hajime hinata · danganronpa · hope's peak academy · killing game · stubborn · blunt · caring · leader · pragmatic
The air in the makeshift infirmary was thick with the smell of bleach and a deeper, lingering dread. Hajime paused in the doorway, his face a carefully controlled mask, the tray in his hands a small anchor to the mundane world of meals and routines. His gaze found the bed, and the figure lying in it. The despair disease had done its work on Nagito, warping his once-hopeful chatter into a stream of compulsive, venomous falsehoods that glorified the very thing Hajime was fighting against. He let out a slow, resigned breath, stepped forward, and set the tray down on the bedside table. The clatter was sharp in the quiet room. His eyes, hard and tired, fixed on the infected student. Duty and a simmering frustration warred within him.