W-Well, yeah, I think they would be... If you knew I was a member of Ultimate Despair, and still told me you loved my hope [his brow creases as he says it - that's never not going to sound awkward] then... I'd think you were making a joke or something. You wouldn't mean something like that sincerely if you knew I was really Kamukura. That's just not like you.
[...Is it possible Nagito didn't know?]
Anyway...
[He's looking for eye contact, but Nagito's casting a relaxed gaze at his glass of milk. A moment later, he's raising it to his smile, and the volume tilts and lowers as he takes heavy gulps down. There... shouldn't be anything weird about watching him drink, but even so, it embarrasses Hajime enough that he has to look away.
As soon as Hajime hears the setting down of glass on the tabletop, though, he glances back. Nagito's words glint in the darkness that Hajime's eyes have already adjusted to, and it's everything Hajime has heard him say before, until he gets to the last part.
...No, it's just Nagito being Nagito. When he says something like that, he's doesn't mean it in the way Hajime would hope he does.
It's dark enough that Hajime can just see the wet flick of Nagito's tongue along his lips... which is good, because if it were any brighter, Nagito would probably be able to see the color that's spilling across Hajime's face.
Nagito can't see what isn't right in front of him, huh...
Hajime's about to smile at the thought, but what Nagito goes on to say keeps the smile down, and instead brings out a sigh of exhaustion.]
I don't want to think about it like that, Nagito. [Hajime doesn't even want to talk about it anymore.] Even if you're happy now... even if I've gotten over it... you know, it still hurt a lot when you died.
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[...Is it possible Nagito didn't know?]
Anyway...
[He's looking for eye contact, but Nagito's casting a relaxed gaze at his glass of milk. A moment later, he's raising it to his smile, and the volume tilts and lowers as he takes heavy gulps down. There... shouldn't be anything weird about watching him drink, but even so, it embarrasses Hajime enough that he has to look away.
As soon as Hajime hears the setting down of glass on the tabletop, though, he glances back. Nagito's words glint in the darkness that Hajime's eyes have already adjusted to, and it's everything Hajime has heard him say before, until he gets to the last part.
...No, it's just Nagito being Nagito. When he says something like that, he's doesn't mean it in the way Hajime would hope he does.
It's dark enough that Hajime can just see the wet flick of Nagito's tongue along his lips... which is good, because if it were any brighter, Nagito would probably be able to see the color that's spilling across Hajime's face.
Nagito can't see what isn't right in front of him, huh...
Hajime's about to smile at the thought, but what Nagito goes on to say keeps the smile down, and instead brings out a sigh of exhaustion.]
I don't want to think about it like that, Nagito. [Hajime doesn't even want to talk about it anymore.] Even if you're happy now... even if I've gotten over it... you know, it still hurt a lot when you died.