*Nagito's third POV*

Nagito waited for Hajime to come back, because Mikan and Sonia refused to let him stay the night. Nagito sighed and looked out the window. "He's not coming back..." Nagito muttered to himself. He knew everyone despised him. Why, he didn't understand.

He got up and opened the door. He looked around to make sure Mikan and Sonia weren't around before walking out. He grabbed his clothes and quickly got changed in his room before leaving. He unconsciously walked around, finding himself in front of the old building next to the hotel.

Nagito sighed at his luck. "Of course, I'd be lead to the same place where I was trapped. Where everyone stayed away from me like I was the plague..." He walked inside, the old building creaking in protest that he was wandering around.

Nagito sighed, remembering. He was explaining to Teruteru how he was going to kill in the name of hope. Teruteru called him crazy as fear took over him. Then, Byakuya stopped him from grabbing the knife, and Teruteru killed Byakuya thinking it was him. Nagito ran a hand through his wild hair.

"Why do they all think that? They think I'm crazy, psychotic, a murderer. I'm none of those things. I just wanted to help them get off alive, I wanted to be a stepping stone for their hope, I wanted to help them get away from Monokuma and back to Hope's Peak Academy. They don't understand that I was willing to sacrifice myself for them! That if trash like me just left, then they would have more hope!"

Nagito sighed again, but it soon turned into chuckles. Chuckles turned into laughter, and soon he was laughing like a maniac, his eyes swirling with hope and despair. He covered his face with his hand, the robotic one clutching at his side as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

"But it was simply wonderful seeing all the Ultimates working together and agreeing that lowly scum like me was a psychopath!" He said, taking a deep breath.

"Ah, it was amazing, seeing them all fight off the despair of losing a friend and bringing hope to themselves by finding the murderer, also one of their friends! And Hinata-kun... How he would always try to bring hope to everyone, even though he's just a Reserve Course Student, nothing special."

"But of course, even though trash like me has a higher rank over him, he was still respected by all the other Ultimates. He was still kind to me and still loved me even though I was a total bitch to him. He still assured me that I wasn't trash, that he loves me, that no matter what he would always be there for me..."

His eyes stopped swirling and were back to their grey-green color, with a look of longing. "Hinata-kun still loves me... But what did trash like me do to deserve his love? Why does he love trash like me? There are others far better like Chiaki... Oh right... Well, Hinata-kun deserves better than me."

Nagito turned and left the building. He walked to the military area on the fifth island and looked around for a gun. Not finding one, he instead took one of the military knives and walked over to the bridge. He stepped up to the ledge, his robotic hand holding onto the pole as he stared at the water below.

He looked up as the breeze brushed his hair from the side into his face. He tightened his grip on the knife and lifted it up so the tip was pointed at his chest. He took a deep breath and got ready to stab the knife into his chest.

"NAGITO!"

Nagito turned to see Hajime running up the bridge. He turned around to face the other boy running up the bridge. Hajime stopped a few feet away. "Nagito, what are you doing?" Hajime asked, taking a step forward.

"I'm leaving Hinata-kun. No one cares about trash like me."

"That's not true! Nagito, I care! I love you! Please..."

"Its too late Hinata-kun..." Nagito raised the knife and was about to stab himself when Hajime jumped forward. He grabbed his wrist and tried to take the knife. Nagito stumbled backwards because of the added weight and soon they were both plunging towards the water. Nagito's robotic hand grabbed Hajime's shirt and wouldn't let go. He had dropped the knife and wrapped his arms around Hajime's waist.

Hajime pulled him against his body and held on tight. They crashed into the water and struggled to emerge. Nagito didn't feel warmth anymore. He felt cold. He knew he was losing consciousness, and he was welcoming death. He smiled as his vision went dark.

"...gito... Ko... Nagito Ko..."

Nagito heard bits and pieces of someone trying to speak. His head started to clear and he felt something warm pressed against his chest. Then that warmth pressed against his lips as someone was trying to get him to breathe. Nagito suddenly realized his lungs were burning, screaming for air. He gasped and started coughing as the pressure left his chest.

Someone patted his back as he sat up, gasping for air. He finally calmed down and he realized he was on the beach, soaking wet. The suns rays were slowly drying him and warming him up, but the warm arms that wrapped around him and pulled him against his chest caused his entire body to warm up.

"I'm so glad you're ok..." A gentle, kind voice whispered as they rocked him. Nagito wrapped his arms around them and buried his face in their neck. He started to cry as he tightened his grip. "Shh... Its ok Nagito..." The voice of his lover soothed him. Nagito started to sob, and Hajime pulled him closer. Sobs wracked his frail body as he clutched Hajime's shirt.

Hajime shushed him and held him tightly, brushing his hand through Nagito's wet hair. "Its ok Nagito. Everything is ok. Trust me."

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Dg22: Oh my Arceus I actually found inspiration for this story! Yay! I'm probably going to lose it again but who cares. I finally updated! Anyways, bye for now mon amies!