Hajime Hinata

Across the pool, Owari plucked what was probably the worst grape from the bunch and hurled it at Komaeda's head. They exchanged a few words.
Hajime, standing on the balcony of his cottage, watched as Komaeda sat with his knees tucked under him in front of the communal pool, oblivious to their brief conversation—and he didn't care. After Owari disappeared behind the door of her cottage, Hajime continued to watch Nagito from a safe distance, wondering why Komaeda had even decided to go outside. A pleasant, warm breeze blew in the distance, swaying the palm trees; in another life, it probably would have been soothing.
A couple of minutes later, Hinata lazily came down to him.
"Komaeda," he called, looking down at him. "Want to hang out?"