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magioftheseas · 4 years

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The Hinata/Kamukura Files - Recent Patients’ Thoughts

Written for @the-hinata-project

Day 6: Heterochromia/Hope Arc Hinata/Kamukura -or- Boats/BBQ/Friendship

Rating: PG

Warnings: There’s some references to past despair but it’s mild.

Notes: I was going to do all the sdr2 kids but decided to stop with all the ones who died in the simulation. The survivors will get their day tomorrow. For now, I didn’t want this one significantly longer than the others. It’s still pretty long though. It’s really hard to write in all the different voices but I did my best and I hope this counts for something.

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It’s funny, for a boy who thought nothing of himself to mean the world to everyone else. You don’t believe me? I’m not terribly good at words, so I’ll pass on the torch in this case.

Hinata Hajime is someone who I suppose I envied. A person who accepted himself even after desiring to be someone else for so long.

“It’s because what I have is more precious than talent,” he said. When he had supposedly been chasing talent all his life.

I envied that—perhaps I also sensed it. He’s definitely a person that can be trusted in spite of his mysteries. His identity not quite being as set in stone as it should be.

I understand that, likely better than anyone. That’s why I—well.

It’s why we are friends, I suppose.

Hinata-kun’s perfect and delectable in many, many ways! Fine personality, fine face, finer a—

Cough. Cough. It seems I’ve been struck.

More seriously I suppose, Hinata-kun is a kind and adorable sort of person. He’s been through a lot but he’s still innocent. He’s someone that I’m sure Mama would adore me bringing back home.

He’s rough around the edges, but as sweet and homely as red bean paste. Truly wonderful.

Hinata’s super unreliable, but he’s motivated and considerate if nothing else. It’s honestly a little embarrassing to praise the guy, but... I do remember a bit more about him.

He was classmates with Satou. And even Kuzuryuu’s sister. I heard—that he was friends with her. With that sister. And yet, I remember Satou mentioning that he’s not the worst offhandedly when I had asked back then. I hear he blames himself for what happened. Back then.

It makes me so angry I want to cry. I’m still fighting off the urge to tell him off! But, the realization that he saw an entirely different side to that conflict—I’ve been thinking about that.

I don’t hate him. I like him a lot, actually. He’s described my photographs in a way that warmed my heart.

He may be unreliable, but I still have places I need to improve, too. So, I think the two of us are fine as long as we keep trying.

We don’t have much of a relationship but it goes without saying that I’m aware he’s a kind person. He’s close to someone I—care very much about, as well.

Truth be told, I’ve been drawn as of late to that other presence. The one called Kamukura Izuru. Someone who is very different and yet very similar to myself.

It is not very often I wonder what would have happened to myself if I was never taken in by the Kuzuryuu family. I sincerely do not believe it would have been a normal life regardless. Even now the idea of seeing myself as normal is incomprehensible.

“It is how you lived,” Kamukura would say oh so dully.

“We’re all struggling to be normal,” Hinata would hurriedly add, smile strained.

And both are true, aren’t they? I am aware—that both of them are right.

And I am grateful for many reasons that go beyond expected.

They’re both wimps and cowards, but that’s why they need to be protected. That’s what I definitely think—even though I definitely want to mess with them until they keel.

Hinata-nii in particular is still so easy to mess with. Kamukura-nii is less so, but that just makes me more determined. It’s a welcome distraction from all the bullshit we deal with beyond ourselves.

...

We really shouldn’t be alive, y’know? We’ve done way too many fucked up shit to ever make up for it, so I don’t even see the point. But, because of those two, we’re all here anyway. Because of those two, the others are trying to live. Mahiru-nee and all those idiots—even...her.

That might count for something. It might not. I don’t know. I don’t really care.

I’m too stubborn to fall behind at this point. And I might struggle, and I might have to bite the hands that get offered to me by Hinata-nii, but I—

I think we’ll manage somehow, even after we inevitably fall back down.

The person you are takes a lot to nurture and blossom, you know?! Hajime-chan has made that much clear! He’s always struggling, sometimes his arms are all wobbly like noodles! And yet, he keeps on beating that drum I got him!

We’re all struggling but making noise—and I think the louder, the prouder!

There are still days where we scream our hearts out, even to the point it blows out our throats. It’s a good thing, then, that Izuru-chan has the talents to deal with that. Him and—even Mikan-chan can help a lot. We’ve all gotten really good at supporting each other!

