chiaki x hajime

*looks at the door she just ran out of, expression softening for a moment before hardening again* Good. It's better this way. *Nagito puts a hand on his shoulder* Nagito: Are you sure you meant all that? You seemed... *trails off*

*runs faster, tears blurring vision* I can't... I can't breathe... *clutches chest, stumbling*.....

*starts to go after her* Wait- *stops himself* No. *fists clenching* This is for the best. *voice barely audible* She'll hate me less this way.

Nagito:we're pregnant..