I. Fear
All you could do was curl up and cry the day your fate was sealed. Hope dwindled on that day. All anyone could see were their lifespans fading before them as they pondered on the killing game they were forced into. It was painfully obvious that there would be hardly any of you left once the game finally came to an end.
Fear overwhelmed you, much like everyone else, but in a crippling way for you. You stayed in your room most of the time, too afraid to be around the others. Anyone of them could be a murderer. It was like a predator waiting to strike his prey.
II. Hope
He found you one day. He was the only one who bothered to check up on you. You instantly recognized him as the boy who always preached about having hope: Nagito Komaeda.
He entered your room with a small smile. If it was anyone else, you might’ve been frightened; perhaps even screamed. You felt like there was no need for that when he approached you, though. He didn’t seem to have any ill intentions towards you. He merely sat down on the bed beside you and dried your tears.
The boy who preached hope also spread that same feeling. For the first time since arriving at the island, you felt at peace. The circumstances may have been life-threatening, but you learned that there was no need to worry. As long as you clung to hope with the last bit of strength you had left, you would one day escape that horrible island. Both you and Nagito would.
III. Comfort
Even after the other students began to despise this white-haired boy that you adored so much, you couldn’t bring yourself to harbor those same emotions. Discovering Nagito’s true personality only made you care for him more in a weird way. After he went out of his way to bring you happiness, there was no way you could ever think negatively of him. He was your savior, in a way.
The two of you laid in your bed together with your head resting comfortably on his chest. Your hand was clasped around his as you listened to the sound of his beating heart. It was a beautiful sound - one that you wished you could always listen to. You hoped it would always be there to listen to.
“Hey, Nagito?” you asked softly. His eyelids fluttered open to reveal his light green eyes. He looked down at you and a smile appeared on his face.
“Yes?” he inquired.
“How long do you think this killing game will last for?”
Two killings had already taken place. The number of students was quickly diminishing and your worst fear was that more murders would take place. At that point, Nagito, himself, was the only thing that kept you sane.
He sat up and placed a soft kiss on your lips before looking straight into your [eye color] orbs. “Just have hope, [name].”
IV. Obsession
It was that very same hope of his that fueled his obsession. In the name of maintaining hope, he worked day and night to discover the true identity of the traitor. He neglected sleep, food, and even you in order to complete this goal of his.
This obsession of his took a toll on him physically and mentally. You couldn’t quite figure it out, but you could tell the more he dug into finding the traitor, the more he changed. His time spent with you dwindled further down each day until he began to avoid you altogether. The information he was learning through his search only made him grow more and more distant.
One day, it all changed. His once cheerful personality was replaced by a cold one. No one was spared by his new disrespectful behavior, not even you. He behaved as if he suddenly loathed all of his fellow classmates and you couldn’t tell why.
Despite the blatant change in attitude, you refused to give up hope on him. He saved you, and now it was time for you to save him.
V. Death
Ever since the day Nagito found you, you’ve refused to cry. Even when you and the others discovered his lifeless body, no tears were shed on your end. Shock and panic overwhelmed your brain. You weren’t even capable of feeling sorrow at the point. Not even when you noticed the smile present on his lifeless lips. A smile formed, no doubt, during his apparent suicide.
Your legs gave out from under you as you approached his bloody corpse. You leaned your head down and placed your ear against his chest, in hopes that you could hear that melodious heartbeat of his that you loved so much.
You didn’t want to accept that his heart would never beat again.
VI. Despair
The tears were finally shed when Nagito’s true intentions came to light. He planned his own death in the hopes of killing all of his classmates, the Remnants of Despair, in the process. He was willing to kill all of his friends, including you, in the name of maintaining hope.
A single tear rolled down your face. As much as you should’ve, you still couldn’t bring yourself to hate Nagito. He, alone, was the sole reason why you managed to survive this long. Without his existence, there was nothing left to keep you going; no hope left.
Only despair remained.
