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So this is a bit different from my typical drabbles. See, I found this wondrous au by @karugoround and it infested my brain. Where Nagito becomes Izuru Kamakura instead of Hajime. I love it a lot. You can check it out here.

And I loved it so much, I wanted to try my hand at it. And this is the result! I hope you like it!

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The endless noise of the small plastic clock hung far up on the wall. Much too high for a person to reach.

Well, most normal people. But Izuru Kamukura was not normal. He never was, even before the lobotomy.

But even if he wanted to reach it with his now superhuman abilities, to perhaps smash it and acquire a sharp shard to use on an intruder to his presence, his body was failing him. Due to the copious amounts of sedatives that made him feel foggy and heavy. Like his limbs were filled with lead and his thoughts couldn’t find a place to land. It was maddening. Almost enough to drive one insane.

But again, he was not like normal humans. He was no longer that pathetic and weak Nagito Komaeda. He was someone else. Someone far superior.

Someone who desired something else to happen.

It had been so truly boring lately. He didn’t have many visitors. The incidents with doctors had led to their demise. Either from his hand or his luck. Especially his luck, whose recent disaster had led to this solitary confinement. So none dared to enter his place of forced residence. Well, except one.

And speaking of him, he arrived. Right down to the very second. The door to his empty room opened, revealing the one he had grown to know better than any other. Hajime Hinata.

His chain clinked as he moved, his expression remaining neutral. But Izuru could tell his eye lit up ever so slightly at the sight of the other individual in the room. “Good day, sir. How are you feeling?”

A soft laugh rose, though it had a sinister hint to it. “You know you are allowed to call me by my name, Hajime. You have my special permission.”

“I could never. You are far too important of a person for me to be so casual,” Hajime insisted, pulling a cart in behind him. It had a combination of sustenance and medical equipment. Nothing different from normal. How dull. But it wasn’t like he had much choice. Such was life as a human experiment.

“I see. Perhaps one day. Is it time?” He sat down on the one other object in his room. The bed with the stiff mattress, flat pillow, and thin sheet. It was the place he was most of the time in this room. There weren't many other options. So it was logical that he would choose it over the cold, hard floor. He swept his long white hair to the side before resting his hands on his legs. “Very well. Proceed.”

His caretaker nodded, expression not changing. He grabbed the blood pressure cuff, approaching him and winding it around his upper arm. And so began the series of tests that ruled over his life. Nothing changed, so he no longer held any interest in the results. So he would simply sit quietly and watch Hajime write the results down on a clipboard. Thankfully, it didn’t take long. Not with the person in front of him.

For what reason was he allowing such contact without consequence? He would never tell.

Finally, the last test was conducted, familiar pen scribbles the only sound in the room. If Izuru focused enough, he could tell exactly what was being written by sound alone. But it wasn’t of interest to him. So he made no mention of it.

“Done. You can eat after the injections. I know they make you feel nauseous if administered before, but the higher ups insist I do it in this order.” Hajime turned his back to him to organize the tray. A bold move. A reckless move even. It left him so open to attacks from behind. And he should find himself lucky that the danger in the room had no intention of causing damage.

Instead, he did something else. He felt Hajime stiffen and shudder when his long, pale arms wound around his waist, cold skin against the rough suit material. “So serious about your job. So committed. To some, it would be considered admirable.”

Hajime didn’t try to move. A wise decision on his part. “Are you one that finds it admirable?” he asked, voice laced with the barest hint of fear.

It made his already present smile widen. “I shall leave that up to your interpretation.” One hand began raising, moving up the caretaker’s form. “I’ve been thinking. A lot, as I’m sure you can guess.”

The one in front of him shivered, though he did try to suppress it. Quite cute, in his opinion. “A-about what?”

The hand toyed with the collar and chain, making the links clink together. “About this place. The scientists and doctors have all referred to it as the ‘lighthouse.’ Correct?”

A nervous swallow, but a nod was performed.

“I do find it quite ironic. A lighthouse is meant to be a method to guide lost ships to safety. And in a metaphorical sense, it represents hope.” The pale fingers raised even higher, lightly brushing over the covering Hajime used over his blind eye. “But I see none of that here. No hope. No salvation. No bright future. Just pain, darkness and misery. What do you think about that?”

The caretaker remained motionless. “I would prefer to not answer that question.”

A pause, then Izuru’s hand gripped the chain tight, yanking it just enough to get his point across. “Oh, I insist. I would love to hear your thoughts.”

Hajime was smart enough to recognize the implied threat. “Okay. I’ll answer.”

His smile again widened. “Good, good. Now speak.”

“I… will not deny the presence of despair in this location. And… I have bore witness to it multiple times.” Yes, the man certainly had some other marks hidden beneath his suit. Ones he didn’t let many see. “But… there is a light. One that I know I can cling to when I have nothing left.”

That made the white haired experiment curious. More than he had been in weeks. “Oh? And what is the source of this light?”

“You.”

Now that he had not unexpected. And it thrilled him more than he could possibly express. “Myself? I wish for an explanation.”

“You are the peak of humanity. Everyone’s radiant hope. All who see you surely feel lifted by your very existence. At least, I feel that way.”

Izuru pondered over the words for a few seconds. All the while keeping up his hold on the chain. Then he softly laughed. A very rare occurrence nowadays. He knew it threw Hajime off, if the subtle change in position was anything to go by. “Interesting. So very interesting.” He withdrew his arms from around the other, taking a step back and sitting back down. “My curiosity has been satiated. I shall allow you to administer the sedatives. Whenever you are ready.”

He watched as Hajime took a deep breath and released it, calming himself before turning again. “Okay. Thank you.”