But, I’m also sure a day will come when we go our separate ways. It’s heartbreaking, maybe even despairing, but despite that, I won’t be alone even when on my own.

It’s fun—how we’re all so different and yet glued together by our experiences. And we have Hajime-chan to thank for that, don’t we?

It’s, um, difficult to figure out the words to say. And it’s also so...so difficult to get on your own feet. I still struggle a lot more than I probably should. It’s hard. Even now I have to remind myself where I am—who I’ve become with everything that happened.

It’s horrible, but—I still miss her. I miss Nanami-san too, of course, but—it’s horrible that I miss a terrible person, too.

“It is expected,” Kamukura-san had said. “Regardless of the circumstances, your feelings had ran deep.”

“You’re not a bad person, Tsumiki,” Hinata-san reassured me. Hinata-san reassured me, and Kamukura-san had nodded as well—even though they both hated her so much. Even though they couldn’t understand at all.

They really were so...so kind...

It’s so...difficult but...it’s worth living for.

It’s important to live and work hard every day, despite the failures along the way.

That’s always been clear but with Hinata, it’s been even clearer.

He’s the kind of guy who takes on a lot—a real athlete, even discounting Kamukura’s obvious advantages in strength. Kamukura was supposed to be unmotivated—but like hell I’d allow that!

They both need to work hard! Run until they’re high on fumes! Beginning to end!

But it’s our duty to support them. It’s my duty to guide them, since I’m supposed to be acting as a coach right?!

In the past—I may have let a lot of people down. I may have even pushed them to the brink. I won’t lie, waking up was hell, but training from hell is just par for the course, isn’t it? Gyahaha!

I’ll support them, and they’ll support us in return—we’re all a team after all.

There are few titles befitting of such a being. However, he is and always shall be the singularity. The singularity of our realm who had crawled his way out of an imprisonment of his own design. Someone who voided their existence—only to return.

Something like that could be called almost godly, but Hinata Hajime, the singularity, is as mortal as can be. He is still weak to humanity’s faults. He can be meek. He can be hesitant. He can be cowardly.

However, he still pushed through—and he is ultimately the reason that our world and our own reason was restored. To call that a feat would be inarguable.

There is—much to be grappled with. Even someone such as I can confront difficulty, but there is no greater privilege than to live and live I shall. Death is a mere afterthought—I have already died twice, fufufu.

But, I live again because of him.

For that, I...will not forget.

Ahaha, wait, it’s my turn again? Hasn’t this been dragging on for too long already? I’ve already had my moment before, too.

That doesn’t count? What are you even saying? Someone like me shouldn’t count in the first place.

I chose to die within the simulation. But, so did Kamukura-kun. Hinata-kun also chose to die when he accepted the terms for that wretched project all those years ago.

I suppose it’s only to be expected that we all remain, wretched beings that we are alongside everyone else.

...

It’s because of both of them that we turned out the way we did. I hate them, but I love them, too. I’m not like everyone else, who are all irrevocably kind and appreciative.

There’s still one other ‘victim’ that deserves to speak but she’s no longer here. Expected. But still—unfortunate, I suppose. She was quite cared about.

In her stead, I’ll make sure those two don’t falter. That their future is seized with no chance of escape. It’s not because of my own gratitude. I’m not that selfish.

Hinata-kun...and Kamukura-kun...

I do want to see how you two will shape that future.

It looks bright already.

#thehinataproject2019 #hajime hinata #hinata hajime #izuru kamukura #kamukura izuru #because it's all the kids who 'died' in sdr2 there's #way too many to tag #I was going to include the survivors too but it just got so long so we're sticking with the ones that had to be woken up #sorry #I still hope you enjoy because this was probably the hardest one to write for obvious reasons lol #Magi Fics

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shsl-lukewarm-fan · 6 years

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A Good Ending We All Deserve (Chapter 1)

A/N: So, I’ve decided to write a fanfic! Hinanami, whooo!!!! So, this is set in an AU in Despair Arc where the Kamukura Project did happen, but Enoshima Junko didn’t take over the school. Watch the entirety of Danganronpa 3 Despair Arc before watching this! Or don’t, that’s fine too. But anyways, have fun reading!

Edit: So I had a friend of mine read over this, and he suggested quite a few changes. This is the updated version of the first chapter.

“Nee, Hajime.” Chiaki mumbles as she futilely struggles to hold back her tears. “Nee, do you remember me?”

