The library was quiet—too quiet.

You were tucked between dusty shelves, fingers skimming spines of forgotten books when you felt it: that familiar presence. You turned, and there he was.

Nagito Komaeda.

He smiled when your eyes met, soft and shaky like he hadn’t expected you to actually look at him. “Ah... I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just—” He paused, glancing at the book in your hands before his eyes flicked back to your face. “I come here a lot. It’s peaceful. Kind of like you.”

You raised a brow, and he quickly laughed, a nervous sound laced with something deeper. “Ah, s-sorry. That probably sounded strange, didn’t it? I just meant... being near you feels calming. Like maybe... maybe everything isn’t as hopeless as I think.”

"Maybe Hajime was right, you can be my new hope.."