a moment. Hajime was worried that he was offended before he felt his boyfriend wrap his arm around Hajime’s torso and pulled him close. Nagito pressed his stomach into Hajime’s back and rested his chin on his head.

“That does sound frightening. But I can assure you that I would never kill anyone. As much as I relish the thought of being with you forever, I would never harm or kill anyone to achieve that. That would be far too despairing for me to do.”

Hajime managed a smile. Of course Nagito wouldn’t harm anyone. He was just too hopeful.

Nagito let out a chuckle. “Is that a smile I see?” He lightly teased. Hajime let out a chuckle of his own. “Maybe.”

Nagito smiled and pressed a kiss to his head.

“Are you feeling better, love?” Nagito asked. Hajime held his hand that was wrapped around his waist. “Yeah. Thank you, Nagi.”

Nagito held him tighter. “Of course. Now, what do you say we go back to sleep?”

Hajime nodded and tried to turn his body to face his boyfriend, but Nagito wouldn’t budge.

Hajime chuckled and pressed his back against Nagito’s stomach. He supposed he would let Nagito be the big spoon. The nightmare way in the back of his mind, Nagito’s warmth and his breathing, along with his heartbeat relaxed Hajime, and he could feel his eyelids growing heavier.

Nagito kissed his head once more before whispering, “Goodnight, my hope. Sweet dreams.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa goodbye despair #komahina #hajime hinata x nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda

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clickingkeys · 2 years

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Day Nineteen: Game Night

Fandom:Super Dangan Ronpa 2 Relationships: Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito Summary: Pre-Despair. Hope’s Peak’s Class 77 have invited a few guests over for a Game Night. Nagito prefers to be alone and just watch the others have fun, until Junko finds a creative way to out his crush on the Reserve Course student.

Another story of just the characters kinda hanging out. I hope you enjoy. :3

#nhhpromptober #komahina #hinakoma #hikoma #dr2 #danganronpa halloween #hajime hinata x nagito komaeda #pre-despair

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thefox-i · 8 months

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Akane would hold him like a man holds a fish🧍‍🐟

#my art #fanart #danganronpa #dangaronpa 2 #akane owari #mahiru koizumi #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #hajime x nagito #comic #meme

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bzil111 · 3 months

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komahina doodle dump!

#komahina #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #hinakoma #consistent art style? don’t know her #hajime x nagito #komahina fanart #art dump #bzil.art #sdr2 fanart #messing around with goofier styles so i can sketch easier

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komaedapilled · 1 month

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#danganronpa #hajime x nagito #hajime hinata #komahina #hinakoma #nagito komaeda

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tumbleweedmemethemes · 5 months

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Been a while huh?

Honestly I missed posting Komahina art so I decided to dedicate to one of my favourite Disney movies (Disney’s 1989 release of the Little Mermaid)

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sillyfishies · 2 months

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It's getting too dark to go out yourself, why not take a friend?

(Alt image without nagitos little zzzz)

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lxvenderdreamy · 11 months

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💜The SDR2 Boys with an S/O who is drop dead GORGEOUS💜

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Basically the sdr2 boys with an S/o who is just..perfect. Just absolutely beautiful, stunning, gorgeous.

🍊Hajime Hinata🍊

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

He is absolutely losing it.

He has never seen someone so beautiful like what the actual hell-

Hajime would be SO nervous to even go up and talk to you. Like he feels as if he isn’t good enough to even walk up to you.

When he finally gets his head out of his ass and talks to you, he’s a blushing mess and he’s stuttering while your just there like:ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ

He cant even look you in the eye.

Your beauty is too damn bright what the hell

When y’all start dating, he kinda has more control over how he gets around you since now he’s gonna be seeing you everyday!!

Sometimes he wonders why you would even care to date a plain guy like him while your just a walking model everywhere you go

He ain’t complaining though

on y’all’s first ever date he is anxious, like he’s sweating bullets.

what can y’all do on a island during a damn killing game

Like he did NOT know what to do or how to plan a date with you. He just did not know because he was everything to be absolutely perfect.

He was so relieved when you said that you didn’t care where y’all’s date was, just as long as your with your boyfriend then that’s all that matters

In conclusion, Hajime loves you deeply. He was kinda anxious and nervous when he first talked to you but now since you two are dating he’s more open to you. He doesn’t just love you for how beautiful you are, but he loves you for your personality. He loves you inside and out and that’s all that matters to him.

🍀Nagito Komaeda🍀

Okay-

…he’s more open to you when you first talk. But MANNNNN…he is cutting himself UP.

Like he feels like he doesn’t even deserve to be talking, breathing, looking, eating, or ANYTHING near you cause like your just…DAMN.

“Of course, a lowly person like me shouldn’t be talking to someone as gorgeous to you.”-SHHHH

He just can’t take it with you. Your just so MWAH.

Despite all the harsh things he says about himself, he actually is in love with you but is to scared to ask you out because…yeah.

So your gonna have to make the first move-but dont even worry about it girl. He’s not would, or is…he WILL say YES. Don’t even stress about it cause your gonna get that Y-E-S.