Izuru is silent. His red eyes stare piercingly at her. This, coupled with his long, black hair that reaches his feet, would unnerve anyone, but not Chiaki. She pressed on.

“We used to play Gala Omega together by the water fountain,” Chiaki continued. “Nee, please tell me that you do remember me.”

Izuru continues staring at her in silence.

“Please!” She quietly sobbed. “I want to play more games with you!”

“Alright, class, today we have a new student!” Yukizome-sensei announces to her class.

“Eh? Who is it, sensei? Ibuki likes having new classmates!” Mioda Ibuki excitedly raises her hand.

“Hmph, as long as he doesn’t get in my way, I’m good.” Kuzuryu spat.

Komaeda beams. “My, my, another talented person to add to our class! I can just imagine how much greater our hope will increase!

“Jeez, Komaeda, you’re always going on and on about hope,” Kazuichi was disgusted. “I’m fucking sick of it! Can you just stop with it already! This is why no one in this class likes you!”

Komaeda put his hand up, “Ah I am so sorry. I’m just mere trash and I know that I’m not worthy of being with talented individuals like you.”

Meanwhile, Saionji casually continues eating from her bag of gummy bears, “Eh I’m fine with whoever he is as long as he doesn’t associate with this pig barf.”

“Ehhhhh????!!!! Please don’t hate me!!!! I promise that I won’t be a bother to you or anyone!!!” Tsumiki bawled upon Hiyoko’s insult.

“Come on, Saionji, you should stop insulting Tsumiki,” Koizumi reprimanded.

“Ehhh? But who even likes this rotten orange excuse for a human?” Hiyoko whined.

Nanami Chiaki continues playing her video games, content with how her classmates -- and friends -- are interacting with and talking over each other.

Seeing as her students are getting distracted, Yukizome-sensei raised her voice to once again gather her class’s attention.

“Guys, quiet down! You’re being disrespectful to the new student! Izuru? You can come in now.”

The class quiets down as an individual with long hair enters. This is a completely unusual site for them. Everything about this person makes him stand out. His jet black hair reaches his feet and perfectly matches the black suit that he is wearing. He is slow, and he wears a bored facial expression, as though he is uninterested in the class or in even life itself.

Chiaki looks up from her console as the student walks in. There is something that seems very familiar about him, as if she had seen him somewhere. No. Not just seen him. She knew him. At least that’s what she thinks. She wonders why this boy seems so familiar to her. He definitely piqued her interest, so she turns off her video game console and put it back in her backpack.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself, Izuru?” Yukizome-sensei laughs somewhat nervously.

His red eyes stare lazily to the back wall of the classroom. In a monotone, he introduced himself.

“My name is Kamukura Izuru. I am the Ultimate Hope. You all bore me.”

At the sound of that familiar voice, realization breaks all over Chiaki. Hinata Hajime! The student from the Reserve Course that she had been friends with before his sudden disappearance from her life a few months ago! “Hinata-kun?!!” She thought. “Hajime?!”

However, as Chiaki is emotionally overwhelmed by this unexpected reunion, Izuru’s comment angers Fuyuhiko. “What did this guy just say??!!!! Are you looking for a fight, bastard??!!”

“Now, Kuzuryu, calm down. You have to get along with your classmate,” Yukizome-sensei reprimanded. “Now, let’s hope that we will have a good year together and that you will have fun being a part of this class, Izuru!”

Ibuki exclaimed. “Whoo hoo!!!! I like how gloomy he is!!! You’re gonna be my inspiration for so many songs! Welcome, Izuru-chan!!!”

“Hehe, the heavens and earth approves of this newfound addition to this hellish association. I, Tanaka Gundam, and my Four Dark Devas welcome you!” Gundam shouts, and his four hamsters squeak in agreement.

The entire class cheers and each person shouts their approval. All except for one. Chiaki. It’s not so much that she doesn’t approve of this addition. No. She is overwhelmed with a contradictory mix of emotions. She is happy upon this reunion with her long-lost best friend who she deeply, deeply cares about. She had waited at the gates of the Reserve Course for almost a month ever since the last time they met at the water fountain where they had play video games together. She waited and waited to no avail, hoping that she would see him walking out of the gates. So of course she is happy upon seeing him again!

This was not the only emotion she felt, however. She was distraught upon his appearance. Why must he change so much? Why does he not seem like … him … anymore?

She can only stare confused and unsure at Hajime while the class enthusiastically welcomes Izuru.

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