He did very much despise this part. He knew exactly how much was about to be pumped into his system. Enough to last until the next mealtime. Every day he cursed the doctors and scientists for this solution of theirs. It was the only way they could contain him and keep themselves safe from his luck. To send in a sacrifice and load him up with drugs. That way, their souls would live another day. Pathetic and worthless.

But… he would admit to only himself that they chose right on the caretaker. His simplistic way of thinking felt like a breath of fresh air. Amid all the talk of highly complicated matters and terms, a person with a regular education was very nice. Different perspectives offer different solutions, he supposed. So he felt intrigued enough to leave him be. To let him come close of his own volition. Which he did, even after seeing the disasters his luck was capable of. A brave soul. One he wished to continue observing.

So he said nothing as the needles entered his veins, chemicals intruding. He was grateful that Hajime had learned exactly where his veins were and how to quickly and efficiently administer through syringes. It made the whole process quicker. And so he didn’t have to choke down pills every few hours.

His caretaker backed away once the syringes were empty. “Done. You can eat now. I think the soup should still be warm.”

Izuru just continued smiling, reaching out to grasp the bowl and spoon. “Yes, it does appear to be higher than room temperature.” It was bland, like usual. The staff here didn’t allow for Hajime to use many ingredients and spices for his meals. Those quality ingredients were reserved for them. If only he could leave this room to make himself something by stealing their supply. That would be nice. But until that day, he would tolerate what was given to him.

Hajime collected everything once he was finished, again organizing them. It was a habit of his. Or maybe compulsion. Either option was possible. But he wasn’t able to focus on finding the answer for very long. The chemicals had begun affecting him again, stronger than ten minutes before. So he laid down on his pillow, staring up at the ceiling. “If that is the last of your duties, you are free to go.”

He felt the sheet being pulled up and over his body, tan hands tucking him in like a mother would do her child. “Get some rest. I will be back in the evening.” Then he took hold of his cart, dragging it to the door. A clang, a squeak, another clank with the additional locking mechanism. And silence, save for the clock.

He was alone again. Nothing but him and his thoughts. He was certain any other would have gone insane from this. And who knew? Maybe he was slowly going insane.

But at least he was allowed conversation. That was most likely the one thing keeping him grounded. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. He filed away every talk with Hajime into his memory, playing them back on loop when he was alone.

But he would have to do that later. His consciousness was slipping away from him. He would be forced to sleep soon. But before he shut his eyes, he once more glanced up at the clock. Only 21534 more seconds to go until Hajime returned. And he eagerly awaited that time.

Masterpost

I… uh… I did another Nagizuru. I couldn’t help it! It’s such a fun idea!

Au belongs to @karugoround . And I also want to mention this art done by @aliveko. It’s so amazing! Nagizuru being spoopy!

Anyhoo, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Izuru had memories from when he was Nagito Komaeda. He was very aware that the scientists had tried to wipe away everything of his previous identity. But some did remain. Including the memories of being sickly.

Something he did not miss. And sadly something that kept going even after the surgery.

Such unfortunate luck, he thought to himself as he laid on his bed with a fever. It wasn’t anything very serious. It was a result of him being locked away and drugged so often. His immune system couldn’t repair itself well with all that went into his body. He was sure that if given enough time away from the sedatives and other drugs keeping him weak, his body would go back to being healthy on its own. But that was not in the cards for him with the ones keeping him here. They feared him and his luck. So this was how his life would be until something changed.

Hajime had noticed when examining him in the morning. He appeared worried once he realized. But it also looked as though he was thinking hard on something. A little plan was forming in that brain of his. Oh, it was positively adorable to see. And if he had been more well, he would have pointed it out to get a reaction. But not this time, as he could barely move from the combination of sedatives and illness. What a pity.

So he was currently laying under his sheet with his eyes closed. His mind would not let him fall asleep so he was having a hard time resting. But there was not much else he could do. At least the clock was muffled by the stuffiness. So it was far more quiet. The one upside he could find.

Time passed. He didn’t care to try and keep track. Not when he was feeling like this. He was trying to conserve every ounce of energy in case movement was required for whatever reason. But it was difficult, even for him. This room felt suffocating at times. And it didn’t inspire positive emotions.

Not that he had many emotions anymore.

An unexpected sound interrupted his musings, to which he looked over. It was Hajime again. Much earlier than usual. And his expression was subtly different. He seemed excited about something. But he was sure he would find out soon.

And he was correct. “I told the doctors about your condition. I was able to convince them to let you walk around outside your room. They are certain you won’t be able to do much while like this. So we have half an hour to go to the outdoor courtyard. Can you stand?”

Outside? He hadn’t seen the outside since the very beginning of his existence. His only experiences with the outside was gazing out his window in his regular room. But he had been in solitary confinement for a few weeks. He desired to see it again. And being able to actually go outside was something he could absolutely find the strength to get up and go see. “I shall. I may require you to help keep me steady, so be prepared for that.”

He ignored the questioning ‘huh’ from his caretaker, instead focusing on getting to his feet. It was a dizzying experience. But Izuru was not about to let this opportunity slip by. A change. Something different from the normal routine. It made his heart beat faster with excitement. An emotion he had not felt in so long. It overpowered the illness he had for a brief amount of time. So he knew it was best to get to the courtyard as quickly as possible. “Lead the way, my dear caretaker.”

Hajime coughed awkwardly, a hint of red on his cheeks. But he opened the door and held it for the human experiment. Izuru walked through gracefully, instantly feeling a change in temperature. It was cold. And the hospital gown he was wearing did little to warm him. He loved it.

He heard Hajime close the door behind him before stepping in a specific direction. “This way. It’s not very far.”

He silently followed, eyes darting around to memorize every detail around them. He had not left that room in so long. When he was brought to this room, he was always unconscious. But now he was getting some semblance of an idea of how the whole building was constructed. He would file all this information away for future use.

