𝓝𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚘 . · 𝒦𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚊 ! ✙ — [𝑘𝑜𝑚𝑎🍀ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑎🍊𝑚𝑖𝑘𝑖💊]

It was morning when Mikan sat on the edge of Hajime's innocently sleeping bed, admiring him. Lately, she'd been feeling increasingly attached to him. Sure, he might not have been paying her much attention, even ignoring her, but Hinata was one of the few who didn't even secretly despise her, and that was enough.
The door creaked softly as it opened, and Tsumiki jumped out of bed: a white-haired guy was standing in the doorway, and, just like her, he was frozen in place in bewilderment, looking at her.
— Mikan?.. Oh, hi. And I'm here, bringing tea for Hinata...
Nagito said calmly, with a friendly smile on his face.
Mikan let out a sigh of relief and carefully sat down again next to the sleeping Hinata.
Komaeda placed the tray of tea on the bedside table and then hovered over Hajime.
Nagito looked at him carefully. It seemed he liked the reserve player too. The thought made Mikan slightly jealous.
Slowly straightening up, Nagito turned his head towards the nurse.
"Hey, did you know that 'hajime' means 'beginning' in Japanese? It really suits him."

• Y-yes...it suits him very well...
  — ...I met him, and life became more difficult... I keep thinking and thinking about him. He's a good guy.
  Mikan frowned.
• H-he doesn't share your feelings!
  Nagito also became wary.
• Really? I don't think you can say that. I'm definitely more suited to him, Mikan.
  Due to weak nerves, Mikan stood up abruptly and literally pounced on Nagito.
• N... Don't say that! How are you any better?!
  Komaeda remained almost unperturbed. He whined in irritation.
• Mmm... I'm calmer than you, more confident, I can give him more love and care...
• S... Shut up!
  Tsumiki nervously reached into the pocket of her white apron. Pulling out a scalpel, she carefully, almost point-blank, pressed it to the lucky man's throat.
• If you open your dirty, lying mouth...
  Before she could finish speaking, she felt another gaze on her. It was Hajime, awakened by the loud "dialogues. "