Just Lucky

Blood.

Blood everywhere, as far as I can see. Squirted onto my lap, Nagito's lap, the table, the chair, etc. Shuichi and Peko have seemed to have saved themselves but Nagito, the stupid motherfucker, did not.

Unbelievable. It actually happened, he let his finger get cut off. It actually happened, he-

"Hajime!" Someone hisses at me, snapping me out of my deluded daydream. Nagito is sitting pleasantly right next to me, watching me with a concerned look in his eyes. All ten of his fingers are still intact.

My gaze snaps to the guillotine. One string remains, as well as Nagito's index finger. It would seem that when Nagito cut the string it was too much for Peko and Shuichi and they had pulled out. But of course, crazy Nagito along with his ridiculous luck, had stayed put and remained unharmed.

This dude is. . .incredibly lucky, holy shit.

"Komaeda wins," Kirumi announces, "he will be awarded thirty vote chips, as agreed upon previously. Congratulations."

The fluffy-haired boy swiftly gathers up his winnings with a grin. "I had a good time," He announces, "Thank you for gambling with me, let's do it again sometime!" He rises from his seat and I quickly follow suit. He then turns and takes long, confident strides out of the room, me hurrying to catch up to him. I hurry to match his pace, falling into step beside him.

"You're really fucking crazy, you know that?" I say. He smiles and casually intertwines his fingers with mine; I pretend not to notice.

"It certainly seems that way, doesn't it?" He agrees. I squeeze his hand.

"This recklessness is going to get you killed some day, you know?"

"I've already been made well-aware and I'll expect no less. Still, wouldn't it be such a glorious way to go, would it not?"

"I'd really rather you didn't die." I mutter. He grins.

"Aww, you care too deeply then to let me die then, sweetheart?" He teases.

"NO!" I answer, probably a little too quickly, "It would just be. . .rather inconvenient for me, that's all."

"I see," He hums, "well, I'm going to get going. I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart."

". . .Later, Nagito."

-

"So," Shuichi announces, all business-like, "I've concluded you should acquire a minimum of one-thousand vote chips if you'll even have a chance of surpassing Celestia Ludenberg."

Chiaki purses her lips. "Fair. But that will mean a lot more gambling for you, Nagito," She points out, "would you be okay with that?"

His eyes flash something dangerous. "Heh. . .okay with that? Oh, Chiaki. . .I would love nothing more," He slams his hands down on the table, making me jump, "I promise I'll demolish anyone who stands in my way! I'll gamble with people of higher status for more vote chips, I'll play riskier games, I'll-"

I can practically see the gears in his head turning.

". . .Let's change the subject before Nagito loses it again." I suggest warily. Sonia nods, folding her hands neatly under her chin.

"Then let's talk about the upcoming Dance!" She chirps. I roll my eyes.

"Why is it that all we seem to talk about is gambling or the dance?" I grumble.

"Nagito, Hajime," She continues, completely disregarding my comment, "and Shuichi too, you guys will be coming to the Dance, right? You're not going to make us go by ourselves, right?"

"Dances. . .aren't really my thing." Shuichi murmurs. Chiaki beams.

"Then we'll find you someone to go with so it'll be more enjoyable!" She insists.

"Splendid!" Sonia agrees, "I love playing match-maker!"

"Huh? But what about Hajime and Nagito?" He complains. Chiaki smirks.

"They'll be fine. Everyone knows they're going to end up going together, so there's no reason to worry about them."

"Hey!" I protest, "You can't just say that!"

She rolls her eyes. "It's going to happen eventually, so why not just make it official already?" She insists. My face grows red as Nagito smirks.

"Don't worry, Chiaki, date or no date, I'll ensure Hajime attends the Dance," He promises, glancing at me, "perhaps you, me, and Shuichi can go suit-shopping?"

I bury my head in my hands. "You guys can't just force me to go!" I groan. The peach-haired girl reaches across the table and flicks my forehead.

"Yes we can. You better go with them to get a suit or we can and will drag you there in your pajamas."

"Mmm, I wonder what Hajime wears to bed." Nagito muses idly.

"Honestly, suit shopping sounds like it could be fun. We can go tomorrow, it'll be Saturday." Shuichi suggests.

"The weekend will be the best time since I'll have to spend my weekends gathering votes." Nagito agrees.

"Do I even get a say in this?"

I'm ignored.

"Nagito, I'll text you Hajime's address."

"Thank you, Chiaki!"

-

NAGITO POV

"What do you mean 'you're not coming?'" I hiss into the phone, "You can't just leave me alone with Hajime, you know I have no self-control!"

"I'm really not feeling too great, Nagito, I'm sorry." Shuichi sighs in reply. I furrow my brow.

"You don't really sound that sick," I muse, "did Chiaki put you up to this? What are you really up to?"

"Nothing," He huffs, "I'm really not feeling all too good. I'm going to hang up now. Keep it in your pants. See you."

"No promises. Bye."

Shuichi hangs up the phone. I sigh, turning back to Hajime as I tuck my cell phone back into my pocket. He's still sitting over on the bench; where he had decided to wait while I took my phone call. I shake my messy mop of hair out before reproaching the brunet.

"Shuichi isn't feeling well," I tell him, "he won't be joining us today."