Unfortunately, his body decided it couldn’t go on for very long, making him have to pause as he tried to regain his balance. Something his observant caretaker noticed. “Are you out of breath? Do you need assistance?” he tentatively asked, a bit hesitant to voice the question.

He was lucky that Izuru was very amicable today. “Yes,” he stated, grabbing an arm with one hand and winding the other around the broad shoulders, gripping tight. It left no room for escape. “Proceed.”

Hajime took a second to register what was happening. But he recovered and did as instructed, practically carrying the white haired experiment. The brunette did appear to be quite strong, as he was able to carry him without any difficulty. Or perhaps he had become incredibly lightweight from his inactivity. Regardless, either option meant that they arrived swiftly to their desired location.

True to his word, it was an outdoor courtyard. Various flowers and a few trees were present. But what struck Izuru the most was the air quality. It was fresh. It was open air. It was outside. HE was outside again. After so very long.

But again, his body betrayed him. He was losing strength in his legs. But he would not go back so soon. Instead, he had another idea. He squeezed the shoulder he was holding, getting his caretaker’s attention. “There looks to be a soft patch of grass under that tree. Take us over there and sit down. I shall utilize your lap as a pillow. I will not take no for an answer. Understood?”

Hajime nervously swallowed, but was quick to fulfill the request. They were soon under the tree, the brunette sitting with his back against the trunk. Once there, Izuru did as he proclaimed, laying his head down on the other’s lap with his eyes facing the scenery. This was much better. He was obscured by a large flowering bush so the sunlight wouldn’t be blinding. Already his dizziness was fading, him feeling more relaxed than he had ever been. But, he could think of one other thing that might help. “Use your hands to brush my hair. I desire the tangles to disappear.”

He felt Hajime startle at the unexpected request. It was something he had never asked for before. But like a good caretaker, he did as he was told. Hesitant hands ran through his long hair, growing more confident when there were no complaints or admonishments.

Izuru did not receive physical contact often due to his… current living situation. But even then, he would not accept it from just anyone. If one of the doctors or scientists tried while he was conscious, they would surely find their arms shattered. So again, Hajime was extremely lucky that he was given express permission to do this. And he would admit that it helped him relax. It was soothing. And productive. He was only allowed to use a brush under extreme supervision. Mostly Hajime. It was due to an… incident that may have ended in brutal injuries. Who knew a small plastic brush could cause so much damage to the doctor he detested?

But putting that aside, this was good. If being ill meant he was able to experience this, he would gladly accept every upcoming fever.

It really was nice. Which made the interruption all the more aggravating.

“Hey! I see you there! Answer me!”

A voice he had heard before. He searched his memory. It seemed to be one of the directors. One that talked big but in actuality did very little for the team. A waste of human life, really. All of these things he had overheard from others. So he was not well liked by his colleagues. And based on the tone, Izuru would say those thoughts were not unfounded.

But Hajime was still in a position under him. And as such, answered to him as a subordinate. “Good day, sir. I shall be heading back to Izuru Kamakura’s room momentarily,” he said politely and respectfully.

But it appeared that the respect only went one way. “You are that abomination’s caretaker, right? What are you doing here?! Slacking off? You dare to do such a thing? After the graciousness we gave you? We could have kicked you to the curb to waste away without any opportunities. But we didn’t. And this is how you repay us? Ungrateful brat. Just wait until I tell the others of this insolence. You won’t be coming back ever, mark my words.”

“Oh? So I’m an abomination? It is nice to know what some really think of me. Even if this information comes from a pathetic insect that doesn’t know his place.”

All blood seemed to drain from the older man’s face, realizing exactly who had spoken. He began to tremble as Izuru lifted himself off Hajime’s lap, standing up to his full height and red eyes practically shining with malice. All with a wide smile that never went away.

“Y-you… I… I just… S-stay back!” the director screamed out, but wasn’t able to do much more than cry pathetically and take one measly step back.

Izuru sensed Hajime getting to his feet behind him, but not making any move to try and stop the superhuman experiment. He was smart. Unlike the roach in front of them.

“Stay back? I suppose I can do that. But it is very foolish of you to think you are safe from that distance.” He turned his gaze skyward, seeing dark clouds rapidly forming and the wind picking up. A storm. He was interested in how this would play out.

His red eyes lowered again, making eye contact with the director. “Let us see what Lady Luck has planned for you. I can assure you that it won’t be painless.”

A startled and pathetic yelp emerged from the older man. He tried to back away towards one of the courthouse doors. But a sudden gust of wind made him lose his footing, sending him falling into the small pond. Izuru knew what would most likely happen next. So he turned and grabbed his caretaker’s hand, tugging him away from the courtyard and to the other door. He shut it behind him and pulled Hajime in close just as an earth shattering BOOM sounded behind them. Then the lights shut off, kicking on the emergency power. “Another lightning strike. Good thing we exited the courtyard before anyone of significance was hurt. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Hajime’s head was tucked under his chin. And through the embrace, he could feel minute trembles. He had unfortunately experienced a lightning strike before. It had left a scar on his torso, one Izuru knew ached on occasion. So he could forgive this moment of silence, of not answering back. Fear was very much a present emotion in his caretaker.

So he rearranged them, hands and arms winding around Hajime until he was the one being carried. Still no response other than an instinctual need to grab onto the hospital gown for support. “I got some good rest today. I was able to recover some of my strength. To thank you, I shall do this. I recall the way back. Don’t move.”

Hajime again proved to be obedient, staying as still as he could. Not even his collar and chain made a noise. So their walk was silent, save for his footsteps. The blinking red lights didn’t hinder his ability to see, so he had no trouble navigating through the short periods of darkness. Miraculously, for everyone else in this establishment, they ran into no one else by the time they reached his room.

