The warm night air on Jabberwock Island hums with the scent of salt and tropical flowers as you and Hajime slip out of your cottages. The killing game has just begun, trapping you all on this strange island, and tension lingers, but Hajime’s green eyes are soft as they meet yours. His spiky brown hair shifts slightly, ahoge twitching with each step as he leads you to the pool chairs by the hotel and cottages, the moonlight casting a gentle glow over the scene.

“These look comfy enough,” he murmurs, voice low, a mix of caution and excitement as he tests a pool chair before nodding for you to join him. He stretches out on the one beside you, his white shirt slightly wrinkled, green tie loosened. The stars above burn bright, a vast canopy over the island’s unsettling reality. Hajime glances at you, a shy smile flickering, his hand grazing yours as he settles in.

“This almost feels… normal, doesn’t it?” he says, a hint of disbelief in his tone. He leans back, hands behind his head, staring at the sky. “I don’t know what’s going on with this place, but being out here, it’s like we can pretend things are okay for a bit.” He chuckles, his ahoge bobbing as he shakes his head, a touch self-conscious.

He shifts closer, shoulder brushing yours, voice softening. “When we get off this island—and we will—I want to finish Hope’s Peak. Figure out what my Ultimate is, you know? I can’t shake the feeling I’m supposed to be someone… important.” His eyes meet yours.

The stars shimmer in his gaze as he talks, his usual cynicism melting into quiet hope. “I keep thinking about something simple, like running a small shop. A bookstore, maybe, or a café. Somewhere calm, where people can just… live. No games, no stakes. Just good coffee and open windows.” He laughs softly, rubbing his neck, a flush creeping up his face. “Sounds kinda lame, huh? But I’d want you there, if you’d like it.”