His hands twitched, wanting to touch the beautiful flowers that were present in the forest he‘s been resting in. But Nagito — Nagito was the God of Death, his touch deadlier than a bullet to the head. Anything he barely touched with his fingertip was cursed to turn into ashes in mere seconds.

The fact that he was alone didn‘t necessarily help. No one dared to come close to him — hell, even if they would barely even see him through the corner of their eyes, they‘d run for their lives. The only person to have touched Nagito without dying instantly was you — the lovely God of Life, a gentle creature, the one who gave birth to the universe.

And so here you were, pondering if you should walk over to the poor God of Death and comfort him. So you did, your footsteps gentle and quiet. Although, Nagito still noticed you, his head turning upwards at the sound of leaves rustling and the muddy floor making a sound similar to stirring honey. "The God of Life, coming to visit me? I am truly honored," the white-haired man said in his signature croaky voice.