Hajime Hinata was heading off to see Chiaki. Sure, he may be pretty resilient, but being in a killing game with 15 other students where death would surely be a common sight just really stressed him out.

While he was walking, he took in the sights of the island. Usually he'd thnk this island was beautiful.. if he wasn't trapped here for who knows how long. He knew that this seemingly pretty area would soon be tainted with the memories of the killing game.

That was, if Hajime got out.

After a few minutes of trying to find Chiaki, he'd just let it rest for now. When he once again observed his surroundings, he saw someone, Nagito Komaeda. He was the first person Hajime met, seeming nice, but.. he was pretty obnoxious & hope-obsessed. Hajime just.. had a feeling he would go a little crazy during a Class Trial. Not like that'd stop him from being surprised.

When observing the other, he realized that Nagito looked unwell. Hajime was a little head-strong, but he would still worry if someone he just SLIGHTLY cared about seemed in pain.

Carefully approaching, Hajime spoke with a stern, yet somewhat worried tone of voice, "Hey. Komaeda. Are you okay?"