To Wait For You- Komaeda Nagito X Reader

Chapter 2: Not completely gone

[A/N]: Long chapter ahead~ I couldn't find a place to end the chapter- so 2k words for you uwu

A month had passed.

To the him who hadn't exist, it was so, so long, but at that point, he just couldn't find it in him to care anymore.

The hope he once obsessed over, it begun to dull within his eyes. The meaning of the word, 'hope'; what was it again? What about it was so fantastic, that it consumed his very life? He didn't know; didn't care anymore.

"This... It's not exactly very different to how I had been living my life." He thought. And he believed it.

It wasn't as bad as most might think not existing to be, especially for someone like him, he found it to be better. He never grew hungry, he never grew sick. He didn't even have a need to open doors, or walk around something blocking his way, he simply passed through. He was 'living a life', rid of lies and deceit. He didn't have to cope with his unruly luck which can then be used by other people, people who actually deserved it, either. And he liked it that way.

But if he could be honest with himself, he did grow bored; lonely. Though, he didn't have many friends to begin with, if any at all, not being able to be seen, felt or heard, it was something he hadn't gotten used to. And truthfully, he wasn't sure he ever will. But he couldn't complain; surely, the world would be better off without the trashy essence that he was.

He looked out the window of an empty bus with one eye open, as he yawned, bored. Within the small splatters of rain that stained the window in thin, diagonal lines, he found himself searching meaninglessly for a reflection.

He had lost that as well.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, resting his cheek on his hands that was supported by the arm rest, and he watched the world go by, shop signs flashing, people scrolling on their phones, broken pavements, cracked windows. His eyes, boredom swimming within with clarity, caught on a sight that made him pause, and move in his seat. Moving his face closer to the window as the bus pulled to a stop at a red traffic light. A tall boy had his hands connected around the waist of a petite girl, both were bundled in fluffy coats, and were connected by a baby blue scarf, which hung around both their necks and forced them to huddle together.

The hope in their eyes was so bright, so pure, it almost made him smile. Almost.

He got off the bus at the next stop, he didn't know where he was, exactly, he hadn't for a very long time. But he didn't need to. He just did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and no one will know. No one could.

Aimless.

That would be the word he used to describe himself.
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'Tsumiki Private Hospital'

He had no idea what lead him to that establishment, and though skeptical, he didn't attempt to justify the reason for his legs leading him there. After all, when one has all the time in the world, unnoticed, some things are just so minor, happen so often, they refuse the need for a justification.

He walked into the building, somewhat used to the lack of footsteps after a month of not existing. The interior of the hospital was what you would expect: white, clean, with a strong smell of antiseptic. The private hospital was a lot smaller than the public hospital that he had visited before - one of the rare times his mother was back home, his mother had fell down the stairs of the home they so infrequently visited and twisted her ankle. His father was so worried about her, he carried her bridal style and brought her to the nearest hospital immediately. Nagito had followed behind him, silent. As he quietly observed his father fret over his mother, he realised that he had never - not even once - had been fretted over by his father, mother, or anyone for the matter.