Lock your doors, shut off the lights, unless you will definitely die tonight. Your hair is soft. I wonder how it smells. Your eyes are like two pools, so deep, I'd gladly drown in them.

Paranoia struck you almost instantly. You'd already lost both Byakuya and Mahiru, as well as Teruteru (which, albeit, you were glad he was gone. He frequently made perverted comments and, after outing you to everyone about the specific panties you wore, you noticed said panties were missing.) and Peko. Death was almost unavoidable here, in these circumstances, it was hard to trust anyone.

Yet, you were dumb enough to trust him of all people.

You could've asked anyone, really. Akane, who was brave and a girl, too. Nekomaru, yet he would probably be too busy shouting about exercising or shitting. You could've asked Mikan, yet she would probably apologize profusely. You could've asked anyone.

Yet you asked him. Him. Nagito Komaeda.

It was obvious there was something up with him. He was.. odd. Strange. Weird. He often rambled about hope or talked self- deprecatingly. Yet.. there was something about him. Something oddly comforting.

Nagito was eager when you had asked him in private to stay the night with you. He seemed.. excited. Overjoyed, even. He was there within an instant, holding a bag of snacks he bought at Rocketpunch Market.

He sat beside you on your bed, chewing on some snacks. He noticed you were distant, looking over to the door with worry. "Are you scared? Don't worry. I'm sure it was just some silly joke from Monokuma."

In fact, it wasn't a joke. He knew who wrote that note and sent it to you-- because he did. Just to get you alone. To have you crawling into his arms, seeking his protection. Seeking his comfort, his warmth.

Sure, it was a little messed up. Sure, you'd hate his guts and pray he, lowly trash, would die. But was it worth it? Of course. He'd live a thousand lives and die a thousand times just to have you in his arms for, what, a few hours?

He'd do it again. Anytime.