*knock knock knock*

            You get up from your bed and open the door tired from gaming all night with a look of confusion on your face.

            "It's like 9pm...I thought everyone is supposed to be in their cottages by 10..."

Straightening up, you greet your sad looking visitor.

            "K-Komaeda-kun...hey...you okay?" You ask worriedly.

Nagito nods and sighs, looking up from the ground and making hard eye contact with you.

            "I'm so so sorry to come to you and be a bother this late, however...I want to talk to you about something..."

             "Of course. Come on in. Sit wherever you'd like." You welcomed and lead him over to your bed sitting next to him.

Nagito curls himself into a ball as he sits up, arms wrapped around his legs that are pressed up against his chest as you do the same, hiding yourself in your sweatshirt.

           "I've been thinking about the question you asked me earlier....about depression..." He starts. "I want to tell you everything..."

You nod silently and dig your head further into your knees.

"Honestly..." Nagito says sighing. "...I don't like saying I despair, but that's just what it is. With my luck...it just is what it is."

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"Well...I've always had my luck...if you could even call it luck...with a good thing or lucky thing that happens to me, an unlucky one always occurs with it...

You nod and continue listening.

"When I was young...I was constantly neglected by my parents and abused by our maids and butlers...my family is very wealthy...everything really started back in elementary school when my parents and I were going on vacation. Our plane crashed...I was the only survivor...the lucky part of it...I gained all my parents wealth and freedom...next...I was kidnapped by a serial killer. He wanted my family's money but because all the rest of my family is deceased and no one was there for me to pay the money on time, I was left in a trash bag in a garbage container, though the outcome was a winning million dollar lottery ticket that I found when I escaped."

"Komaeda-kun...."

His name was the only thing you could think to mutter out at the sad tale.

"So yeah,"Nagito let out with a sigh. "I guess depression is what I have...why I decide to use my useless "talent" as they call it to aid others and use myself as a stepping stone. I want to be useful to the real talents."

"I...I'm so sorry..." You say quietly. "That's terrible...I can't even imagine what else you've gone through..."

Nagito chuckles.

"It's okay (Y/N)-san." He assures you putting a hand on your shoulder. "That's why you should always have hope. You're such an amazing person. You remind me of my dog...the only person who accepted trash like myself....I just wish he was still around. His death is the only reason I'm in hopes peak though..."

You turn to him, your faces only inches apart as you look into each other's eyes.

"Komaeda-kun..."

Nagito smiles and blushes, turning away soon after getting a good look at your face and sighs again.

"You're a special one (F/N) (L/N)." He says turning back to look at you. "Say...tell me...what's it like being the Ultimate Nerd? Having an actual talent?!"

You laugh a little at the question and sigh looking up at the ceiling of your cottage.

"Well..." You start. "You get made fun of a lot that's for sure!"

You two share a chuckle and continue talking. In the middle of conversing, both of your back pockets vibrate and you pull out your handbooks.

             "Ah, another hope fragment!" Nagito lets out. "Monomi did explain those to you correct?"

You nod and smile.

              "Yes, thank you though! Hey, also, how about tomorrow we have breakfast together?"

Nagito gasps and holds back a cough from his excitement.

               "That sounds wonderful! Thank you (Y/N)-San! I can't wait!"

Nagito gets up off your bed and heads to the front door.

              "Now then, I believe I've overstayed my welcome. I'll be leaving now. I hope I didn't bother you too much."

"Not at all Komaeda-kun! See you tomorrow!" You say as you wave goodbye when he opens the door and leaves. As the door comes to a close, you sigh and lay down on your back looking up at the ceiling...

"That is one unlucky guy....I want to know more about him..."