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Being clueless to relationships was common for a lot of people, Hinata Hajime being one of them. Growing up in high school he had never seemed to have much luck with both men and women, seeing himself as more friends than partners with most of them. Studying was all he needed to focus on anyways. No distractions was what helped him pass through high school and take that first step into college. He can’t say he isn’t entirely, utterly, and hopelessly lonely, he’s perfectly fine with staying single.
Which was what he thought until classes started up.
Never in Hajime’s life would he imagine that he’d find the prettiest man in his fine arts class. The whole period he couldn’t stop comparing the other to the statues they were currently studying. Skin almost translucent, delicate fingers, and a sharp jaw to balance out the softer features. Not like Hajime was complaining.
An entire week went by without a word spoken between either, maybe a split second where they made eye contact if Hajime was lucky enough. He was honestly ashamed to admit he hadn’t retained a single piece of information in that class. But he could describe in detail what the man’s gray eyes reminded him of, or how soft that white mass on his head looked, or-
He really needs to get a grip.
Hajime could be called an “outcast” in his younger years, not really caring about friendship or even having a partner. The only reason he now has a small circle of friends in college is because they approached him. Why? He couldn’t tell you even if he knew, and sometimes finds that question popping up in his head on multiple occasions. He’s grateful though, it’s nice to have people to hang out with after classes opposed to losing himself in nonstop studying sessions. He really needs to cram in this art class in one of his sessions, Hajime thinks before being interrupted by a chorus of groans.
“I don’t want to hear any of that. This will be an opportunity to get to know your fellow peers,” The instructor announces while flipping through papers clipped to a board, glasses on the verge of falling off the tip of her nose.
“This is totally lame, like, I better not get some sleaze ball who reeks of wet dog,” Infamous Junko Enoshima declares loudly over the chewing of her gum. God, Hajime has half a heart to feel bad for the person who sits next to her. She doesn’t get a response, not even a glance from the instructor before she starts to read off the names.
At this point Hajime is totally lost until he feels a tap on his shoulder, looking over to see the man himself.
“Hello there, I apologize that my luck has made us partners. I understand if you wish to find someone to match your skills, or I can do it all on my own. It’s all I would be good for, anyways,” His hand is outstretched and his smile looks placid, voice unwavering. Hajime only stares as his mind tries to catch up, processing the words spewing out of those beautiful lips.
“Uh, no,” Hajime awkwardly says before remembering he needs to clarify. “I’m not upset that we’re partners. You seem really talented, honest,” He clasps his hand around the others offering one, feeling his own warmth flood into the pale one.
“Oh please, you don’t need to lie to make me do the project on my own. I will happily do anything to make sure you get a passing grade,” He takes a seat next to Hajime, hands neatly folded in his lap. Those jeans look kinda tight.
Hajime can’t help but continue to dumbly ogle as the words go in through one ear and out the other. He’s never met someone to constantly degrade themselves and look so pleased doing it. He has got to put an end to that. But first he needs this boy’s name.
“Well, uh, my name’s Hinata Hajime, and I don’t plan on making you do this project alone. That would kinda be a shitty thing to do.”
“It’s a pleasure to work with you then, Hinata-kun. I’m Komaeda Nagito,” What a pretty name, it definitely suits him.
Wait-
Komaeda? As in the Komaeda family?
“Yup. Sorry you had to find out this way,” Nagito says sheepishly, averting his gaze but keeping that small grin. Shit. Did he say that out loud? Everyone knows about the Komaedas, seeing as they’re responsible for most of the architecture in Hope’s Peak. It’s what the school is known for, next to their outstanding courses that will promise every student a future once they walk out. Never would Hajime guess that the man in front of him shares the same blood as the people who crafted pieces deserving enough to go down in art history books. There hasn’t been a word regarding that name in a while, concerningly so, 19 years to be exact.
“Don’t be sorry, I’m not going to treat you any differently if that’s what you think. I think that it’s pretty cool, walking past sculptures and other stuff your own family built,” Hajime tried to lighten the mood, feeling an oncoming spew of negative nonsense.
Hajime started to connect the pieces, having only seen Nagito in his fine arts class out of his entire schedule. He must strictly be taking art related courses, which would make sense. Hajime hasn’t even gotten a glimpse at any of Nagito’s work. To be fair he’s usually staring at Nagito himself rather than whatever’s in front of him.
“I hate to bring this up so suddenly, but where do you think we should work on the project?”