He frowns, climbing back to his feet. "That's too bad." He responds, shrugging.

And then I get a devious idea. Revenge.

"Well, you know~" I tease, "it could be more fun just the two of us. Kind of like a date~"

His face goes pink. "No, it's not like that!" He insists frantically. I gently take his hand in mine with a soft smile.

"Isn't it though?~"

"An actual date?" He responds carefully, "but we hardly know each other."

I roll my eyes. "Hajime, it's a fanfiction so that really doesn't matter. Come, let's have a date while we're here anyways~" I coo, leaning in closer.

"But I don't want to lose the bet." He mutters.

He certainly looks appealing, all flustered and conflicted. It takes all my being not to drag him to the bathroom and have my way with him. . .I'll suppose I'll just have to be patient for now.

"How troubling for you," I sigh over-dramatically, "looks like you're going to lose our ongoing game of Chicken."

His eyes narrow. "I'm not losing to you again. Let's have a stupid date." He huffs, tightening his grip on my hand. He then storms off, stringing me along behind him.

-

"Oh, Hajime, look at these!" I chirp. He turns away from the items he was examining to take a look at me and the item I'm presently holding. I had found a cute little pair of black cat ears. Naturally, I'm going to wear them for my beloved~

I place them on top of my head and strike a cute 'cat' pose. "Meow meow!~ I'm a loser cat with a gambling addiction!~" I inch closer to him, "Won't you scratch under my chin, sweetheart?"

His entire face explodes in a cotton-candy pink and I smirk, happy to be successful in my mission.

". . .You certainly are a loser." He agrees finally. I take the ears off and put them back on the shelf.

"Meanie." I pout.

HAJIME POV

"Alright, why don't you stop trying to seduce me and we get some suits. Chiaki is forcing us to go so we might as well look nice." I grumble. He smiles.

"I know a great store!" He replies happily.

"Oh?" I respond, "Show me?"

He grins, pale fingers closing round my wrist. "I'd be happy to!"

He pulls, dragging me out of the department store and to the other side of the mall in what feels like mere seconds.

-

It sure takes a while, but eventually I find a suit I'm happy with; one that's cheap and makes me look quite dashing if I do say so myself. I quickly pay for it and meet Nagito out front, who had purchased one himself. I wonder what his looks like. . .I suppose I'll find out soon enough.

"Well, we got what we're here for," I say, "then should we do something more date-like?"

His eyes light up. "Perhaps. . .we can split some food? Ah, I'm sorry, that was a terrible idea. . ."

"No it wasn't," I assure him, "in fact, it's a great idea. Let's head to the Food Court."

He smiles, suddenly looking a little shy. "Alright."

I grab his hand and we start heading towards the center of the Mall, where the Food Court is located.

"I'll find a table while you order, if you want." Nagito suggests. I nod.

"Sounds good. What do you want then?" I ask. He shrugs.

"Whatever you think is good. It doesn't matter to me." He answers.

"I might just get fries. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, definitely."

We arrive at the Food Court section of the Mall. As planned, Nagito goes to claim us a table while I go up to one of the counters and order. I order two medium boxes of fries and pay out of my pocket.

I quickly spot Nagito sitting in a table in the back corner, lips pressed together in a firm line. He's swiping through something on his phone. He appears to be a little troubled. . .I'm sure it's nothing though.

I swiftly cross the room and plop myself directly across from him. I smile nicely, placing one of the boxes in front of him. He smiles.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"Your welcome, darling." I respond with a slight grin. His eyes widen slightly.

"Darling?" He repeats cautiously. I shrug.

"As long as I'm losing this bet, I might as well do it thoroughly." I explain.

"What do you mean?" He wonders, "you haven't lost the bet yet."

I slump forward, resting my chin in my palm. "But I will, won't I? I'll never beat you." I sigh.

"Don't give up just yet, Hajime," He responds softly, "It's all in good fun, don't just settle for me."

"I. . .don't think being with you would be such a bad thing," I reply carefully, "I wouldn't be opposed to it, would you be?"

His cheeks tint pink. "I suppose not. But isn't it too soon?" He points out.

"It's a fanfiction so it doesn't matter." I counter, throwing his own words right back in his face. He chuckles.

"I suppose you're right. Besides, Chiaki and Sonia got together in less than three days." He agrees.

"We can try. Perhaps. . ," I swallow nervously, "you can be my date to the Dance we're being forced to go to?"

His eyebrows lift in surprise. And then he smiles again.

"Hajime, nothing would delight me more."

-

"I had a good time today, Nagito." I say as we pull into my driveway. He smiles.

"Me too. One of the best days I've had in a long time." The fluffy-haired boy agrees.

We sit in silence for a moment.

". . .Is this the part where we kiss?" I ask awkwardly.

"If you want."

I undo my seatbelt and reach across the seat for Nagito. I tilt his chin down and press a soft kiss to his lips, him not hesitating to respond.

I break apart from him a moment later. "I'll see you Monday?" I confirm.

He nods. "No doubt. We've got a lot of gambling to do!" He responds cheerfully. I roll my eyes.

"Just try not to get injured. Bye, Nagito."

"See you, sweetheart."

I step out of the car and head towards the front porch, curious about what'll happen this coming week.