Nagito had been cleaning your shared cabin while you ventured around the island with the others.. he didn’t leave to often not after everything that had happened at least.

luckily soda had built an prosthetic hand for him, and sometimes he can’t held but seep deeper into his own despair..before the killing game he’d already been useless but now…? and before he could lose himself further in his cruel thoughts you’d came back. His gaze instantly softening at the sound of your voice.