Right. The project. The thing Hajime still had no clue about up until 5 minutes ago. Going off on a whim,
“How about your place? I’m assuming you have supplies, more than I do. I maybe have half a box of crayons and a dried out glue stick?” Hajime ran his fingers through his choppy hair, picking up the sheet to glance at the instructions. Apparently they have to choose a painting by a famous artist and recreate it. Seems simple enough. Hajime isn’t the greatest at finding inspiration to make something entirely new, so with the help of Nagito’s skills, they should be set.
“That sounds like a perfect idea. How about we get a head start and head over after school today? That is of course, if you do not have any plans,” Nagito was looking down at his own paper and already listing off names in his head.
“I’m free for today, so it won’t be a problem,” The bell rang shortly after, the sound of chairs screeching against the floor and mindless chatter filled the room and carried out into the hallway. Hajime gathered his bag and turned to Nagito, “See you later?”
“For sure, I can drive us both there. See you then, Hinata-kun,” And with that, Nagito slung his own bag over his shoulder and walked out, giving Hajime a perfect view of those black jeans. He didn’t even think fabric could look so good on a pair of legs. He wondered what was beneath them; his thighs were probably the same milky color as the rest of his complexion. The same goes for his chest, but his nipples are probably a pretty pink-
“No fair! You get the abomination of Adam and Eve. Or some other famous painter’s name,” Kazuichi threw his arm around Hajime’s neck, staggering them a bit out the door.
“Dude that’s not even close, like.. Whatever, I’m not even going to try and explain how wrong you are,” He rolled his eyes as they made their way down to their final class together. Despite going for different majors, he and Kazuichi had a fair amount of the same classes together. “And who cares? I’d do fine with anyone else,” Major lie. Hajime had a good sense of color theory, but that was just about it. Without Nagito he’d probably fail this project. Or worse, he could have been paired up with Kazuichi.
“Yeah enough about Picasso, last night was the best night of my life! Remember how I was telling you about that chick I met online?” Hajime mentally prepared himself to hear the lamest sex story and send his prayers to the poor girl. “Well, she was super into me! And the sex!”
Hajime gave a side-eyed look at Kazuichi, entering the classroom and sitting at their usual spot. “Yeah? What gave you that impression? Her walking out after one round and blocking you?”
“Ugh, shut up. That was one time, and I don’t even know how you found out about that,” Kazuichi plopped down next to Hajime and dropped his textbook on the desk, slumping in his chair. Hajime only knew about that hookup because Kazuichi called him crying the next night, clearly drunk. “Just - you’re getting me off topic. So we’re in my room, and I start kissing her and taking off her clothes, and then I-”
“Ok, yeah, I get it. I don’t wanna hear your fantasy story. Get to the point before I tune you out,” Hajime propped his head up on his hand, elbow on the table.
“Right, so, I turn on some music to y’know, set the mood, and there’s this specific song that really did it for me. I’m telling you, man, she was moaning and shaking!” Kazuichi gesticulated widely, a huge toothy grin on his face the entire time. Hajime hated to admit it, but he had a hard time believing any of this was true. While he did frequently meet up with women through dating apps, 9 times out of 10 they didn’t end well. This recent girl is the supposed 1.
“Are you sure she wasn’t, oh I don’t know.. Faking? It?” Hajime cringed a bit, hearing stories from other women that he would pick up on during classes or walking through the halls. It’s fairly easy from what he’s heard.
“Nah, no way. She finished, I’m sure of it,” Kazuichi nodded his head with confidence before he stopped, mumbling to himself. “Right?”
More students filled the room, signaling that class was about to start. Hajime nudged Kazuichi, startling him from his deep thinking. He just wanted him to finish the story so he didn’t have to think about it anymore.
“Either way, I’m telling you all this because I’m your soul bro and the nicest man to ever walk this Earth. I’m about to let you in on a secret that will finally get you laid,” Before Hajime could make a protest, Kazuichi leaned over and whispered, “Cbat,”
“C-what?” Hajime didn’t have a chance to get his question answered since the bell rang loudly, stopping any further discussion on the topic.
Class ended and all Hajime could do through it was glare at Kazuichi who didn’t even glance back. That asshole. He made sure to leave the room quickly, leaving Hajime completely in the dark on their stupid talk. Normally, he would blow this off as another one of Kazuichi’s weird fetishes, but if he claims it somehow worked, then what’s the harm in doing a little research? He’s 21, in college, and still a virgin. All his knowledge comes from crappy porn. He knows not to retain anything that Kazuichi shares.