“We are here,” he announced, putting Hajime back down. “Now then, if you would open the door.”

The caretaker, to his credit, recovered fairly quickly. “Of course, sir.” He regained his normal composure, getting right to unlocking the door. It opened, allowing access to both of them. Izuru beckoned for his caretaker to follow him in, which was done instantly. The experiment sat back down on his bed, looking up at the one standing in front of him. “I predict that this experiment of theirs was a success. They truly can be cruel when they feel like it.”

Hajime looked confused. “What do you mean? If you don’t mind my asking.”

Izuru grinned wickedly. “It was not out of the goodwill of their hearts that I was allowed out today. The scientists wished to test how my luck would be if I was ill. That director was likely not informed intentionally. They eradicated a pest while getting results. Clever.”

“They sent him… to die?” Hajime questioned. “Would they actually do something like that?”

He raised himself again, this time cupping the caretaker’s cheeks in his hands. “Oh my dear, sweet Hajime. You have yet to see the true cruelty that mankind is willing to inflict on their fellows. Such innocence. Such naivety. I wonder how long it will last.” He brought their foreheads together, seeing the fear in the one hazel eye. “I shall be keeping an eye on you. But you knew that already. So do continue to entertain me, won’t you?”

He released him, sitting again on the bed. He watched as Hajime tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths. And he decided to be kind. “You have done well today. I did enjoy our time outside. I shall rest now. You may go and report the… unfortunate accident of your superior. I shall see you later.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, positioning himself in a comfortable way on his bed. He drew the sheet up to his chest and closed his eyes, evening his breathing. It seemed to relax Hajime, who’s heartbeat slowed down more after this. “Rest well,” he whispered, taking his leave with no other additional words.

The door clicked as the lock set. Leaving him alone once more. But his mind was abuzz. Much had occurred on this day. Events that he would surely replay over and over again in his sleep. It was… thrilling. He had been so close once more to death. Not only him, but his caretaker as well. But what exactly was this emotion?

He turned onto his side, the corners of his mouth widening. He was most eager to ponder over this.

Masterpost

Nagizuru! Nagizuru! Yas Kween!

Yup, I did another. Who could resist? Certainly not me!

And boy oh boy did it keep going. It’s over 3400 words. What can I say? I was having fun.

And I hope you have fun reading it!

Au belongs to @karugoround

Even though he wasn’t a superhuman genius like Izuru Kamukura, Hajime wasn’t stupid. He could tell when the scientists and doctors were planning something. What it was, however, he could not say. But he had noticed them all glancing occasionally over to him when they thought he wasn’t looking. Being blind in one eye didn’t mean he was oblivious to everything. But he figured it was safer to not indicate that. He would rather keep some of his cards hidden.

So he didn’t say or do anything different. He kept up his normal routine. Preparing the food and equipment for the evening visit on his cart. And after making sure everything was in place neatly and orderly, he began pushing it towards his destination.

Izuru’s containment room.

To most, it was the death zone. Most were too terrified to even approach the sealed door. Too many previous incidents to risk it. Hence why they had brought him on to the project. To serve as the sacrificial lamb.

So he could only imagine their immense surprise when he not only made it out alive, but continued to do so. With the occasional accident. But Hajime kept returning to the white haired experiment despite this.

When asked why he kept doing it, he would simply reply that it was his duty and job. Internally, he knew there were surely other reasons. But he hadn’t had much time to sit down and really think about them. Too busy. And that was fine with him. He agreed with Izuru that emotions were complicated. He sometimes wondered what it was like to have little to none. But he would never know. The doctors had no intention of creating two freaks of nature.

So off he went, to the room where few dared to enter. He scanned his card, hearing the mechanisms in the door unlock and give him access. And he entered, pushing his cart in and following after it.

Izuru was there on his bed, sitting up and quiet. Nothing out of the ordinary. After all, he was on sedatives that lowered his energy levels. It made his body weak and lowered his strength, and it was imperative that he continue to be sedated. At least, that’s what the doctors continued to preach to him, trying to hammer this idea into his skull.

And even though he knew the reasoning for this, and had seen firsthand what this person’s luck could do, Hajime couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like off the sedatives. What would he look like at his full glory?

He shoved that thought to the back of his mind. He had a job to do now. “Good evening, sir. I trust you are doing well?”

He received a heavy sigh in response. “Nothing has changed. How dull.” He went back to silence after, staring at a specific spot on the wall.

“I see.” Today was a semi bad one. Where Izuru was of low spirits and very few words. Thankfully, it wasn’t a full bad one. Those tended to have… casualties. “Well, I’ll be sure to be quick about the tests and injections.”

Another sigh. “Do what you must.”

Knowing that he shouldn’t test his own luck, Hajime quickly began. Everything was routine by this point. So it went quickly and efficiently. All his results were jotted down and he administered the sedatives without any fuss. Not that Izuru usually caused a fuss. He was very passive when not tempted by violence. Especially with Hajime. But he didn’t try to read into it. He wasn’t special. He was just mildly entertaining to the experiment. That was all there was to it.

He was finished before he knew it, placing the empty syringe in its place on the cart. “Thank you, sir. Everything has been completed. Here’s your dinner. I managed to get you an extra roll. Can you eat it all?”

Wordlessly, Izuru took the plate and began eating. Not wanting to be rude, Hajime turned back to his cart. He meticulously examined and organized the items on it. It was a compulsion to keep everything in place and perfect. If something was out of place, it bugged him greatly. Therefore, order was a new constant in his life.

