《String//Nagito Komeada》(9)
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You've been with Hajime for a couple weeks now, and all seems to go well. You and Hajime seem to really click. Same interests, same tastes in music, (mostly) same opinions on things. You're happier than you've ever imagined you could be.
Occasionally, though, you find yourself thinking about Nagito. And when you do, it hurts. Hell, it nearly crippled you one more than one time. You can't fathom how the hell one day, you two were so into each other, just best friends in love- and the next- you can't even remember his birthday, just cause, well, it doesn't matter anymore.
"Thinking about him again?" Hajime asks, sounding gentle, yet slightly annoyed.
"Yeah I-" You sigh. "-Sorry. I know you hate when I do that."
Hajime shrugs. "It's fine."
There's a small silence.
"Oh, hey (Y/N), wanna go out later? I wanna talk to you about something."
You nod. "Yea sure." You stand up from the couch you were previously standing on. You walk over to the bathroom to- well use it.
Now- you love Hajime to death and all, but he has one small flaw.
He can be awfully boring at times.
Hajime is one of those guys, where when you text him "Hey how are you?" he replies with: "Ok." and when you text him "How was your day?" He replies "Ok."
Excuse the long metaphor, but it's the unfortunate truth you live in.
"Hey sweetie!" You call. "When do you wanna leave?"
Even though you're in another room, you hear Hajime shrug. "I dunno, whenever you want."
Ah, that's another thing. He plans things then has you decide when you leave to do said things.
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"Uhhh what about 6?"
"Ok."
"I'm gonna shower while I'm in here!"
"Okkkkkk."
Is this what life will be like forever? Who knows.
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(ooo change up ~c)
I deeply regret this decision to be with this girl.
She is not my soulmate- (Y/N) is.
I can barely stand her! She neglected to tell me she has kids- no, not human ones.
Furry ones.
And not the cute dogs, no no. Evil cats. Who pee on everything.
"Nagitooo! Midnight peed on some stuff in your office! Sorrrrryyyyy! Will you clean it up?"
This is the life, huh?
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"Okayyyy Hajime. What do you wanna talk about."
"Relax, we just got here." Hajime huffs.
You lightly chuckle. "Sorryyyy! You know me- eager to learn."
Hajime smiles. "I know." He takes your hand, which had been resting on the table. "I'm the same way."
There's a few seconds of awkward silence. Hajime has a weird look on his face- his thinking look.
"Hey- If we uh- were to uh- you know- have kids-" Hajime coughs awkwardly. "Do- you think- uh- they would be like that? Eager? And in love with learning? And in love with orange juice?"
You laugh at the last little bit. "I would think so."
Ohgodohgodohhgod he's thinking about kids. Are you even ready for those- things?
"Hey- Uh- Okay. I was gonna do this later but I really just can't wait." Hajime takes a deep breath in.
The brunette boy stands up, reaches into his pants pocket, grabs something then he gets down on one knee, right next to you.
"(Your full name) Will you marry me?"
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After being shouted at to clean up literal cat piss I stand up and go to the office, plugging my nose when I enter. I see where the evil furball peed, cause the damn cat is still there, staring at me and grinning.
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I swear it was grinning.
I pick up the despair-animal, and toss it out of the room. "Go find hope, silly cat." I say to the animal.
God i'm becoming psycho, just like my "soulmate"
I walk over to see what papers the sin-creature ruined this time. It's not much, just a box from high school. Nothing much is damaged, mostly just the box itself.
I take out all the things and look at them. All my fellow classmates, who called me the Ultimate Luck- mostly as a sarcastic name. Sometimes it applied. I chuckle at the memories as I flip through the pictures. Soon, I
come to a picture of- oh- (Y/N) and I. I stare at it in my hand. Something... wet falls
onto the picture.
Oh, ahah, I'm crying. Funny.
I miss her so much.
She was everything right in the universe. That girl- (Your full name) would of given up all the stars in the galaxy to make me smile just a small tiny bit. And I would of- no still would- do the same for her. She just means everything to me.
Oh gosh I- I think-
No, wait I know-
I know I have to get her back.
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(819) hahahahahahahahahahshjdldkfd sorry if the pov change is weird i just wanted two dramatic endings wheeeeeee okay gn enjoy this mess
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