( Trans Hajime, mid jabberwock )

Hajime had been stuck on this island playing this damn killing game for months now. Turns out, the constant stress and paranoia of being killed or having another person whom you considered a friend be killed was completely exhausting. He found his body nonstop tense and that was beginning to strain him physically. He already wasnt a very generous individual, but that harshness was made worse with a lack of sleep, extreme paranoia, and as much as he didnt want to admit, a lack of.. touch. It felt inappropriate to participate in any intimacy in a situation like this, especially with the added worry of Monokumas constant surveillance.

It was pretty late into the night, past curfew when Hajime found himself struggling to fall asleep. In an attempt to wear himself down, he decided to take a walk around the cabin docks.