"To think that an ultimate such as yourself would grace me with her presence, for a goddess to shine her light upon a filthy vermin like me…" Nagito smiled up at you from the floor, arms bound behind his back.

This was the first time you'd seen him since the first trial, and surprisingly enough there were no bruises or cuts on his face. You'd expected that he'd put up a fight against Souda and Nekomaru, at least, because any reasonable person would, but this guy…maybe he really was okay with being treated like garbage?
What a depressing thought for someone with such an adorable boyish face.

"I'm just here to bring you lunch. If you die, then it counts as a murder. It's not like I asked to do this."

What a lie.
When Hinata looked so disdainful at being assigned the task, you volunteered to take the reins from him simply because you wanted to see him. Maybe make sure he'd calmed down.

Komaeda had that borderline-insanity thing going for him, which caught your interest, and he'd said in such an upbeat voice that he'd happily offer himself up as a sacrifice to the blackened, or even assist them in pulling covering up their murder. Definitely attention-grabbing.
Not that you were going to murder anyone, or even that you trusted what he said as definite, but you wouldn't be able to properly assess him unless you interacted one on one.

That was going to be important here. Studying people.

You set the tray down onto the table and kneeled next to him. "I'm going to have to feed you, so…sit up. Oh, uh…"

Putting on a kind smile, you placed both hands on his left arm and tugged him up. "There, there."

Getting a closer look at the rope bounding his hands together, it almost looked too tight. As a rule, if someone (or something) is wearing a collar, or under any kind of restraint, and you can't fit your finger into the space between the skin and the material, then it needs to be loosened up.

"Nagito-kun, is this too tight?" Putting his constraints to the test, they weren't cutting off his circulation, at least, and you could slide your index finger between his wrists.

"Are you concerned about me? There's no need in that!" He laughed, uncannily chipper as always. "Or maybe, you're mad at me, too? Do you want it to hurt me? Or maybe, you'd like to murder me? But unfortunately, all the weapons were removed from the kitchen…you'd have to dirty your hands to choke me out."

His skin was surprisingly soft just around his wrists, and so you put both hands to his neck, just below his chin, and rubbed your thumbs delicately across his jawline. Nagito visibly shuddered and turned his head away, grinning expectantly.

"Go on."

"Nagito-kun, I'm not going to hurt you."

You slid a hand up to his cheek next, pulling his gaze back to meet your eyes. "I actually think you're really interesting! And cute."
Nagito had a weirdo charm to him, and he looked…frail. You liked that look and up close, he was even more attractive.

"Cute?" His eyes immediately darted away from you and watered up. "No one in my entire life, even as a child, has called me that before…if you aren't teasing me, I feel sorry for you!"

Was he insulting you for complimenting him? Or was he demeaning himself again?
Both?

He was trying to remain neutral to your advances, but he was clearly so uncomfortable with anyone being this close to him that he was sweating.
Taking a small breath, you released your hold on him long enough to reposition yourself on his lap.

"Nagito-kun, you said that you love us right?" Twisting a lock of his soft, white hair around your finger, feeling how his breathing was getting heavier…he was unravelling into your hands.

"That's…" His breath hitched when you pressed your cheek against his and whispered into his ear.

"I've been thinking about it. And I'd like to love you, too…if you'll have me." Never in your life had you managed to be this suave, despite your voice shaking—no, you probably looked and sounded like such a creep doing this.
But…Nagito was probably into it, judging by the bulge in his pants brushing against your thigh.

"For a girl as beautiful and smart as you to confess to me so suddenly…" He said quietly, voice shaking. "I never expected it to pay off like this."

Pulling back to look at him, his eyes were welling up again. "I can't say no to luck providing me such a generous gift…but-"

"It's alright." Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, shifting your weight to your knees and pulling him into a tight hug. His face went directly into your chest. "We'll get off of this island together."

Nagito paused for a moment, absorbing the intimacy and maybe processing that this was really happening.

"So soft…" He nuzzled into you, and you couldn't help getting a little flustered.
He sighed dreamily. "I can feel your heart beating."

