Nagito sighs shakily, kicking his feet back and forth. He looked down, fidgeting. He felt nervous as he waited for you to arrive, thinking you’d never show up, as you were a bit late. Even worse, he overthought if you’d end up hating him for his confession towards you. What if you rejected his love? Then what? He wouldn’t know. He felt despair, until he saw you running down the hill towards him—filling him a little sparkle of hope.