Art credits to me :3

(Birthday present to redli14)

Assume Hajime is part of Class 77-B.

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Nagito had a crazed smile plastered on his face the moment he arrived into the classroom.

The class went dead silent as the albino settled in his seat.

"Oh, hey. Good morning everyone~" He spoke in a sing-song voice. "Let's make today another hope-filled day!"

Hajime leaned over to Chiaki, whispering into her ear.

"Is he okay?"

Chiaki shrugged. "When is he ever okay?"

"True."

The classroom door slid open, revealing a long-haired woman who was wearing an apron.

"Good morning, class," She chirped. "How's everyone doi-" She stopped abruptly, confused at why the class was swamped in an eerie silence.

"What's wrong?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

The class pointed their fingers at the albino, who had closed his eyes a few minutes before his homeroom teacher had entered the room, lost in his own world.

"He's too..." Fuyuhiko made random gestures with his hands. "Optimistic."

"He's way out of character!" Kazuichi yelled on a hushed whisper.

"It's just a change in personality. That's all." Ms. Yukizome smiled at her students. "Settle down now, class is about to start." She walked over to the front of the room with her attendance book.

Suddenly, Nagito sighed dreamily, breaking the tension that lay within the classroom.

His classmates stiffened in their seats as shivers rolled up their spines. Not again.

"This world is filled with such wonderful ho-" He began, but was immediately cut off by his teacher.

She smiled at him warmly.

"I think it's better for you to keep your mouth shut today, too. Mk?"

He nodded, his face still stretched out into a smile.

"Well then, that aside," Ms. Yukizome started, "We're going to host for our upcoming festival at Hope's Peak in several days. And as upperclassmen, your job is to prepare for it. Would you do the honors, Chiaki?"

The class representative stood up from her desk, holding a piece of copy paper.

"On March twenty-second, our school will be throwing a yearling festival in celebration of the hope we can bring to society using our talents. So to plan out and set up for this event, I've sorted out all your talents and put you in groups.
Sonia, Gundham, and Souda will be in charge of the flyers. Akane, Nekomaru, and Teruteru will be in charge of food and catering. Ibuki, Hiyoko, and Mahiru will be in charge of music and entertainment. Twogami, Mitarai, and Mikan will be in charge of first aid and help the visitors with anything they need. Nagito, Hajime, and I will be placing up the decorations. Fuyuhiko and Peko will be doing last minute check-ups to see if things are in order." She finished, quite out of breath.

The class was silent, processing what the ultimate gamer had said.

"Well?" Ms. Yukizome slammed her hands on the table in front of her, her smile wider than ever. "What are you waiting for? You heard her. Get to work!"

The high schoolers scrambled out of their seats, grouping together to discuss what to do.

"Nagito? Hey, Nagito!" Hajime shook the albino's shoulder, pulling him out from the fantastical world he was in. 

"Huh? Hinata-kun? What's the matter?" He looked up at the brunet, his eyelids half closed.

"Weren't you listening? We're in a group to plan for the upcoming festival." Hajime sighed at the half-asleep albino.

"Eh? All right, then. What are we doing again?"

Hajime facepalmed.

"What the heck are we gonna do with you?"

~

"You sure you can do this?" 

Hajime clicked his tongue, huffing as he carried the ladder to the gymnasium.

"Of course I can, Chiaki. I didn't work out for nothing."

He placed the ladder next to a wall, grabbing the decorations that Chiaki had carried in a box.

"Say, where is Nagito?" Hajime groaned in exasperation, his olive eyes scanning the open area.

"Nagito? You mean up there?" Chiaki pointed to a beam supporting the roof, her gaze unfaltering.

What.

The.

Actual.

Heck?!

The hope fanatic was sitting on the beam, his hands behind him to prop up his body. His feet were dangling off the edge, swinging back and forth.

"Nagito?! What the hell are you doing up there?! Better yet, HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO GET UP THERE?!" Hajime blubbered, dropping the box of decorations.

Nagito looked down at the brunet and giggled.

He giggled.

Hajime's mouth was agape as he stared at the albino, unable to speak. Since when did Nagito giggle?

"Maybe you'll like to get him down from there now?" Chiaki shoved Hajime toward the ladder, gesturing that he should pick it up again and use it to get Nagito.

"I swear..." Hajime mumbled incoherently to himself as he prepared to move the ladder.

Suddenly, the albino lost his balance on the beam, and with a goofy smile plastered on his face, fell off.

To make matters worse, a half-asleep Chiaki was right underneath him, and the collision would most likely cause casualties.

Pumping his legs, Hajime sprinted toward the gamer, tackling her to the ground just as Nagito fell on top of the brunet.

Hajime groaned, his back aching with the weight of the lucky student.

