In the morning he could at least apologize and answer any of Hinata’s questions. Yawning, he managed to crawl under the covers and adjust his pillow under his head. Nagito’s chest tightened and he rolled to his side, clutching his pillow to his chest. Perhaps tomorrow he’d break down and come after Nagito. Then again Hinata did say he was exhausted. Perhaps he was overthinking the situation. The almost silent hum of the room’s fan responded unhelpfully with a monotone voice. “Hinata must think I’m the worst and took advantage of him. “Oh god,” Nagito moaned, curling his legs to his chest. It would be a miracle to recover from his blunter. ![]() How could he have been so brazen? He’d all but literally thrown himself at Hinata like a desperate lovesick fool. Nagito’s face burned several darker shades of red and he pulled the pillow closer to his face. Nagito’s lips tingled, memory helpfully looping the moment they kissed. Hinata who recklessly rushed to save him. Hinata saw his tail, didn’t immediately freak out, and promised to keep silent. He swore steam practically rose from his cheeks and out his ears. Nagito’s faced burned through at least three shades of pink before settling on an unflattering blotchy red. Screaming silently the night’s events played slowly in his mind, grainy like old film. ![]() Nagito waited until he was safely in his cottage, door shut and locked behind him, before collapsing onto his bed, burying his face into his pillow.
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