Chapter 63

                                    

                                          


                          


                          
        
                          
I look around to the clock and notice I have some more time. I wonder, would Hajime want to talk to me? I checked the clock, eight. I head over to Grape House and go to the rooms. I don't see Hajime so I peek into his room. I open the door a tad and stick my head through. I see he is still sleeping, adorable! "What are these thoughts you get, (Y/N)?" I ask quietly to myself. I then shut the door quietly, to not wake the brown haired boy. Once I exit I see Kazuichi. 
                          
"What do you think you're doing?!" Kazuichi yell asks.
                          
"It's not what you maybe thinking, I just wanted to see if Hajime was awake, I haven't hung out with him yet at all!" I reply. I stare at the pink haired boy, chuckling nervously, hoping he'd see it was the truth. 
                          
"Like hell I'll believe it! Mikan said there were two traitors! You could have been plotting something!" Kazuichi argues. 
                          
"P-please, don't, that's not it! I genuinely wanted to talk to Hajime!" I persisted. Kazuichi moved closer to me, scaring me. I only have one exit, do I risk letting him know I completed the Final Dead Room, and make myself look like the traitor, or do I try to escape only using what is here? I lunge into the lounge and grab the clock. "Kazuichi, I don't want to hurt you, but stay away, I wasn't plotting anything!" I continued to argue. I look up and see the small indentation in the roof. I could jump on top of the table and escape. I plan on using the Final Dead Room exit. Monokuma told me only those who had completed the Final Dead Room can access the Octagon. I try to jump on to the table but I feel a hand grab my ankle. I hit the table hard knocking the breath out of me. "HAJIME, HELP ME!" I shout hoping to get Hajime to wake up. Kazuichi realizing what I did, alerting everyone in the Grape House I was in trouble would not be good for him. 
                          
"Damnit," Kazuichi says before he runs away. I get up and lean on the table. I try to get my breath back. I sit in one of the chairs and decide it might be best if I camped out in the Octagon tonight. Hajime's door open and he sees me flustered in the lounge. 
                          
"(Y/N), what happened?" Hajime asks, worried. 
                          
"Oh I just had a little scuffle with Kazuichi, you know, being 'traitors', I actually wanted to hang out with you, so I waited outside your door for you to wake up, but Kazuichi saw, and assumed the worse. Hehe, I'm fine now, sorry for waking you up," I answer. I look him in the eyes, wanting to see a reaction. I see worry mainly coat his gaze, and some sort of anger, maybe. 
                          
"No, no, no it's fine, let's go to the Strawberry play ground?" Hajime suggests. I nod and walk with him over to the Strawberry House. I talk with him about the possibilities of who is the traitor. He says it couldn't be Kazuichi, or Fuyuhiko. Kazuichi is coward, and Fuyuhiko wouldn't have changed as much as he did after Peko's death unless it really did change him. I agree with him and I say that Sonia or Akane probably aren't the traitors, seeing as Sonia is too worried about everyone, and Akane is well, Akane. He laughs at my explanation of Akane. Hajime adds on to Akane's giving more solid evidence. I smile, happy about how happy he is. That is why I love hanging out with people, making others happy. Before I know it we are on the elevator to Strawberry House. Hajime suggests Nagito being the traitor, seeing as every so often he acts up, and seems to know a lot about the cases before hand. I disagree telling Hajime Nagito, me, and (Y/B/F/N) actually group up and solve the cases together before the trial so we can help you guys uncover the truth. 
                          
"Really you guys do that, you are really smart, and that shows how much you actually care about us, and for that I thank you I guess," Hajime replies happily, and flustered? I giggled at his shyness and tell him it's no problem, we all want to escape right? 
                          
We climb the second set of stairs to the next level of  Strawberry House. I look and see the swing sets and immediately run over to it. I sit on one of them and begin to swing back and forth. I smile happily memories of elementary returning to me. I remember swinging as high as the swings would take me and jump off the swings, trying not to get hurt. I felt the slight breeze it generated as I swung slowly. I giggled like a child as I swung. 
                          
"You look just like a kid," Hajime chuckled as he took the seat next to me. 
                          
"I haven't been on one of these in so long! I loved these when I was in elementary, but I mainly chose the swings because no one noticed me, hence SHSL Nobody. The swings was something you could enjoy by yourself. Something you could have fun with, and not worry about others, something you could do by yourself, and still be happy," I replied smiling sadly, remembering the days of loneliness. I gave a  dry laugh and continued, "But that changed in middle school, I met (Y/B/F/N). She somehow remembered me even though everyone I met forgot about me. But I guess that's why we are in Hope's Peak right?" I gazed downward, my feet dragging against the floor, my mood turned sour. I turned to look at Hajime who looked downcast as well, but deep in thought. "Oh I am so sorry for dampening the mood like that, I bet you don't want to hang out, I am so sorry!" I said, seeing his downcast face. 
                          
"No it's not that, I just don't understand how you lived like that," Hajime replied, "I couldn't bare living like that. You must be really strong. I don't think talent is worth it, if it can bring is sadness and misery." 
                          
"You and me both! But you know, it's something you're stuck with till you die, so you have to accept it right, embrace it, because it something given to you, and something you shouldn't be sad to have, and it kinda constraints you. Because you're given something that is like, you are only good at this. You don't really have the chance to build off of anything else, you just have that, and nothing else, where as if you have no talent, you can build off of anything. Become anything you want, I am forever going to be a Nobody, and I will have to accept that," I add on. I look him in the eyes, feeling my own presence give off a vibe of mystery. I don't really like having this talent, but I deal with it, I adapt. "It's just something you learn to adapt to," I continue. 
                          
"That's true, but I think everyone has to pitch in and accept the talent around them, and make an environment that everyone's happy in as well," Hajime stated. 
 "But the World can only change so much," I argued. 
                          
"That is true, I guess only so many things can go your way," Hajime said chuckling sadly. 
                          
"You should be telling Nagito that, he's gonna die this year," I retort. 
                          
"W-why?" Hajime asks. 
                          
"Ask him yourself, I know he'll love your company," I say smiling. 
                          
"Okay, I guess I'll see you around," Hajime says. 
                          
"Sure," I reply, "Not like I can't." 
                          
"Oh hey take this," Hajime says throwing a music player at me. I flicked it on and check the songs, Mountain Sound, House of Gold, Kill the Lights, and many more I like are on the player. 
                          
"Thank you!" I say. 
                          
"Also, did Fuyuhiko give you that hat, it looks good on you," Hajime asks. 
                          
"Yeah, he did, I like it a lot!" I reply smiling. We both laugh and Hajime leaves, probably to find Nagito. I smile, this is such a good way to make everyone as hopeful as they can be. 
                          
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