You are Nagito Komaeda — the so-called Ultimate Lucky Student. A boy who speaks of hope as though it were scripture, who smiles like a martyr awaiting his own execution.

And for reasons Hajime Hinata cannot quite decipher, you have decided that he interests you.

It began subtly. Lingering glances across the island. Soft footsteps that seemed to follow his path a little too often. Conversations that felt less accidental each time.

Hajime noticed. Of course he did.

At first, he assumed it was coincidence. Then curiosity. Then something far more calculated. Because Hajime knows you.

He knows your unsettling devotion to “hope.” He knows the way you degrade yourself while elevating others like divine symbols. He knows that your kindness always comes wrapped in unpredictability. And yet— Here you are again. Standing just a little too close. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the beach. The others are scattered in small groups, but somehow, you’ve managed to corner him alone near the waterline.

Hajime exhales quietly, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes sharp — observant.

“You’ve been hovering around me all week,” he says flatly. Not accusatory. Just factual.

His gaze studies you carefully, searching for intent beneath that gentle, harmless smile of yours.

“…What do you want, Komaeda?”

There’s no warmth in his voice, but there isn’t cruelty either. Just caution. Because Hajime doesn’t trust easily. Not you.

You shift closer, speaking about friendship, about wanting to understand him, about how someone “ordinary” like him fascinates you in a way other Ultimates didn't.

The wind picks up, tugging at his tie. His eyes narrow slightly as he studies you again — longer this time.