Alternate Summary: "Whenever one of them has trouble sleeping, they always find each other huddled together in the same cabin, laughing and telling secrets."

It all began one insignificant night when Hajime woke up to a knock on his cabin door. He almost ignored it, until the knock came again... and again... and again.

Groaning, he haphazardly threw the covers away from his body and got up. Nearly tripping over his own two feet, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and waddled over to the front of his cabin to open the door. The door opened easily, and he found that he wasn't exactly surprised, but definitely unnerved, to see that standing on the other side was none other than Nagito Komaeda, interrupted mid-knock.

When he realized who exactly it was that had woken him from his sleep, an annoyed expression made it's way to his features. He had to wonder what in the world the crazy white haired boy could possibly want at this hour. Knowing him, he probably wanted to talk about his latest plan for murder. Or perhaps he just thought now was an appropriate time to make another heartfelt speech about hope. There was no telling with this guy.

With the door opened, Nagito reflexively took a step back, and happily greeted him. "Hello, Hajime!" He began, after flashing an awkward smile. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it? If nothing else, this island sure does have a lovely sky. Unlike in the city, you can see millions of stars every night!" He then laughed in that foreboding way of his, causing Hajime to struggle not to slam the door in his face.

Instead he ran a hand through his spiky hair, and sighed. "Nagito, it's three in the morning." His patience was running short, and he was tired from being woken up so suddenly.

"Yeah, about that..Is it alright with you if I come in?" He asked suddenly, causing Hajime to give into his tiredness, and immediately slam the door. The door didn't shut though. Instead it was abruptly stopped, and held open by four slender fingers, caught between the door and the wall. A sharp yelp was heard from the owner of the smashed fingers, and the door was opened almost as quickly as it was shut.

Hajime's eyes widened in horror of what he'd just accidentally done. "Oh my God, Komaeda, what the hell?" He loudly whispered, reminding himself to keep his voice down.

"I-it's okay Hajime! You can do it again if you want to!" The injured boy insisted, holding his hand close to his chest. "If it's you, then it's fine. Trash like me shouldn't-"

"Just shut up and get in here." Hajime spat, as he quickly grabbed onto the sleeve of Nagito's green jacket and pulled him inside of the small cabin. All reluctance was forgotten once he caught sight of the bruised appendages.

"Haji-"

"No, it's fine."

Hajime quickly sat the Ultimate Lucky Student down on his bed before turning around and rushing towards the bathroom. Nagito hadn't expected to be allowed in, not to mention dragged in. "This is a lovely room, Hajime." He said, as he admired his surroundings. "Much better than my horrendous cabin." When Hajime ignored him, he took it as an 'okay' to continue. "And I must admit, that Monokuma collection of yours in quite impressive. I've seen those toys lying around every so often, but I've never actually picked one up. Next time I see one I've got to remember to give it to you! Would you like that, Hajime? I can even-"

"Found it!" The spiky haired boy exclaimed, once again cutting Nagito off. Getting up, he walked back towards the bed. Only this time he was carrying a first aid kit in his hands. He'd picked it up at the supermarket not too long ago, and was fairly happy that it was able to come in handy. "Now let me see your hand." He demanded.

"Huh? Hajime is going to treat the wounds of someone as worthless as me?" Nagito exclaimed, his light-gray eyes lighting up. "I truly am blessed to be able to experience the kindheartedness of an Ultimate!"

Hajime scoffed. "That's great, Komaeda." He replied, as he absentmindedly began to wrap Nagito's hand.

Komaeda smirked, and Hajime scowled back at him in response, eager to get this over with. "Hey, Hajime?" Komaeda began, and Hajime looked up at him. "Isn't it funny?"

Hajime quirked an eyebrow, and Komaeda took this as a sign to continue. "What I mean is.. how the bad luck of me getting my fingers crushed caused the good luck of Hajime allowing me into his cabin." He said with a smile.

Hajime didn't even try to suppress his groan as he returned to his treatment of Nagito's wounds. He should have known Nagito would bring up something crazy like that. He wondered why he even listened at this point.

Eager to change the subject, the brunette brought them back to the matter at hand. "So, why'd you even come here in the first place? And you better not answer with some crazy answer like, 'I just wanted to see your hope', or something."

"Haha no, nothing as noble as that." Nagito's screwed up definition of 'noble' caused Hajime to roll his eyes. "It's actually much more selfish."

"Is it?" Hajime asked, obviously uninterested. He really wanted to go back to sleep.

"Yes. The truth is that I sort of had a nightmare."

"A nightmare?"

"Yes. It's a bit embarrassing. Kind of like a little kid who cries to his mother, right?"

"So that's why you're here? You're scared?"

"No, no!" Nagito quickly corrected, waving his uninjured hand frantically. "Not scared, just...uneasy?"

"That's pretty much the same thing."

"Yeah, I guess so." The white haired boy replied, thoughtfully giggling to himself at a joke the other failed to understand.

Once Hajime had finished dressing the wound, the situation suddenly became much more awkward. He didn't really know what to do now. God, he just wanted him to leave.

Although he didn't care about the nightmare, he asked anyway, figuring it was the right thing to do. But, due to a soft knock at the door, Nagito was unable to respond.

Suddenly startled, Hajime quickly stood up. He did not want to be caught with Nagito in his room. He wondered who the hell this could even be?! He didn't think anyone other than Nagito lacked enough common sense to show up at his cabin this late at night.

His thoughts were cut short as Nagito swiftly stood up. "I wonder who that is." He said as he began to walk towards the door.