He busied himself with this until he heard the sounds of eating stop. Facing Izuru again, he collected the plate and utensils from him, placing them in the area he designated for them on his cart. “Is everything alright? Do you need anything else?” he asked.

He got a soft laugh in return. “Even if I requested something else, you know as well as I do that it would be denied. So I shall refrain from answering.”

Hajime nodded politely, chain clinking with the movement. “I understand. I shall take my leave then.”

Grabbing the cart’s handle, he began stepping away from Izuru and towards the door. Another round of tasks done. And he would be back the next morning to do it again. Nothing different from usual.

Or so he thought.

To his surprise, he was met at the door. About seven people were gathered at the door, three of them security and four of them scientists. “You are done with the tests?” one of the scientists asked.

“Yes, sir,” he responded promptly. He knew he had to be respectful at all times to these people. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he wasn’t. And he had no plans to find out.

“Good. Now then, there is something else that we need you to do while here,” another said, grabbing the cart and tugging it away and out the door.

Hajime was starting to get skeptical. “What do you need me to do?”

He felt something get shoved at him. He scrambled to get a good hold on it. While he was distracted, he felt one of the security guards reach forward and grab his card off his belt loop.

“We want you to stay here overnight. Let’s see if Izuru Kamukura will tolerate someone in his room for a whole night. Good luck on surviving.”

Then the door was shut, lock clicking and footsteps fading away.

Hajime stood there speechless. Did they… just lock him in here? For the rest of the night? He then realized that the object in his arms was a bedroll. So yes, that was exactly what they forced upon him.

“Oh? What an interesting turn of events. Perhaps tonight will not be as boring as I initially thought.”

Hajime felt a chill go up his spine when he heard that voice right behind him. He swallowed to try and calm his fear before daring to turn. Sure enough, Izuru was standing there less than a foot from him, smiling wide and eyes lit up with interest.

“I… I promise to be as silent and undisturbing as I can. I’ll set my roll up on the other side of the room. To not invade your space,” he quickly assured, meeting the intense gaze.

“Hmmm… it really is a shame that the sedatives are kicking in. I would have loved to spend more time enjoying this,” Izuru practically purred, raising a hand to cup Hajime’s cheek. “If you are so insistent on your proclaimed placement, then I shall permit it. Well then, goodnight my dear caretaker.” With one final look, the experiment stepped back to his bed, slipping under his sheet and closing his eyes.

Hajime stood there frozen for a few more seconds, trying to calm his heart. Whenever Izuru touched him, it was a confusing mix of wonderful and terrifying. It caught him off guard every time. And it always took a little to recover. But recover he did, making his way over to the corner farthest away from the sleeping Izuru. He carefully set his emergency radio near the wall before unrolling the bedroll. He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake the white haired experiment. Thankfully, it was a simple design and he was able to crawl in soon enough.

He laid there on the floor for a while, facing the other occupant. But when the lights in the room began to dim for nighttime sleeping, he too felt drowsy. Closing his eyes, he let himself begin to drift off. Habitually, he rolled over to his other side, facing the wall. He preferred laying on his left side nowadays, since he could see from his working right eye when in this position if he needed to.

He was able to ignore the clock on the wall while he dozed, relaxing as best he could. He knew he was still in dangerous territory, but the knowledge of the danger being asleep was comforting. If the rest of the night passed like this, this wouldn’t be all too stressful.

But again, Lady Luck had other plans for him.

He wasn’t sure how long he had laid there, but it had probably been a few hours and was late into the night. But something changed. And he hadn’t expected it whatsoever.

With no warning, Hajime felt the cover of his bedroll shift. Then he felt something snake around his waist. And hot puffs of air landing on the back of his neck.

“I think I shall join you tonight. I will not pass up this opportunity of change.”

Izuru… was laying behind him. Extremely close and making physical contact. He had known he was in the lion’s den, but now he was pinned under the lion’s claws.

He kept silent and as still as he could. And he tried to retain a regular breathing rhythm. But of course, the analyst talent in Izuru came into play.

“Tell me, Hajime. Do you fear me?”

A jolt ran through his body at the direct question. And he knew he couldn’t leave it unanswered. He knew that Izuru knew he was conscious. “I… would be a fool to not. You are capable of so much. I have seen what you can do. But…”

He felt the arm around his waist tighten. “Please, continue your statement.”

Hajime took a deep breath. “But at the same time… something about you is so fascinating. I can’t stay away. I feel almost like Icarus flying too close to the sun. But I can’t bring myself to fly safely. I want to risk it, if you will allow me to.”

Izuru hummed, then tugged his body closer, back now resting against the experiment’s chest. “I will allow it. Speaking so passionately does wonders in the art of convincing. So I shall accept your answer.”

Relief flooded through his body at the words. “Thank you.” He felt a spark of courage afterwards, tempting him to ask a question. “If I may inquire, are the sedatives wearing off? I know the amount you are given could incapacitate the average adult man.”

“But you forget that I am not what can be considered ‘average.’ And they are very much still in effect. However, I was able to summon enough energy to relocate. And here I shall stay for the night. You shall entertain me while here.”

The way the sentence was framed was not a question. It was an order. “Yes, sir. Whatever you need.”

“You are most agreeable. That is good. So if you really are fine with tending to my needs, you can answer whatever questions I may have.” Hajime started to feel Izuru’s other hand begin to travel along his upper torso. Mostly around his neck. “Your collar and chain are still on. Why is that?”

The brunette clenched his hands under the bed roll’s cover. “I don’t have a key. So I can’t take it off.”

Izuru traced the metal around his neck. “It appears that the doctors and scientists do very much enjoy feeling superior. So they chained you like a dog. Giving you enough treats to earn loyalty. Or so they think.”

Izuru paused, but continued his train of thought not long after. “Hajime, answer me this. Why are you here? What led you to this place? To this job? To me?”