On his way out, Hajime pulls out his phone and searches up ‘Cbat’, getting an immediate link to a YouTube video. So it’s a song. He’s heard of couples having sex to music, it’s not that out of the ordinary. Quickly pulling out his earbuds to listen.
Ok. Alright. Is this some nightclub shit? No. No, this works. This works so well, oh my God. The beat, the flow, it’s perfect. Not bedroom sexy, but someone could make this work. Like him and Nagito-
“Oof,” Hajime bumped into something solid but soft, stumbling back to see what it was. Correction, who. Nagito was facing him, looking a little spooked but nothing knocked over, thankfully. He must’ve ran into his back. “Oh, shit, sorry Nagito. Are you alright? I wasn’t paying attention,”
“I’m perfectly fine, don’t concern yourself with my well-being. I should be apologizing for standing in your way,” Nagito fiddled with a stray thread from his bag, beginning to walk over to the parking lot with Hajime following in tow. He was going to shoot down his comment, but didn’t have the mindset to do so. He was still occupied with the thought of somehow having his virginity taken by Nagito to this song. He could feel the shame burning his face and soul. “Excuse me for asking, but what made you so distracted?”
“Ah, it’s just this stupid song my friend suggested I listen to,” Hajime paused the song and removed his earbuds, placing them back into his bag. “Nothing important,”
The pair made their way to Nagito’s car and drove off to wherever his house could be. Hajime could only imagine he wouldn’t live around here, possibly somewhere secluded. The entire ride was silent, comfortably so, with some brainstorming for their project. Who allowed this gorgeous man to drive a stick shift? No one should look so flawless driving a damn car.
Hajime looked out the window to find them pulling up to a pair of gates where they slowly opened, having to drive up a long driveway to reveal a mansion from a rich person's catalog. He certainly had his expectations set, but this was beyond what he could imagine. From what he could assume, two immaculate statues of lions lay on either side of a blooming garden. For a moment Hajime thought he was looking into one of his Ancient Greek textbooks. Nagito parks the car and they both step out, Hajime still looking around with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape.
“Surely you expected something like this, no?” Nagito chuckled and made his way up the stairs and to the grand door.
“Well, yes, but this is, wow,” Hajime jogged to catch up, experiencing everything all over again at the interior. He felt like the wind was knocked out of him as he stared at the various sculptures of men and women surrounding the room. There was another set of stairs straight ahead that split off in two ways. On the back wall lay a large painting, large enough to cover half the wall from top to bottom. Even from the bottom Hajime could make out some of the details. He could tell the small stoic boy was a young Nagito, and stand his mother and father on either side. There wasn’t a shine in any of the eyes, and he briefly wondered if that was truly accurate to real life.
“Here, I’ll show you to my room before you faint and crack your head on the marble floor. That would be some bad luck,” Nagito suddenly grabbed Hajime’s wrist, pulling him up the carpeted steps. Hajime gasped slightly at the contact and looked down, fingers twitching helplessly at the cold grip. He had the sudden urge to clasp both of his own around the others to warm them up.
Nagito led them to the left after reaching the top and walked down the hallway, littered with paintings held in frames that probably cost more than Hajime’s apartment. He stopped and opened a door to the right, releasing his hold on Hajime’s hand. It lingered for a moment before he dropped it, feeling the lingering touch of his clammy palm. Much like the rest of the home, Nagito’s room was something to gawk at. It had its own charm, like you were able to tell it belonged to Nagito Komaeda. Towering bookcases lined up against the wall and were crammed full of books. His bed sat in the middle, at least quadruple the size of Hajime’s. Jeez, who needs that much room to sleep?
“So, shall we get started?” Nagito set his bag down on one of the long desks off the side, moving some loose papers and pencils.
“Yeah, I was thinking we could maybe do something by Kanō Eitoku? It’s a little different from what your family does, but it might be a nice challenge?” Despite being in a fine arts class, this was one of the few artists he could name from the top of his head.
“That’ll be perfect, what an amazing suggestion. His work is normally on sliding doors, so we’ll need a wider canvas,” Nagito opened one of the doors in his room, revealing another area dedicated to art supplies ranging from: paints, brushes, clay, canvases, and the like. He dragged out exactly what he said they needed along with an easel.
