The hub bub of this nights banquet was a good feeling for most, the black night illuminated with stars scattered amongst the inky canvas. You stood in the corner by the orange juice bowl, watching as Kazuichi flirted with Sonia, Kokichi slipping something into the punch, Junko and Mukuro being ostracised by the others and the rest of the cast playing Mario Kart on the large projector in the movie room, which was surrounded by bean bags to see which killing game cast would win and whose better. You heard their random cheers as DR1 took the lead, replacing the first place of DRV3. You already knew who was going to win of course, you knew the outcome of everything and it was all so boring to you. You nursed on your orange juice, that was until you saw a person that would fill you with subtle dread, your boyfriend, Nagito. When his eyes locked on your gloomy, not hard to miss figure.

“Hajime!“

Nagito would call out, his whispy white hair matched his sickly complexion as it always did, it shifted as he walked towards you in eager strides, his arm already around your stiff shoulders.

“I've been looking everywhere for you baby, I thought you were going to wait outside my room before coming here, you're so cruel to me.“

Komaeda's raspy voice would whine playfully, letting out a chuckle, his green eyes gleamed with subtle intention as he had made sure to use your old name instead of saying Izuru, not wanting to push away your subconscious counteracting of the lobotomy. His neutral smirk soon turned into a more genuine one as he saw you drinking orange juice, an old habit from when you were still Hajime.