This was it. It's final, Nagito was not gonna settle another day of this sappy teenage torture. He was going to do it and that's final. Sure, he couldn't dress up like he planned, having it still being twenty degrees out every morning, but that didn't matter. Hajime was a simple man, a subtle flirt here or there wouldn't be less effective if Nagito wasn't dressed up for it. But just to be safe...

The spunk of his walk died somewhere along the way. Somewhere he left it behind, along with obvious footprints in the icy grass. Sad really, he walked out of his house with such overwhelming confidence and affection, but now it looked as though he was being stalked by the way he kept looking over his shoulders every nine minutes. It wasn't truly his fault though. Ever since the day the neighbors dog chased him down he had been paranoid of running into it unknowingly and getting mauled. Large dogs had a habit of doing that to him as he aged. All but his own dog seemed to despise his very existence and had a common goal of making sure he was paranoid for a large portion of his route. Which sucks when you consider that his route to school took twenty minutes to complete, though that wasn't what he told the others when they asked. He wasn't even entirely honest of the reason he walked in the harsh morning air everyday either. Though, really he wasn't honest because he hadn't realized the true reason he did it, even though it was clear the first few weeks of this schedule.

He walked twenty minutes, sometimes in below thirty conditions, everyday because it was his only way of having more time with the sweet object of his affection, Hajime Hinata. He might argue that of course, but it was rather clear that he would quite literally "Walk five hundred miles, and walk five hundred more just to be the man that walked a thousand miles to fall at his door". His affection and love for just being in his presence beat his concern for himself by a long shot. He risked colds and getting chased by dogs daily because he just felt good when he was near the one man that can do endless numbers on his heart. He would risk anything to just feel as happy as he did in Hajime's presence for any amount of time. Maybe he didn't know that was the reason because he didn't want to admit his thoughts about Hajime always sounded like they were ripped straight from a cliché, 80's, teenage romance story; on top of that, he was the one thinking the girls lines. I mean, clichés have to come from somewhere, but that's just so embarrassing and dorky to admit. Like, "Hey bro, did I tell you how in my head me and my boyfriend are like Romeo and Juliet except gay and with less death? Yeah, he's like, the greatest person I've ever been lucky enough to know and every day I risk dying so I can see his face and laugh and how he-" yeah, that would just be... embarrassing.

It was never that he was ashamed of how he felt about his boyfriend of six months and best friend of two years, oh no. He would never feel bad about admitting that he was infatuated with him, that he loved him more than most people in his life. It was more of... he didn't like sounding like a stupid teenager that has no idea what he's feeling and is only feeling the way he is because he's too ignorant to understand better. He didn't like the idea that if he said his thoughts aloud someone might label him as a dumbass kid. He had always know it, but he hated to be see as stupid. He knew why too. His whole life he was only told he was so smart and mature so he built up a complex. A complex so bad that it terrified him to be viewed as anything other than the intelligent, lucky prodigy he was raised to be. Hearing someone call him stupid or immature gave away the complex because he would instantly shut up and freeze, stopping whatever he was doing too, so there was no way of escaping it. Maybe that's what lead him to developing such thick emotional walls. He was so worried about seeing as anything other than his complex that he became apologetic and disgustingly polite. He became the person you talk to out of sympathy. He lived off of the sympathy, drawing away from a group till they invited him and if they didn't, he felt guilty and conflicted.

Nagito frowned as he turned his music back on. Without the noise his mind spiraled down into a deep therapy session, trying to piece together his broken mind and heart through confessions. The music made him imagine, not think. He heard a calm, winter themed song gently grow louder and he couldn't help the smile that grew on his face. "I twirl through the driveway with angelic grace till I slip on the sidewalk and fall on my face" he giggled at the thought of he and Hajime having their first Christmas together as a couple. He be outside for some arbitrary reason and Hajime would come out with a devilish smirk. He'd catch Nagito off guard, causing him to slip and fall flat on his ass in front of the mailbox. Hajime would giggle, earning a less than irritated glare from Nagito. Who would then throw a crudely formed snowball at him.

He muted his thoughts as he stepped up to the small intersection, trying to kill the bright smile that had formed as the song progressed, or at least stifle it some. He knew that if Hajime was there, he would say not to, that his smile was endearing, but he never wanted to seem too emotional near strangers. He felt it raised too many questions about him. The smile, and in hand thoughts, were resilient however. His smile grew once again as he ran across the street. Images of pulling Hajime along with him by his hand revealed themselves. The sun would be high above them, and of course they would be going the opposite. Hajime would call out little useless interjections as they jogged like "I can walk on my own you know!" and "Nagito do you ever tone down the gay?" The latter obviously earning a firm shake of the head and a resounding "No!"

(This entire fanfiction is basically just a bunch of music references honestly)