Hajime Hinata ✮ ⋆ ˙

(Disclaimer: I didn't think much of the plot, and if you think it's silly, I'm sorry)

With each change of day and night, Hajime began to tire more and more. His light grew dim, and he no longer felt the energy and vigor he needed for his tumultuous life. Sometimes he could get angry over the smallest things, which annoyed him. It was already unbearable for Hajime. After his work, Hajime would walk around the kromkshni darkness that he had left for a completely different deity. And after a couple minutes, he finally found him. Nagito, who was taking control of all things dark. Or the night. The very embodiment of the moon. Slowly walking over to him, Hajime placed his scaldingly warm hand on Nagito's cold shoulder."Can you help me get some rest? Please..."