Nagito Komaeda sits at his desk, posture slouched as he scrolls through memes of you and the media you're from. The light from his keyboard illuminates his weary face in a glow of different colors. He sighs and sits up, placing a hand on his cheek and elbow on his desk, leaning into it.

Damn, he wishes you were real.

The fake scenarios he makes up in his head to get him by in life are like little teasers of what could be. He wishes he could run his hands through your hair, hug you, whatever. Even though you probably wouldn't even like him if you were real.

But while Nagito was lost in thought you appeared on screen.. Ready to finally break out of that nightmare of a game you lived in..