(I wrote this before I had an emotional breakdown :)))
this chapter is gender swap)
I gawked up at the owner of the knee that was pressing into my shoulder. I opened my mouth, but I knew no words would come out. Even if I was capable of proper language, the sly grin that spread across her lips would have shut me up. "Nagito..." she didn't reply, only leaned over as she pulled me up by my tie. It was probably better not to mention how she was basically suffocating me. I gave her a pathetic expression, hoping to gain some sympathy. I rested my head up against her thigh. Her grin faltered for a moment at the realization of just how much I resembled a begging puppy, inching closer for attention. My hands slipped their way up from her thighs to her ass, kneading it gently. "Nagito..." I felt some dominance return to me as she curled her toes. My low purr I used on her always managed to get me out of just about anything.

"Hajime, this-" I nearly yelped from the sudden fling of hands to my shoulders. To think she would get so spooked by a simple bite above her waistband seemed almost ridiculous. Seeing it happen made it endearing however. I brought her waist closer to my face with one firm slap of her (glorious) ass. The attempt at domination was long abandoned at this point. Her leg now slipped behind my back, leaving me no escape except to go under her. Not that I would. I don't think I would ever get tired of being pinned up against her. I slipped my hand along the seam of her underwear, taking note of the heat already coming from her.

I started when I heard the door on the other side click. Nagito stood on the other side of the glass, stretching her neck boredly. She visibly let out a huff before pulling off her shirt. I shifted, uncomfortable from a moral stand point of watching her undress without her consent, not that she would have let me in the first place. We weren't exactly on best terms with one another. She hated my lack of courage and I hated her self loathing. She was really quite charming and, as I could clearly see, absolutely stunning; however I refused to make any kind of move what so ever because of my own fear and the fact she believed she didn't deserve my affection. I swallowed thickly as I concentrated back on her.

If I wasn't hot enough before, the fact that I was subjected to seeing her hands roam all over herself would have done it in a few seconds flat. Her gaze was cast at the sink in the other room distantly. I had never seen someone look so sad doing something so vulgar. That's not to say I've seen other people masturbating in front of me before. I just... didn't imagine her looking so sad about it. Like she felt like it was her job, not something she did for pleasure. It made me wonder if she was like this with other people

"Hajime, you need to spread out more," she rested her head on my shoulder, pressing up against me. "Nagito, I-" "Hajime," she retorted sternly "don't make me be harsh on you." I felt hot shame creep up me as I slowly split my legs further, making me become even shorter than before. She slipped her hands up to rub my clit, "Perfect~ thank you honey." I gasped and gripped the wall in vain. I heard a dark chuckle come from her and she made cruelly slow circles around it. I let out a shaky breath and tried to grind into her hand, "Nagito, please do... do it harder." "Hm?" I went to speak but decided against it. I smiled smugly as I gripped her hand and made her movements rougher myself. Nagito seemed to be taken back. She just watched and kept her fingers straight as I forced her to speed up.

Everything in me started getting too hot for comfort as she moved to lay her body over the counter. I couldn't see her face, but I could see the beautiful arch of her back and how her hips slowly rocked along. I swallowed thickly, unable to remove my eyes from her. Her movements began to grow rougher and more unorganized. I jumped when I heard a speaker somewhere click on. It's wasn't one of the bigger ones that were in the main floor. It sounded like it was just a simply radio speaker.

"H-hajime.." I quickly looked all around, recognizing that voice instantly. I looked back to her when I realized no person could be in two places at once. She didn't seem any different from before, except for she seemed to be shivering now. Her movements froze almost instantly as she shook from head to toe. As if to reassure me that I wasn't going insane, Komaeda let out a breathy call of my name again, followed by several curses.

After she dropped her hands, she slowly pulled herself up. Her face was tinted pink and her eyes were hated over from her afterglow. She looked at the glass and I could swear she looked me straight in the eye. It wasn't her usual exspression though, so maybe she was just looking at her reflection. There was a tiredness to her exspression, but something about it looked welcoming, like she was open to me just coming through the glass. Her gaze lingered before she turned her back to me, leaning down to grab her discarded clothes.

I slowly stood, looking to the door hopefully. I kept looking back at her though. I never liked people who were so bony, but she seemed to be the exception. I could see the outline of her spine and imagined feeling up it, rubbing my fingers across the bumps. Really, most everything about her wasn't my taste. I would never treat someone different for how they look, but that doesn't mean I didn't have certain traits I liked. She was short and looked like she was just eating enough to survive. Really, if i caught her in her normal apparel without knowing her, I would think she was really just a man with feminine features. There were somethings to appreciate about her frame though. Her how spine bowed out to create her ass, how small and precious her breasts were, her small mouth and shiny eyes. I tilted my head as she turned back around. Even with all that, I still felt she was beautiful. It made sense. The first woman I openly love, and she unintentionally rejects any feelings I have towards her.

She looked up at the glass again. There was a sadness to her exspression. As she opened her door, mine was unlocked. I quickly stepped out, only to see her there, talking to the one who locked me in in the first place. If he ratted me out I was fucked. She already had enough to hold against me. She simply turned from him. She dragged her eyes up at me and smiled cooly.
"Good evening Hinata" I quickly made a forced smile "Hi Komaeda." I felt a coolness rush through me as her smile turned to a smirk "What we're you doing in the closet? Aren't you needed on the main floor?" I gapped for words and she simply hummed. With that exspression, I had a feeling she knew something she shouldn't.

(I can't write porn and I apologize)