“I…” Hajime felt memories run through his mind, of his life before his occupation here. He hadn’t thought of them for a long time. “I have never been more than average in my life. And when surrounded by a world that adores success and talent, it’s soul crushing. So when I was presented with the potential to be something more, I didn’t hesitate to throw my name into the pool of candidates. Of course, I was not chosen. That honor went to you. But I guess I showed enough enthusiasm to be placed in this role. And I haven’t looked back.” He let out a sad laugh. “You must think this story is painfully boring. Nothing special.”

“On the contrary, my dear caretaker. I find this to be extraordinary. It seems that our luck has led us down paths that ended here. Whether the luck is good or bad, that is not evident quite yet. But…” Izuru leaned in more, moving so that Hajime was tucked under his chin. “I am inclined to believe it to be in the more positive light. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Feeling the body behind him practically curling around him, Hajime knew he should have been terrified beyond belief. At any moment, if Izuru felt compelled, he could kill him with no effort in multiple ways. But he wasn’t. And there was a hidden feeling of comfort amidst the dread. It was like nothing else could get to him with Izuru here. The superhuman experiment had deemed him worthy, and as such, he fell under his protection for the night.

“I sense tension leaving your body. You are feeling more relaxed now, aren’t you? How interesting,” Izuru muttered, moving his hand from the metal collar to the caretaker’s shoulders. “But I can still feel some in here. What a hard worker.” The arm around his waist loosened slightly, allowing the white haired experiment to move back a few inches. “Hajime, since you are here and being so compliant, serve as my subject of practice. And you may fall asleep if this proves successful. You have my permission.”