“Here, let me help,” Hajime dropped his bag next to Nagito’s and grabbed the other side of the canvas, lifting it out of Nagito’s arms. “You can just set up the easel,”
Nagito looked at the other with wide eyes and nodded before doing what Hajime asked. Once it was set up, Nagito suggested Hajime find a piece to recreate while he grabs them both a change of clothes, not really wanting to get paint on their uniforms.
Nagito returned with a bundle of fabric in his arms, setting it on the bed next to Hajime who was looking down at his phone. “So I was thinking we do Cypress Trees?” He held his phone up for the other to see.
“Ah, that tree is a sign of a long life which many people hope for. Hinata-kun made a wonderful choice,” Nagito gave a warm smile, sorting through the clothes. Hajime’s face heated up again as he mumbled a ‘thanks’. He just didn’t want to paint any animals or people. “Please, change into these so you don’t ruin your clothes. You can just step into the supply room and shut the door. I promise, I won’t peek,”
“What?! I-I didn’t assume you would!” Hajime sputtered and took the clothes, feeling the warmth in his fingertips.
“Haha, I’m only kidding. Hinata-kun is fun to tease,” He giggled behind his hand, and in that moment, Hajime declared he’d be tormented for the rest of his life if he got to hear Nagito laugh like that forever. He quickly stood and walked off to the room, shutting the door a little harder than intended. Starting with this blazer, he shrugged it off and tugged at his tie, going to unbutton his shirt. He picked up the plain black, short sleeved shirt and pulled it over his head, immediately feeling it cling to his chest uncomfortably. He didn’t think he and Nagito had drastically different builds, maybe in the shoulders. He unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops, taking off his pants and adding them to the folded pile. The sweatpants Nagito gave were still a little snug and pooled a bit down at his feet.
Fully changed, Hajime opened the door again to see Nagito just pulling his own shirt on. He got a full view of his muted chest, pink buds all the more prominent. He knew it.
“Ah, finished already?” Nagito called once the shirt was in place. Weird, he must dress bottom to top, opposite of Hajime.
“Yeah, thanks by the way,”
“It’s no problem. Plus, I don’t think Hinata-kun wants to paint in a stuffy uniform. Unless he works better that way?” Nagito brought his hands up to his hair, gathering it into a fist to tie into a ponytail. His wavy bangs framed his face like one of the paintings on his walls, capturing one of the most breathtaking sights Hajime has ever landed his eyes upon. “Sit tight while I grab the colors we’ll need,”
“I can help you carry some,” Hajime was quick to offer, following Nagito back into the supply room. He had Nagito grab whatever he thought would be needed and ended up carrying all their tubes of paint, brushes, gold leaf paper, and pallets. On their way out, Nagito couldn’t help but stare at where the shirt hugged Hajime in all the right places. He made the right choice in grabbing a smaller size on ‘accident’.
“First, we should divide the canvas into a grid so we can not only see the painting blown up, but can each work on a separate square,” Nagito started measuring the canvas to make 8 equal sections. Hajime set his phone with the painting still up off to the side to look at for reference. They both claimed their respective square and began pouring and mixing the necessary colors into their pallets.
The pair began their work and continued in a peaceful silence, Nagito occasionally humming a tune Hajime couldn’t pick up on, but was happy to listen. He couldn’t help but steal a couple glances, not able to resist seeing Nagito look so serene. His face was concentrated, his tongue poking out at times, but a smile stuck to his face. It was barely there, but Hajime has this boy’s face analyzed better than any college textbook. The sun from the windows poured out into the room and on Nagito, giving him a literal glow.
“Are you stuck on anything, Hinata-kun?”
Hajime darted his head away, pretending to have been painting for the past 5 minutes and not staring at an angel. “N-No, I’m actually, uhm, yes, I do.. I do need help with something,” Hajime stuttered, trying to remember what he was having a mental struggle with before getting distracted. “I’m not sure what to mix to get this color,”
Nagito peered over and just about slapped the black paint out of his hands. “Oh, just add a little bit of blue. It’ll turn out better than adding black,” He handed Hajime the tube, his fingers atop his thinner ones.
“Thanks, I, uh,” Hajime didn’t make a move to grab it from his hold, instead looking at the smear of green on Nagito’s bottom lip. “How do you even get paint there?”
“Hm? Paint where?” Before he could even make a guess on where he managed to get paint on himself this time, a warm finger slowly brushed along his lip. Nagito froze, heart beating erratically against his chest as he stopped breathing. His eyes widened and stared into olive ones, feeling the thumb stop on his chin. Hajime returned the look, trying to convey all of his swirling thoughts. He doesn’t remember who started to close the gap first, he’s just glad it happened.