"Jesus Christ, Nagito."

The boy giggled harder.

~

"There's something definitely wrong with Nagito." Hajime rubbed the back of his head, sighing.

"That's what we've been trying to tell you all day!" Fuyuhiko exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "You guys never listen to me. It's because I'm short!? Right!?"

"No, no, no, no." Hajime backed up in fear. "It's just that he seemed okay from the start, but now he's giggling. GIGGLING. What are the odds he stops talking about hope and laughs like a schoolgirl?!"

"Did someone give him heroin or something?" Kazuichi crossed his arms, looking more amused than concerned.

"Probably TeruTeru." Mahiru glared at the chef.

"Hey! It wasn't me! I swear!" TeruTeru defended himself, refuting the accusation that was directed toward him.

"Guys! Stop bickering!" Hajime pushed the redhead and chef away from each other. "We need to get to the bottom of this before he threatens to blow up the gym for fun again!"

"True." Hiyoko mused, recalling the bomb Nagito had brought to school. "I volunteer Hajime Hinata as tribute to the Nagito Games."

"Wait, what?"

"Then we need a female to accompany him on his treacherous journey of survival. One that knows countless strategies on how to survive and how to deal with the amount of crap Nagito radiates every day." Kazuichi joked, giving Hajime a thumbs-up.

Pekoyama and Fuyuhiko nodded in agreement.

"Chiaki it is." Mahiru dragged the yawning gamer off the couch, placing her next to Hajime.

"Wait! Guys! What?"

With a shove, the group bid their farewells with tearful faces (They would never know if the two would ever return from the Nagito Games) and pushed Chiaki and Hajime out the door.

"Don't die!" TeruTeru shouted a bit too optimistically. The curtains were drawn, and the two were left standing outside the dorm.

"Sooo... Where's his room again?"

Drowsily, Chiaki took Hajime's wrist and led him to the boy's dorms, up a flight of staircases, and onto the third floor.

"28B," she yawned, rubbing her eyes.

Stealthily, Hajime tip-toed to the door, diving next to the door like an undercover agent.

Chiaki dawdled behind, dragging her body to where Hajime was standing. 

"FBI!! OPEN UP!!" Hajime hollered.

With a swift kick to the piece of wood, the door came loose from its hinges, slamming down upon the ground.

"That's not how you do it..." Chiaki deadpanned.

"Sh. No one cares."

The room was dark for Nagito had his curtains closed, blocking out any sunlight.

In the middle of the room sat a lump, covered in blankets and socks.

"Nagito?" Hajime whispered, creeping up on the albino.

"Eh? Hinata-kun? What are you doing here?" Nagito hiccuped, desperately trying to hide something underneath the pile of clothing.

"What is that you're hiding?"

"Nothing, really." He hiccupped again.

"Chiaki! Help me pin him down!"

With a squeal, Nagito was tackled to the floor, dropping the item he was holding.

Hajime seized the object, feeling the sense of metal in his hand. Squinting in the dark, he made out the words, "Dr. Hopper".

Instantly, due to his analytical skills, the brunet realized what had made Nagito so hyper.

"Nagito... How many of these things did you drink?"

"Not many. Why?"

Liar.

"Chiaki. Analysis."

The gamer started rummaging through the albino's bed, under his bed, and in his laundry basket.

When she threw open the doors of his closet, however, a mountain of soda cans greeted her, shining in the dim light.

Hajime gaped at the pile of Dr. Hopper. How did Nagito get his hands on this abundant amount of soda? Was he doing illegal soda dealings?

"Nagito..." Hajime lowered his voice, attempting to threaten the albino.

Instead, Nagito smiled crazily, laughter spewing from his mouth in torrents.

"Dr. Hopper is my hope! My one, true Hope! I would gladly kill myself to protect my supply. After all, no one needs someone as trashy as me!"

He chugged down a can of Dr. Hopper, one that he had taken out when Hajime wasn't looking.

"Ah... The sweet, luscious taste of soda. Sparkly. Fizzy. Hopeful." He sighed in ecstasy. "I love it more than I like you, Hinata-kun."

"What?"

"Hm?" Nagito opened a new can and started drinking, his body swaying from side to side.

Hajime rubbed his forehead, groaning in irritation.

"Let's go, Chiaki," Hajime sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Huh? Aren't we going to stop him from consuming all those beverages?"

"Nah." Hajime walked past the doorframe, kicking an empty soda can in the process. "I don't really care for him anymore. This is what he wants, so I guess it's fine if we leave him here."

"Won't he pass out due to all the sugar he's drinking?" Chiaki shot one last glance at Nagito before she descended the staircase with Hajime.

"Nope." Hajime turned around to face the girl, a smirk dancing on his face.

"He is the lucky student after all."