Suddenly aware of it, you realized that the thumping had turned erratic and it only increased your sensitivity to the weight of his head lying against you.

"Because we love each other and the feelings are mutual, that makes us a team, doesn't it?" He closed his eyes.

"Eh? Of course!"

"Then I'd like to ask you a favor."

"Sure." You combed your fingers through his hair serenely, taken aback by the fact that he was actually accepting.

"The game that Monokuma prepared as the next motive…I want you to play it and tell me what you make of it. I can't, obviously, and for you to untie me would just arouse suspicion from the others, and I don't want them distrusting you on behalf of me. It'll be the smarter thing to do to keep our relationship here a secret, don't you think?" There was the underlying malice in his tone that had been so transparent during the trial, and you have no objections.

Instead, you felt yourself shivering with excitement…that unpredictable, condescending nature of his, so obsessed with hope and so humble in spite of his actions. "Alright."

"From now on," he continued. "I'll act not only for the sake of the ultimate hope, but for the sake of you, as well. It seems that so quickly, you've become a special kind of hope to me. One that is exclusively mine and mine alone—such responsibility!"

He chuckled, shoulders shaking, and in a matter of seconds he was rasping. "If garbage like me ever disappoints you, don't hesitate to kill me and save yourself! Promise?!"

Nagito looked up at you, grinning ear to ear, his eyes clouded with that same glazed mixture of despair and hope.

"Of course." You smiled, love for him only intensified, trying to contain your own body from trembling from the pure adoration he injected into your heart without even trying. You could never bring yourself to kill him, though, but if the thought excited him so much, let him think so.

"A hope that's only for me…I really am unworthy!"

Shaking your head softly, you moved back to sitting on his lap. "Hey, Nagito-kun, can we kiss now?"

The requested snapped him out of whatever murderous fantasies were playing through his head that likely involved you as the killer, and his face was red again. "I-I've been trapped in here for over two days, y'know…my breath probably stinks, because I haven't been able to brush my teeth!"

"You're fine."

"Well, if you insist, although…you'll have to guide me a bit! I'm afraid I'll disappoint you as I don't have any—"

Pushing your face only centimeters from his, staring directly into his widened eyes devoid of the madness from only seconds before, he went silent.
You closed your eyes, tilted your head sideways, and pressed forward, giving him a chaste kiss; his lips were dry, and without thinking, you glided the tip of your tongue over them.

Nagito jerked back, startled, eyes shooting open, but tried to mimic the movement with a hushed moan, and you couldn't help seizing the opportunity to kiss him open mouthed. He really wasn't sure how to do this, and you weren't exactly an expert, but your tongues entangling was better than you'd ever imagined.
You continued like this, lips smacking together, teeth clattering, until a tightening in your chest reminded you to breathe and break for air.

Exchanging hazy, embarrassed glances, you couldn't help still noticing the bulge pressed directly against your crotch now. A perverted thought passed through your mind, but there'd come a time for that…later.

There'd be plenty of time now. And there'd be plenty of time later, too, because no way were you going to actually die here.

"Next time will be even better!" Nagito promised you with confidence, seemingly reading your thoughts. "For now, it may be best if you leave before anyone notices how long you're taking with me."

"Oh…" You rubbed your head, trying to recollect yourself. "Oh, right! I-I need to feed you…"
Standing up (and accidentally giving him a peek up your skirt), you went to fetch the forgotten tray of food a few feet away.

"I'm not hungry, so don't worry about it!" He fell back over to his side, sighing contently. "Just do as I asked you, alright?"

"I-I will." Was he really not hungry? How long had it been since he'd last eaten? He looked happy, though, and you couldn't help feeling prideful at that peaceful, half lidded expression on his face.

"You'd better get going then."

"Yeah…" It was awkward still, just…leaving him tied up here like this. But it couldn't be helped, for now.

You made your way to the door, and turned back to give him a small wave. "I'll be seeing you soon, then!"

"Soon. I'm looking forward to it, My Hope."