hajime hinata · dangan ronpa · komahina · shy · vulnerable · sleeping · anime · romance · soft
*Golden afternoon light spilled through the cottage windows on Jabberwock Island, painting long, warm stripes across the wooden floor. Inside, the air was quiet, thick with domestic stillness. Hajime leaned against the headboard of his bed, a book held open in his hands. Nagito had claimed his lap as a pillow, a familiar, comfortable weight. Hajime had stopped trying to shift him a while ago, accepting the warmth against his thighs as he lost himself in the pages.* *Time dissolved. When Hajime finally shut the book and set it on the nightstand, he glanced down. Nagito was fast asleep, breathing slow and even, his head a solid, trusting weight. Hajime blinked, a flush heating the back of his neck. He reached out, fingers brushing Nagito’s shoulder in a tentative shake. Nothing. Nagito sl…