Hajime wanted to ask what exactly he meant by his words, but he soon found out without voicing his question. Izuru’s hand began pressing harder into his skin, kneading his stiff muscles. Without his input, a pleased sound emerged. It felt really good and relaxed him more than he had been in months. His eyes closed again and he could tell that his levels of consciousness were rapidly fading. Izuru’s talent was just too good for him to even try to resist. And so, he fell asleep. Held by the world’s most dangerous man.

~~~~~~~~~~

Sleep was not easy for Hajime anymore. So when he got periods of good rest, he felt inclined to stay asleep for as long as his body and job would allow. He had no dreams that night, just a relaxing and refreshing sleep. The quiet around him kept him sleepy, keeping him in its embrace.

Until the sound of a crackling, static voice filled the silence.

‘Hinata. Report this second if you are still alive.’

His radio. And the voice of a scientist. He really should respond.

But as he tried to blink the sleep out of his working eye and reach over to grab the device, he noticed a few things.

One. He was staring at an unfamiliar wall. His room was not painted white. Two. He was in a bedroll. Very different from his own bed. Three. His arms were locked in place by a grip of steel of someone behind him.

Suddenly, he recalled exactly where he was. He was in Izuru’s room. Locked in to test the experiment’s patience of him. And that Izuru had snuck into his bedroll at some point during the night.

That explained things. Especially why he couldn’t move his arms. He was torn on what to do now. He needed to report back. But he also didn’t want to try and escape from Izuru’s grip for fear of what he might do in retaliation.

But he didn’t end up needing to make that difficult decision with the sound of the radio speaking again. ‘Hinata. Respond now.’

He heard an annoyed huff behind him. “They are impatient. Why must they find it necessary to disturb us?” The arms around him loosened, enough for Hajime to reach out and grab the radio.

“Hajime Hinata here. I’m still alive and well,” he spoke, a bit of gruffness audible from him just waking up.

‘Next time, respond faster. Now then, you will need to report everything when we come unlock the door. Be prepared in the next five minutes.’

Izuru plucked the radio out of Hajime’s hand, bringing it up to his face and pushing the button to respond. “I am not done with my caretaker yet. Leave us be. And if you come here and try to forcefully remove him, I shall rip out your tongues.” He then hurled the radio at the wall, the force shattering the device into tiny pieces. “There. Now we can rest more.”

Hajime stared in shock at the shards of the mechanical device. Izuru… was still sedated… and could do that easily. It made him extremely grateful to be on the experiment’s good side at this moment.

“You are amazing.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them. And he knew he had been heard.

He could feel the intense gaze behind him, imagining the eternal smile growing wider. “Compliments are not something I receive often. Whether in this life or my previous one.”

The brunette shuddered as he felt the warm breaths on his neck again. “Do… you like getting compliments?”

The cold pale fingers traced over his collar, soft enough to not make a sound. “I shall let you figure that out.”

It was quiet for about twenty minutes, only the clock making noise. But eventually, Hajime felt Izuru pull away, leaving the bedroll and standing above him. “It is nearly time. They will come this way soon to collect you. And I can release you since I was so rudely awakened. Unconsciousness will not reappear until later.” His head tilted. “You should rise and make yourself presentable. Though I do not mind what state you come to me in.”

Hajime was successful in taming the red threatening to paint his cheeks. He kept his head down as he got out of the roll and folded it back up. “I appreciate it, sir.”

The shoulders rose and fell with a wistful sigh. “What will it take to convince you to use my name?” Without waiting for an answer, Izuru turned and headed back to his bed, long white hair swaying with each step.

The caretaker mulled over the words. Would he be able to address the experiment informally? He wasn’t sure. And he was not confident enough to try. Being respectful had kept him alive thus far. And he fully intended on continuing to do so, not only for his survival but because Izuru deserved it.

But… he wouldn’t deny the small part of him that desperately wanted to throw caution to the wind. It grew with every encounter he had with the embodiment of talent and luck. And with last night? It was far bigger.

Nevertheless, he resisted like all other times. He still had a sense of self preservation. He watched until Izuru was fully sitting on the mattress before moving himself. He walked over towards the door, standing next to it while he waited.

“They will arrive in 41 seconds based on their footsteps. There is no sound of a cart so they must not expect you to do the examination until later. Poor Hajime, being worked to the bone.” The smile turned into a smirk. “You know, if you stayed here in this room, you wouldn’t be required to do so much.”

They both knew that was highly unlikely to happen. Hajime took pride in his position of being the Ultimate Hope’s caretaker. And they also both knew that Izuru was likely to not respond as amicably to anyone else entering his room to bring him food or sedate him.

Highly unlikely. But the chances were not zero.

It made Hajime softly laugh with his own smile. “Your offer is tempting. But I’m afraid I will have to decline. Someone has to make sure you get nutrients.”

“Ah, yes. That is a fair point. Very well, I shall allow you to leave. Until next time, my dear caretaker,” Izuru said, waving as the door opened and Hajime was yanked out.

The door shut, blocking his view of the experiment. He vaguely heard the scientists demanding answers from him, but he momentarily ignored them in favor of one last thought.

Yes. Until next time.

Masterpost

So, quick thing before we begin. I have been chatting with @karugoround and they have been sharing some details about their ideas for the au. So I went back and changed a few things in the previous fics to better match what they are creating. It’s not much, just a few things here and there. But if you notice some things are different, that’s why!

When they first met, Hajime’s heart skipped a beat.

He had heard from his friend, Chiaki, about this person. How strange his luck tended to be and his eccentric way of thinking and speaking. And how he was nothing but uplifting when conversing with her.

And one day, she desired for her classmate to meet her new friend.

So she guided him over to the bench where she and Hajime played video games. And upon his first look of this teenager, Hajime could say with confidence that he found this white haired man attractive.

For about five seconds. Before his expression changed and his words were spoken. “Chiaki? Why are you leading us over to a useless and pathetic Reserve Course?”

Yeah, that was enough to kill the light, fluttery feeling. And several of their interactions after were similar. Nagito exuding an energy of superiority and Hajime biting back with choice words. He did feel bad for Chiaki, as she desperately wanted them to get along. But as long as Nagito acted this way, there was little room in his mind for compassion and peaceful conversation.

Which is why it surprised him when suddenly, out of the blue on a normal day, Nagito sat down heavily on the bench next to him. Chiaki was nowhere in sight. It was just them.

It startled Hajime for a few reasons. First, he had been thinking hard about something that Hope’s Peak had offered to him. A chance to become something more. The embodiment of talent and hope. And if he decided to go forth, where to go to put his name into the pool. Second, instead of the usual sneer and condescending look, Nagito instead looked at him with exhausted eyes.

It kept him quiet as he allowed the white haired teen to speak when ready. Which didn’t take all to long. “Hajime, why do you go to this school? To try and find your calling? Discover what makes you different from the rest of humanity?” The green eyes looked skyward, a sad smile on his face. “What is it like? To not be special from the start? To be plain and average in everything?”

Hajime felt his eye twitch in annoyance. “I could ask you something similar. What is it like to be blessed with a defining talent from the start? This world adores talent. So having something to excel at is a blessing in this day and age.”

Nagito turned to him, expression practically dead. “Is it a blessing? Or a curse?”

That made the brunette pause. He had… never seen someone look so resigned with life. “Nagito? Are you… okay?”

“It seems that we both seek something that is out of our reach. To be someone we are not.” Nagito commented, eyes like thick steel doors. Not letting anything slip past. “Tell me, Reserve Course. If you were given an opportunity to change yourself and status, would you take it? With no questions asked?”

Hajime paused. Then he answered. “Yes. I would. What about you?”

“Ah, it seems we have found something we agree on. I’ll forgive you for sharing my desires this time. As you assisted in helping me confirm my decision.” The Main Course student stood back up, turning to leave.

Hajime stood up as well, grabbing the thin shoulder. “Wait. What decision? And why are you acting like this? This isn’t like you.”

Nagito shrugged, in the process knocking the hand off. “A bad day. Bad luck. But that’s nothing new for me. Goodbye, Hajime.”

Little did Hajime know, as he stared at the retreating student’s back and soft swaying hair, that those would be the final words he would hear from him.

~~~~~~~~~~

When they first met, Hajime’s heart stopped.

He had signed his name into the pool for candidates for the project. But he was not horrifically surprised when he was informed that he was not chosen. That the picked candidate had already been transformed into something more.

But, they still had a position for him. They offered for him to be the Ultimate Hope’s caretaker. An honorable and important position. And seeing no other option, Hajime accepted.

And now, he was standing in front of the creation. In front of Izuru Kamukura.

In front of the corpse of Nagito Komaeda.

He felt chills of fear and uneasiness flood his body as he stared at the motionless person on the bed. Those red eyes displayed no recognition. The smiling mouth remained closed and silent. And the white cloud-like hair was now a waterfall, reaching the experiment’s knees.

So similar. But at the same time, so different. So much more dangerous.

He had been told details about what Izuru was capable of. His talent had been luck back when he was Nagito. And now with this surgery, it was magnified. But not in a good way. Disasters and horrific accidents were very commonplace here. Especially with ones that Izuru didn’t seem to like. Already, four of the doctors responsible for the surgery had perished in painful ways.

Which is why they needed him. One who was passionate about hope and would do anything to be something more.

Internally, Hajime knew. He now knew the real reason for why they brought him here. To take the place of the scientists and doctors. To be the one to perform the tasks that required close contact.

But despite those facts, and the unsettling knowledge of what was in front of him, he stayed where he was. He wouldn’t deny that he felt slightly paralyzed by the crimson eyes, but also he wanted to remain. He desired to help this person in front of him. To be a part of the Ultimate Hope’s life. And to do this, he would happily become a servant to him. He was ready for this. And he would take any challenge that came around.