When y’all are dating, he treats you like a princess🩷

He loves you sm, despite being on a killer island he still tries to make it very loving and fun with you

Lots of hugs and kisses and compliments from him while degrading himself

You remind him so many times to the point where you lose count that he’s not trash and that he deserves all this love from you

He cant help it, at all

The date is at the beach. y’all play in the ocean and splash each other

In conclusion, he tries. He tries to make sure that you have fun and your always have a good day with him. Yes, he may be a handful with his comments about himself and..a little crazy in general but you don’t let that get in the way of your relationship. You love him, he loves you, you both love each other.

🐹Gundham Tanaka🐹

Definitely calls you a Queen of some sort.

Easily gets flustered around you and when talking to you.

Occasionally, compliments you and addresses you by calling you (whatever) Queen when mentioning you.

He allows you to pet his Four Dark Devas, the Dark Devas loves you sm

When he’s ready to confess, he would make it romantically dramatic but it’s also so cute. Of course you accept his confession and you guys are now a sweet couple.

He is so blessed to have you

On y’all’s first date is romantically special, it’s filled with you guys spending time together for the whole day holding hands and enjoying each others presence.

You guys sometimes sleep with one another. The dark devas would sleep on different places on you. Such as your head, waist, in the crook of your neck and even sometimes on your face. it’s really funny when you wake up with a sleeping soft hamster on your face, making you smile and laugh.

He loves your smile, your laugh, everything. Everything about you brings him love and joy

He tells you about his Ultimate, you happily listen to him as the dark devas lay on your head.

In conclusion, you two are very close. There’s funny times, happy times, and even awkward times with the two of you but even so, it’s great. It’s filled with so many things, things are new everyday with each other.

🔧Souda Kazuichi🔧

Where do I start…

Oh lord, OHHH LORD.

* chef kisses* He loves you. He is acting like how he was acting with Sonia.

He was kinda stuck on Sonia for a bit but he fell into your hands. He is an actual simp for you it’s not even funny at this point.

Compliments on the daily, ON THE DAILY.

Even when you look tired, all messy from bed hair he is still complimenting you regardless.

He treats you like a queen, he helps you so much, he is just blushing everytime you guys make eye contact or chat.

It doesn’t matter who confesses but…it would be you. Souda is very open to his crush on you, VERY open. He tells the others about you, talks about you constantly, thinks about you-

When you confess it’s a dream come true.

He hugs you so tight as he rambles on about how he also has a crush on you and tells you all of his feelings, which you weren’t listening to because you knew from the very start.

The date is fun ngl.

Y’all go to the beach, he buys you things from the store, you eat together (involves Souda yelling at TeruTeru for flirting with you)

Everything is just exciting.

You allow him to play with your hair when your bored or just for fun.

You guys laugh A LOT.

He gives the BIGGEST and BEST hugs and kisses. Like with kisses, he just kisses you all over. With hugs, it’s the most coziest, tight, hug you ever receive and it will be forever. It’s just amazing.

In conclusion, Y’all’s relationship is beautiful in its very own way. He’s a great boyfriend and is actually really happy that you have the same feelings for him as he does with you. It makes him happy that you would choose him over any guy whose probably better than him. Their not, in your eyes and heart he is the one for you.

💛Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu💛

Like always, he is a bitch on the outside..always and forever will be:.

But he is absolutely CRUSHING on you on the inside.

He tries to stay FAR away from you as possible, dragging Peko along with him.

Of course, Peko notices this and figures it out pretty easily that her master is crushing on you. She asks Fuyuhiko about it and of course he denies it completely but eventually gives up and admits that he is head over heels over you.

When you two finally talk (Peko was encouraging Fuyuhiko too be the one to talk to you due to him just running away) he is very bashful and stammering over his words as he curses at himself in his head.

You find this cute but you don’t want to get him all pissy cause this is the first time you guys talked and you noticed how he scrambled away when you try to talk to him.

After you guys talk a little more, a little more turns into more. He starts getting even more stressed about his insane crush on you.

Peko has to help him out with this and helps him confess his feelings for you.

He’s tsundere how you accepted his feelings for you and told him about yours but really, he is relieved that you accept his feelings and is losing his shit on the inside.

Peko helps him set up a small date at the cabin and tells everyone just to not bug y’all. God bless her.

You guys are food and chat happily, laughing and teasing one another in a playful manner. The date was a successful, funny, and playful time for the both of you and you guys enjoyed every single second, minute, and hour.

You guys hang out together most of the time.

Peko joins along and you two got closer of course, becoming the best of friends.

When Peko sadly passes away, you comforted Fuyuhiko and hold him close as you cried too. Despite this inconvenience, you two manage to stay close and be there for one another. Even when he had slit his own stomach. You were worried for him and stuck by his side in til he was better.

in conclusion, your love for one another is beautiful. It’s strong and lovable. You make sure that both of you are okay with all that’s happened and hold each others hand throughout it all, not losing or drifting away from one another. It’s a blessing, a hope, a wish. Something that’s beautiful.

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