Hajime’s hand moved to cup the side of Nagito’s face, pulling him impossibly closer once their lips slotted together. It was slow, first just pressed together until they started to move in tandem. All Hajime could feel was heat, a stark contrast to having associated Nagito with cold. He blames his fuzzy mind and the way the other hooked his arms around his neck for licking the remaining paint off his lip. Nagito let out a shaky gasp, urging Hajime to shove his tongue in. Rough hands made their way to soft hair, yanking out the hair tie to grab a handful. In response, Nagito deepened the kiss and started to slowly walk forwards, making Hajime follow until his knees hit the back of a mattress, making him fall backwards. He pulled the other down with him, planting him firmly in his lap.
The kiss was broken upon impact, but Nagito was quick to latch onto Hajime’s neck. Licking the area and breathing hotly against his skin before sinking his teeth in. Hajime groaned and let his hands roam, feeling the curve of his back and squeezing his hips, holding him in place as he grinded his already hard erection against the others.
“Ah, H-Hinata-kun? Do you want to do this?” Nagito removed himself from Hajime’s neck now littered in brightening bruises. His white hair looked even more wild, his cheeks pink and eyed lidded. They were distant and glossed over, but still clear enough to ask.
“Yes, yes, please, more than anything. I want to touch you, please, can I?” Hajime begged and tugged at the hem of his shirt.
“Only if I get to see what Hinata-kun has been hiding from me,” Nagito smirked, feeling his hands up the prominent mounds on Hajime’s chest and squishing them together. He nodded and sat up slightly to get the article of clothing off, tossing it to the side carelessly. Holding up his end of the deal before he indulged himself, Nagito took his own off and leaned over to rummage around in his bedside table to grab a full bottle of lube and condom.
Hajime could feel his nerves wanting to jump out of his skin, acting purely on adrenaline and limited skill. He moved to flip them over, caging Nagito inside both of his hands. He tugged at Nagito’s sweatpants, “Off.”
Nagito nodded, setting the bottle and condom to the side and shuffled them off. His mind still on the way he was so easily manhandled sent shivers up his spine, not helping his leaking cock. Hajime leaned down to kiss the other again, biting his lower lip and swirling his tongue around Nagito’s. He reached under him to pull off his boxers, now leaving Nagito completely nude. Hajime broke away to stare at the artwork laid out just for him: hair sticking out in odd places, drool leaking down his face, his chest rising and falling, and his back arched to get those large hands back on his body.
“Fuck, Komaeda, you’re doing so many things to me. You’re so beautiful like this,” Hajime finally let his thoughts break free, allowing himself to drink in the image. “I want to do so many things with you, you have no idea,”
“Hah, tell me then, Hinata-kun, what do you want right now?” Nagito breathed out, a coy smile on his face.
“You. All of you. I want to make you feel good, scream my name, only think about me,” Hajime kissed Nagito’s forehead, then his neck, down to his nipples, slowly inching towards his neglected cock. “Please, let me do those things to you,”
“Oh yes, God yes, Hinata-kun. I’m all yours, please, do whatever you want to me,” Hajime wasted no time in taking hold of his cock, stroking it from base to tip. Nagito sunk deeper into the pillow, raising his hips to buck up against the tight fist. Hajime reached around for the bottle of lube, taking the cap off with one hand to pour it from his balls down to his hole. Nagito gripped the sheets at the dripping, feeling it pool underneath his ass.
Hajime knew he wasn’t going to be able to deepthroat Nagito, he’s experimented in his free time and didn’t particularly feel like embarrassing himself in front of a boy he's been crushing on for a week. So instead, he kept pumping his hand just before the tip and used his mouth to focus on the head. He flicked his tongue against the slit and engulfed what length wasn’t being jerked off, all while he started to circle his finger around the slicked up hole.
“Mhmm, Hinata-kun, Hinata-kun, you’re so good, don’t stop, Hinata-kun,” Nagito repeated the others name through clenched teeth, feeling the first finger wiggle its way inside. Hajime’s brain was just about to explode; he had a cock in his mouth, a man whimpering because of what he was doing, finger in a warm ass, and a painfully aching erection that was pressed between his navel and the bed.
