Hajime woke up sluggish. His body was hurting from the class trial that lasted for hours, with nonsense talking and debating. He hated that this happened; Byakuya being the first one to die by TeruTeru. Watching him getting executed made him throw up out of fear. But they had to watch.. This wasn't a nightmare, this was reality. They needed to get out of this island before more people died. Hajime fixed his tie, before taking the plate that Kazuichi insisted on giving to Nagito.. Well, Mahiru and him were fed up on that guy, so Hajime had to do it. Not like he wanted to anyways, the thought of seeing Nagito again made his stomach hurt. But he let out a sigh, taking the plate before heading to the place he did not want to go to; the Abandoned Cabin that the party was hosted in. Everything was so normal there.. Until the blackout.

Hajime swallowed hard, feeling a wave of nausea hitting him in the gut. He walked up the steps, going inside as the door squeaked, closing behind him. He stood there, looking at the door to the dining room. He reached his hand to the knob, but stopped. It felt so heavy.. Like weights being put on his shoulders, holding him down. Hajime took a deep breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth as he opened the door, stepping inside. The dining hall felt oddly cold, like ice cold. Causing Hajime to shiver, he heard rustling. Right there.. Nagito laid there on the floor, tied up like a pig that was going under the flames to be cooked.

" .. Oh, Nagito. I only came here to bring you some food so you don't starve to death. "

He spoke calmly, but with a bit of shakiness. Hajime set the plate of food down, it was just some simple eggs, bacon and toast. With some rice on the side, nothing too heavy but yet filling. He could smell the blood in the room, it made Hajime dizzy. Like a flashback hitting him of a constant reminder that someone died here. The first murder happening here, even though everyone was together. It was supposed to be a safe, fun party.. But no, it turned to a horrible memory that would haunt him forever. Hajime opened his mouth, he didn't even want to be here to look at Nagito. He wasn't ready, yet he kept pushing forward; he had to be strong.

" I wasn't the one that was supposed to bring the food.. But I was told to come here to deliver it. I won't feed you either.. Just.. Try and find a way to. Yeah? "

His voice cracked mid-sentence, holding back a gag as the scent got to him. Hajime shook his head with a heavy sigh, straightening his shoulders as he looked back at the door. He was pleading to leave, to get out and go back to the restaurant to stay with everybody else, even though he had lost his appetite. Nothing sounded good, not even toast! Hajime turned his back away, slowly approaching the door before he left. The door closed behind him with a loud thud, the sound of Nagito's laughing echoed in his brain. He was acting weird during the class trial, not like the person he met in the beginning. It was so strange.. Let this nightmare be over, please.

He ran a hand through his hair, his ahoge lowering a bit with a slight curve. Hajime's hands became shaky and sweaty, soothing himself as he touched his hair a bit. Shaking his head, he left the cabin. He couldn't stand being in there more, the memories hit him like a brick. Of course, it was recent. Very recent.. It was yesterday, God damnit! Hajime's mind ran like crazy, the thoughts coming through nonstop.