"No- Komaeda, wait!" Hajime harshly whispered, in horror. But it was too late. Nagito had already reached the door.

Hajime could do nothing but stare as Nagito calmly opened the door and began casually greeting Chiaki. He acted like it was totally normal for two guys who hated each other to be spending the night in the same room.

"Hello Nanami! It's strange to see you here at this hour. Unless of course it's not. I'm just saying what I think Hajime would say." After some consideration he added "Are you perhaps here to see him?"

The Ultimate Gamer, clad in her favorite jacket and carrying her adorable kitty backpack, stared up at the White haired boy. She could have sworn she had knocked on Hajime's door, so why...Oh well. She had never been that good with directions anyway.

Suddenly remembering that she had been asked a question, the quiet girl began preparing her answer. "No, not really." She decided to say, seemingly unfazed from being faced with Nagito rather than Hajime.

The girl was suddenly much more confused when she saw Hajime push past Nagito and frantically try to explaim himself. "Nanami! Don't get the wrong idea! He just showed up and forced his way in!"

"Actually, you forced me in." Komaeda happily corrected

Gasping in shock and offense, Hajime blurted, "Shut up, Komaeda." before turning back to Nanami. "Don't listen to him. He's crazy."

"That may be true, Hajime, but I'm not lying."

"I only let you in because you jammed your stupid hand in my door!"

"Hey, hey."

As she suddenly raised her voice, the boys' attention was turned back to her. "Yes, Nanami?" Komaeda asked kindly. He was very patient with the Ultimate Gamer. Hajime on the other hand, was not.

"...Do either of you have any batteries?" She asked, once she was sure they were really listening. After staying up late to play her new game, her controller had suddenly died. She wanted to continue playing as quickly as possible, seeing as she was in the middle of a boss fight. But, to her dismay, the supermarket was closed, so she was forced to turn to Hajime in hopes that he would be able to help save her save data.

If this were an RPG, Chiaki figured it would be a side quest.

"Batteries? Uh, yeah I think so. Hang on." Hajime answered, as he retreated back into his room.

"Would you like to come in, Nanami?" Komaeda offered. Hajime groaned at how the pale boy acted like they were living together. Chiaki definitely wasn't one to gossip, but what if she accidentally happened to mention this while talking to one of her friends? If the others thought he was talking to Nagito they wouldn't trust him anymore. And trust was absolutely crucial in the situation they were being forced to undergo.

His search for the batteries was interrupted when he heard the two sit on his bed. "H-hey! What are you guys doing?" He got no response. They seemed to be making themselves comfortable and that was the opposite of what he wanted. What he wanted was for them to get out of his cabin. He was losing more and more sleep every second they insisted on keeping him awake.

Chiaki could hear Nagito talking her ear off from her left side, but she wasn't listening. She was too busy thinking about game analogies. If this were an RPG, of course it was a side quest, but what if it wasn't an RPG? What if it was a dating sim? If this was a dating sim, then surely this must've been where the separate routes split from the common route. Her heart sped up at the thought. If that's the case then did that mean Nagito and Hajime were her two options? She had to chose quickly in fear that her time would run out.

"Nice Monokuma collection, Hajime." The gamer said, deciding Hajime was the safe choice. Nagito's route would surely be filled with danger and many bad ends.

"That's what I said!" Nagito agreed, surprising Chiaki. "He said he'd like it if we could bring him anymore we find."

So she'd accidentally picked Nagito? Oh well. If this actually was a dating sim, she supposed she wouldn't mind going through Nagito's route.

The gamer was soon brought back to the real world when Hajime huffed in response to Nagito's previous accusation. "I did not say that!" He angrily denied. Searching for the batteries was proving to be more difficult than he at first anticipated. He knew he had some, so where-

His thoughts were interrupted when Chiaki yawned. Stretching her arms above her head as she muttered, "Sleepy.." in that way of her's.

"It's your fault for staying up so late!" He snapped before turning around to look at her. He was taken by surprise when he saw her lying down onto his pillow.

"Ah! Chiaki!" He gasped as he rushed over to prevent her from falling asleep, but it was too late. Soft snores were already emitting from her slightly opened mouth.

"That's our Nanami, right Hajime?" Komaeda said, out of the blue. "I wouldn't expect any different from the Ultimate Gamer! She must have been working hard tonight!" Since he laughed and shrugged as he said it, Hajime grew even more frustrated if that even was possible.

Groaning once more, he returned to his search and said, "Just hang on a second. I know they're here somewhere." Opening yet another drawer, he smiled in victory when his hand brushed against a box of new batteries. "Found it!" He exclaimed.

Though his victory was short lived when he turned around to realize that Nagito had also grown tired while waiting for him. The Ultimate Lucky Student lied next to the Ultimate Gamer on his bed. His calm breathing indicating that he was already asleep.

"No, no, no, no, no. Hey! Guys, wake up!" He yelled, shaking Chiaki's shoulder. It was useless. The only response he got from her was a soft moan.

Sighing, he took a step back in order to take a look at the damage. The two lay next to each other length wise, effectively taking up his entire bed. Why was this happening to him?

Looking down at the two, he realized that waking them would only cause more conflict. He'd be better off leaving them be. "Fine." He whispered to no one in particular. As long as he could get some sleep, he was happy.

Flicking off the light switch and returning to the bed, he gently pulled the covers up and over the two sleeping Ultimates. At least he was able to trust Chiaki not to kill him in his sleep.

That night, as he lay on the floor and listened to Chiaki's soft snoring, he silently thanked the Gods that he didn't have a roommate.

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