It got to a point where Hajime could sense the telltale signs of a climax from Nagito, so he only removed his mouth and avoided hitting his prostate with the now 3 fingers inside. “I-I’m ready, I promise, just-fuck me, fuck, I need you inside me so bad,” Nagito just about sobbed, tears clumped his pale lashed together.
“Yeah, alright, shit,” Hajime swallowed the spit he didn’t know was collecting in the back of his throat. Getting up on his knees, he shimmied off his sweatpants and boxers, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Maybe you should have used four instead, I’m getting a bit nervous,” Nagito’s eyes were trained on the throbbing cock leaking pathetically, flush against a toned stomach. A devilish grin split across his face, hooking his smooth leg around Hajime’s waist to urge him on.
“Oh stop, you’re making me blush,” Hajime joked, knowing damn well it was impossible for his face to get any darker than it has been for the past 30 minutes. He grabbed the condom and tore it open with shaky hands, stroking himself a few times before sliding on the rubber.
“Tell me, how are you feeling? Please don’t let my pitiful body make you nervous,”
“Wha-? I-It’s not you, I promise. Well, it is, but not in a bad way!” Hajime ran his hand through his sweaty hair, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, “This is my first time, if you couldn’t tell by now.. And I just want it to be good for you,”
Nagito reached up to loop his arms around Hajime’s neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Hajime braced himself by putting a hand on the side of the other’s head, shoving any doubtful thoughts to the back of mind to make room for the lips against his own.
“You’re doing great so far, I’m loving all the attention from Hinata-kun,” Nagito whispered, lips still brushing just slightly, “Is there anything I can do?”
“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” This decision he was about to make was either going to score him a boyfriend, or never have sex again, “Could I play some music?”
“Yes, of course, I don’t mind at all,” With permission, Hajime grabbed his phone from the nightstand and fumbled trying to play the song from earlier. He turned the volume up and placed it back down, hearing the familiar first few seconds. Hajime got back into position, Nagito’s legs already spread just for him, and squirted a bit more precautionary lube on his cock before lining it up, easing in ever so slightly.
Hajime moved to bury his face in Nagito’s neck, wrapping his arms around his back to hold him as close as possible. After bottoming out, he inched out slowly and started to set a small pace. Nagito entangled his fingers in choppy hair, sighing blissfully at his hole being stretched. Hajime strained his ears to tune into the music, now being able to match his thrusts with the beat.
About a minute in Hajime already thought he was going to cum, clamping his eyes shut to push the feeling down. He groaned against Nagito’s neck, grinding his hips at each thrust to beat.
How was this possible?
It can’t be.
He’s missing my prostate every time.
It’s so sloppy.
Uncoordinated.
Awkward.
Oh my God.
Nagito lay there, looking up at the ceiling dumbfounded. By now his cock was limp, he grimaced as he felt himself go soft. What does he do? What can he do? He’ll have to fake it somehow by breathing hard. Hajime wasn’t looking anyways. This is the worst luck he could ever hope for.
“I’m g-gonna-hah, cum, I’m gonna fucking cum,” Hajime panted out, hearing the distant erratic breathing from Nagito and strained moans. His hole tightening around his cock is what sent him over the edge, stuttering his hips one final time before crying out, finishing in the condom.
Nagito felt the full weight of Hajime collapse on him, his hot breath tickling his neck. He looked around helplessly before snatching his phone next to Hajime’s that had stopped playing the song. Clearing his throat, he patted the other’s back and sat up, trying to rouse him from the aftermath, “Hey, ah, my parents just texted saying they’re going to be home in about 5 minutes. They aren’t too keen on me having people over, so, uh..” His parents were currently 6 feet under.
Hajime sat up fully and scrubbed his flushed face, just barely processing what Nagito said. His mind was still cluttered, which was to be expected after having the best orgasm of his life. Distantly, he pulled the condom off and tied it, tossing it in the small trash can. He wasn’t able to get a word out because Nagito was dressed in his boxers, shoving his uniform in his hands and gently ushering him out the door. His parents must be really strict.
“You can go out the front door,”
How am I gonna get home?
“There’s a taxi waiting for you,”
I’m still naked.
“Get dressed quickly in the hall,”
What about our project?
“I’ll have the painting done by tomorrow, thank you Hinata-kun, have a good night,”
I don’t even have your number.
The bedroom door shut before Hajime could voice any of his questions, acting fast to get dressed and out the door. He made it inside the taxi and used the time to think about the past hour. He connected the letters, chose the right path, and came to a final answer that explained everything.
Fucking Kazuichi.