(Nagito's POV)

"Ah, you're late, Hinata-kun." I exclaimed. You're the last one here."

I see Hinata-kun tilt his head.

I open my mouth to speak.

"There's a corridor with several rooms beyond this door. Everyone's waiting for you in the room at the far end of the corridor." I inform him attempting to be somewhat helpful.

I watch as Hinata-kun's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

           " ...Aren't you coming too?" He asks curiously.

I choke out a laugh and put my hands on my hips.

           "Sonia-san... " I begin. "She truly is a Super High-school Level Princess.
She came to me and sincerely asked me and (Y/N) to come too... She sure understands the feelings of us commoners."

I look at him and shoot him a care free smile with all my might.

          "But... I am not so unaware of my position that I'd just come striding into the room with everyone." I say chuckling in a way that covers my feelings. "I mean... I'd just be a hindrance to such an emotional scene, wouldn't I?"

Hinata-kun looks at me confused.
         
        "You..." he says. "Wait, did you just say "emotional"?"

I cross my arms and open my mouth to speak, internally proud and amazed at the confidence of Hinata-kun. He truly is interesting.

         "I envy you, Hinata-kun." I tell him honestly.

At this point, Hinata-kun looks at me more confused than ever and I laugh to myself.
      
            "You... do? He asks. "Why?"

I sigh happily keeping a smile on my face.

            "You don't even know your own talent, and yet you act like one of the group without even a hint of anxiety..." I tell him. "That's some incredible self confidence you have!"

Hinata-kun hit stares at me flabbergasted.

            "...I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not." He adds as I put out my hands in front of me and continue on.

             "I'm not! I'm really not!" I say I'm defense smiling. "But... honestly. What is that talent of yours?"

I put my hand onto my chin and think carefully.

              "It's been so long and you still can't remember what it is. Must be some incredible talent..."

I look up again as Hinata-kun sighs.

             "Well, don't ask me. He shoots back. "It's not really my fault that I can't remember, is it?"

I nod.

               "Yeah, you're right...Ah," I catch myself mid way. "I'm sorry. I'm holding you up with my boring conversation..." I laugh slightly. "Go ahead, join the others."

Hinata-kun nods skeptically.

                "And...last thing...where's (Y/N)-San?" He asks.

                 "Oh!" I let out. "She's in the room waiting for you as well. That girl really is something. She tried so hard to convince someone like me that it was okay to see Fuyuhiko!" I say with a giggle.

I watch as Hinata-kun nods again and walks out of the room towards Fuyuhiko's holding center and I pause to think for a moment.

            "Now then." I say to myself. "Time to go back to the cottage!"

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           Closing the door to my cottage, I whip around and punch the wall angrily and fall to the ground in a ball, hiding my face in my knees as I crouch down uncomfortably and go over thoughts in my head.

           "Garbage....just garbage...." I say to myself. "I don't want to hurt her. I never want to hurt her. Dammit do I like her or something?! Why do I keep thinking about her?!"

Thoughts roam around my head frantically and my heart races as my body tenses and I begin to breath heavily.

         "I can't like her..."

                 "I can't hurt her..."

                       "I'm going to kill her..."

                             "I don't want to bother her...."

                                   "WHY?!"

In the middle of my rush of panic I start to tear up from the anxiety and pain in my chest. I tug at my hair and dig my face further into my knees scared of what to do. Yet I've been dealing with panic attacks, nightmares, and pain for my entire life, it never gets less inconvenient and hurts more every time. More and more I've been finding myself tighten up around (Y/N)-san. I've been refusing to tell her about my condition...my sickness...I'm afraid she'll think it's weird. I'm afraid...of her...

          Getting up from my crouched position on the floor I run towards the wall and hit myself up against it. I have to snap out of it. Eventually I just stand there...crying...not knowing what to do. I flop down on my bed and cry...just cry...I cry for my parents...my dog...my situation....I want to die more than anything. I've been wishing for the sweet embrace of death for as long as I could remember. Hope is where death is. Hope is where pain lies not. Suddenly I find myself cracking up, laughing like an insane person all over again.

        "Ahhhh sweet sweet hope...(Y/N)...my beauty...my hope...."

I smile and sigh.

          "Well then....it seems like I'm in love..."

I lay on my back in my bed and slip my coat, shirt, and pants off, throwing them to the side of the room and getting under the covers and blankets. Looking up at the ceiling, a single tear streams down my face and I close my eyes slowly trying to forget my conclusion.

         "...how unfortunate..."