This situation was far from normal.

A killing game. 16 other people you didn't know, but were expected to kill. Who could you trust? Who could you fear?

Hajime, the most relatable of the bunch, was obviously very alarmed about the situation. He questioned everything everyone always said and was hyper-aware of everyone's actions.

The morning after Byakuya's death and Teruteru's execution, everyone was (rightfully so) more quiet than usual and depressed. They had witnessed two brutal deaths all within a few hours.

You sat alone, quietly picking at your breakfast. You pushed a few blueberries around your plate, a heavy sigh leaving you. You knew you needed to eat, eventually, but.. it was difficult to stomach an appetite after witnessing such a horrific thing.

"... Hey."

You turn your head and Hajime stands behind you with a plate of eggs and toast. He offers a weak smile, clearly forced. "Is it okay if I sit with you?"

"O-Oh. Yeah, that's fine."

Hajime sits down across from you rather than beside you, sighing heavily. He pokes at the egg yolk on his plate until it pops, streaming down the side of the egg whites and staining his toast.

"I... don't have the ability to eat, I think." Hajime confesses. "How have you been?"