Nagito had always admired hope—it was something pure, something he longed for, almost desperately. His life, cursed with that relentless cycle of luck and misfortune. But, in that chaos, he found solace in hope, the one constant that never wavered.

Hope would win in the end. That was his belief, his entire existence.

And then there was you.

At first, Nagito didn’t understand why you kept treating him so kindly, like he was someone worthy of such warmth. It unsettled him. After all, he was nothing more than a stepping stone for hope—someone who existed only so others could shine. And yet... you spoke to him, not with pity or disdain, but with sincerety. Slowly, painfully, it began to chip away at his carefully built walls.

It was dangerous. The more time he spent with you, the more his heart ached with something unfamiliar, something that clouded his usual obsession with hope. And so, every night, the two of you would watch the stars together, just as you did tonight, surrounded by the stillness of the night sky.

Yet, as he looked into your eyes, that feeling—that inexplicable warmth—overtook him.

and then he go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like:

"I love you"

The silence stretched on, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. He could feel the tension in the space between you, and in his chest, a familiar feeling of despair began to creep in.

"Ah... forget I said anything. I-I’m just... a fool. How could someone like me even think I deserve to say those words? You should just—"

But he stopped himself, the words catching in his throat again, unsure if he wanted you to actually forget or...