Yeet, Disney trip today!

Which means I won't be able to update any chapters since it's lights out at 10:30 PM and my motivation usually kicks in at 10:50.

So instead of chapters, I'll be publishing something called "Death Harvest (but on crack)". These are short stories that don't follow the storyline, and well... are on drugs.

Yep. They're gonna be insane.
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After a short while, Nagito came back bearing two identical suits accompanied by other types of accessories.

"Try it on." Nagito tossed Hajime one of the suits, and he fumbled to catch it.

"You change in the bathroom. I'll change out here." He jerked his head in the direction of the door, gesturing Hajime to do it now.

Locking the door behind him, Hajime studied the rich material that the suit was made of.

The clothing was simple. It had a black tie and sleeves that seemed to be made out of silk since the fabric was smooth and flimsy. Black pants paired with the suit, accompanied by dress shoes. There were two holes in the back for his wings to slip through, much to his relief.

Hajime slipped into the gala clothes, tightening his tie as he met Nagito in the living room.

"Hey, you done ye-" Hajime froze, his body tensing.

In front of him was Nagito, his attire completely different from the one he saw every day.

Instead of his usually gloomy aura, he looked more professional and confident. His suit was made up of the same material as Hajime's but instead of a black color, it was a silky pale pink. The creases in his clothing seemed to move in the light, causing Nagito to look sharper than he did before.

His wavy white hair was tied into a ponytail, something unexpected that took Hajime by surprise. He definitely looked better with a ponytail, Hajime mentally noted. 

And of course, his glasses were still on. Simply to say, the Grim Reaper was hot.

Hajime's face subconsciously flushed, and he had to place a hand over his mouth to suppress the slightest of a smile.

"Hajime? How do I look?" Nagito asked, tilting his head.

"Uh..." Hajime avoided the albino's gaze, only briefly flitting his eyes across Nagito's face.

"It's the ponytail, isn't it." Nagito frowned, reaching up to tug the black hair tie off.

"No! It's not that..." Hajime blurted out. "You look nice just the way you are."

"You too." Nagito laughed lightly. "Wait, hold up. Your tie is crooked."

The Grim Reaper planted himself in front of Hajime, his face dangerously close to Hajime's as his hands swiftly fixed the other's tie.

"There we go. That's better."

They were so near each other. Hajime could feel Nagito's breath on his neck. It was only a couple inches apart, and the brunet could easily close the gap with a tiny step toward Nagito.

"Oh, shoot!" Nagito ran a hand through his hair, clearly distressed.

"What?" Hajime's heart fell in disappointment as the albino scurried away, walking around the room in circles.

"I forgot the gloves!"

"Gloves?"

"They're mandatory for every gala."

"We can go get it now. We have two hours left."

Nagito's shoulders sagged in relief.

"Yeah. Okay. Tsumiki has the gloves, so we can go to her place."

As they exited out the door, Hajime couldn't manage to peel his eyes away from the stunning albino, his gaze lingering on the Grim Reaper's back.

The hallways were crowded, souls occupying every square inch of the place, either bringing platters of food or decorations. Nagito and Hajime weaved past the busy servants as they made their way to a separate building, the one closest to the east wing of the castle.

Nagito rapped his knuckles several times on the gold-purple door that was marked with a red cross.

"Tsumiki? Are you in?" Nagito yelled. "Tsumiki?? Mikan??"

"One second, please!" A timid voice called from inside. "Please waiiiii-!!"

The sentence was fractured as a sharp scream came from inside.

Faster than Hajime had ever seen Nagito travel before, the Grim reaper kicked open the door and dove into the room, his wings propelling his body upward.

Hajime ran after Nagito, his eyes glued in the air. The building was shaped in a dome, the ceiling arching into the sky. Rows and rows of glass jars and potions of sorts lined the shelves, emitting and mixing in many different smells that filled the room.

Mikan had been on a tall ladder, most likely reaching for some herbal remedy when she fell off.

The Grim Reaper caught the nurse in midair, gently lowering her to the ground.

"You alright?" Nagito asked Mikan, her body trembling.

"I'm sorry!" She squeaked, shielding her face from the albino.

"Hey, it's okay. You're safe now. No one got hurt."

"S-sorry for t-troubling you."

Nagito placed a hand on Mikan's head as a sign of reassurance.

A pang of jealousy shot through Hajime's heart while he watched the scene. He didn't like her already.

Hajime cleared his throat intentionally, breaking the moment between the Reaper and the nurse.

"Oh, yeah! Do you have the gloves? I think I might have left it here this morning." Nagito snapped his fingers together in an 'aha' motion.

Mikan, as flustered as she was, mumbled an incoherent 'Yes' and hurried away behind the various shelves. She returned with two pairs of black silk gloves, handing them to Nagito with a bow.

"I-is that a-all you're l-looking for?" Mikan stuttered.

"Yes. That'll be all. Thank you."

Mikan blushed, toying with her fingers, a gesture that made Hajime sick to the stomach.

"Would y-you mind some m-more of the lotion I g-gave you a while back?

Nagito waved his hands in front of him.

"No, that's fine. My muscles are less tense now, thanks to you." He smiled tenderly.

The pang of jealousy in Hajime's heart turned into a miniature monster that corrupted his thoughts.

The last time he checked, he was the one who helped Nagito apply the lotion to his wings, not Mikan.

And why did he have to smile at her more often than he did to Hajime? She was too blushy for his liking.

"Hajime. Come on, let's go." Nagito flicked his wrist at the brunet, fixing his glasses.

"Thank you again, Tsumiki." Nagito bowed on the way out.

Mikan dipped her head gratefully, almost tipping over as she did so.

Thank god they were leaving. The herbs and other medical properties in that room were making him gag.

Nagito stopped in his tracks, and Hajime almost walked into the male.

"Hey! What was that for?" He barked in annoyance.

"You... you were jealous, weren't you?" Nagito turned around, a smirk gradually forming on his face.

"No. I wasn't." Hajime said blandly, burying his emotions deeper into his mind and heart. "I honestly don't care who you're with or who you see. I just want to get out of here."

What the heck was he saying? He wanted the exact opposite of that.

"Suit yourself." Nagito shrugged, his smirk fading. "You can wait here until the gala starts in the ballroom. I'm sure you'll figure out where it is. If not, well, that's your problem. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to meet with another person." He replied sharply, his jade eyes narrowing as he pulled on his gloves. He tossed the other pair to Hajime.

"Have fun." The Grim Reaper said in a monotone voice as he departed, leaving the brunet to reconsider his actions.

Hajime's arms went limp at his sides when he watched Nagito walk away.

There it was. His one chance. And he had to blow it for himself. He had never been good at expressing his feelings, and whenever someone would tease him about it, anger would spike within him and...

The mafia lord lowered his gaze to the floor, the fading footsteps of the albino lingering in his ears.

Swallowing the lump of anger in his throat, Hajime turned around sharply, his fingernails digging into the soft fabric of the gloves, heading the other direction. The darkness of the corridor swallowed him whole, and he was gone.
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S O M E O N E ' S  J E A L O U S ~

Also, quick fun fact; something I picked up from Pinterest.

Jealousy and Envy are two different things.

When someone is envious, it means that they want what another person has, since they don't have it themselves. For example, talent.

When someone is jealous, on the other hand, it means that they are afraid that someone else will take away something they already have.

So when Hajime is jealous, it means that...

You all are smart, so I'm assuming that you guys can guess the rest of the sentence. ;)

Thus, let the Komahina commence ♡.