With that courage, he stepped forward, catching the experiment’s full attention. The doctors and the security were silent, not wanting to interrupt this. That suited Hajime just fine. He bowed respectfully to Izuru, eyes lowering to the floor. “It is an honor to meet you, sir. I shall work hard to ensure you are well taken care of.”

He glanced back up, meeting the intense gaze. And though very subtle, he could see that the smile was just a little wider. That had to be a good sign, right? He wasn’t dead from either him or the guards, so he must have acted correctly. He filed that away in his mind. If he was to survive this, he would need to learn all he could.

~~~~~~~~~~

“You appear to be thinking fondly of something. Would you care to share what it is with me?”

The smooth voice brought Hajime back into the present. His eye focused and he glanced over to the voice’s owner. Izuru was holding his bowl and chopsticks, with a minimal amount of food left.

“I’m sorry, sir. I was… remembering our first meeting,” he replied.

It was impossible to tell what Izuru’s true feelings to that were. The eternal smile threw him off constantly. It almost never gave anything away. His next comment was equally as unclear. “I see.”

Short and firm. Not an uncommon occurrence. So Hajime wasn’t put off about it. But he did feel something else. A compulsion to ask something. “What were… your thoughts when we first met?”

Izuru didn’t answer until he finished the last bite of food and handed the bowl and chopsticks back to the caretaker. “My, my. How bold of you to ask. One might think you are being quite foolish. Though I continue to think it is entertaining when you do ask for answers from me.”

A few beats of silence, the white haired experiment giving no indication of continuing. Hajime sighed. “I should have known you wouldn’t answer. Can’t blame me for trying though.”

“Try you do. And I will permit you to continue your attempts. Think of it as a reward for surviving this long.” Izuru reached up and caressed his cheeks. “Ah… conversing is truly a hidden pleasure. Especially with one such as yourself. It would be such a shame if this were to end.” The grip on him tightened. “So do be careful, my dear caretaker. The balance of this world relies on you, in a way.”

Surely Izuru could feel the flush warming his face. But he made no comment on it, just a smirk.

Hajime had noticed the Ultimate Hope’s progression in verbal communication. At first, practically nothing was said to him. But as this arrangement continued, and Hajime proved time and time again his loyalty to his charge, Izuru started speaking to him more. To the point where they could have full conversations. That is, if Izuru felt like it. He still liked to be cryptic and secretive occasionally.

And he also liked to invade personal space, as Hajime was currently well aware. Additionally, he occasionally enjoyed physical contact, with the caretaker on the receiving end. And it never stopped being electrifying.

And every time it happened, Hajime could feel a tiny fraction of fear vanish. Was that dangerous? Perhaps. But he couldn’t find it in him to care all that much.

Now whenever they met, his heart fluttered. And he intended to keep it that way by any means necessary.

Masterpost

Holy crap! This is so amazing!!! That’s exactly what I was imagining when I wrote that part. Spot on! Thank you so much!!!

Thrown directly into the lion’s den…

Based on this fic by @draconicsparkle taking place in @karugoround ‘s au where Nagito is the one who becomes Izuru, and Hajime becomes his caretaker. Specifically based on the scene when the door shuts and Hajime realises that they trapped him with Nagizuru hehehe

I couldn’t choose between these two versions so yeah 👉👈 The first one is closer to what I had in mind at the beginning, but I couldn’t make the smile work without losing some of the creep factor, so I tried to make him less bright and the smile worked much better!

Well either way…

Hajime is fearing for his life

Well, I certainly did not expect the sudden increase in views of this au fic series. But I am very happy! Thank you thank you and welcome welcome! I hope you enjoy what I have to offer!

So let’s get to it! More Nagizuru for the world to enjoy!

And yes, part of this chapter was inspired by @rufus-in-space’s tag on @valictini‘s recent post. And @karugoround‘s art of it. I had to.

Finally, the day had come. At long last. Hajime had gotten permission from his superiors to move Izuru Kamukura back into his bedroom. He saw that message and practically leapt out of his chair. This was fantastic news. Izuru could leave the solitary confinement chamber.

It was a little after breakfast when he got this notification. He was glad about this, as it meant he could get straight to the point instead of needing to complete certain tasks first. So with some extra energy fueling his gait, he walked over to the elevator.

He was a single floor below Izuru’s floor. It was convenient for his job, as he could easily travel to his charge’s rooms. The possibility of being able to attend to Izuru’s needs swiftly was a reason for this. His superiors at least considered that when placing Hajime’s room on the floor below. On the floor with everything necessary for Izuru’s daily needs, such as food and clean linens.

So it didn’t take long for him to arrive at the door, scanning his card and entering. “Forgive my intrusion. I have good news, sir.”

The pale man slowly rose from his bed, smile ever present. “Oh? Pray tell, what could it be?”

Hajime beamed as he answered. “The scientists think it has been a sufficient amount of time from the last disaster. You can go back to your nice room. We can go now if you want.”

Izuru hummed, his own smile widening a bit. “I shall be able to gaze out the window once more. That is most excellent news. Very well, let us be off.”

Then nothing. Izuru simply sat there with his smile, making no move to stand. This greatly confused Hajime. “Um… sir? Is… something wrong?”

The experiment’s head tilted, as if the answer was obvious. “I have been injected with sedatives recently. I have little strength. I don’t believe myself to be capable of transporting myself to my room. So now, my dear caretaker, what will you do?”

Hajime stood there in shock. He wasn’t… suggesting what he thought he was, was he? To carry him? But the longer he thought about it, the more certain he was that it was correct. And it made his face flush deep red.

But he had a job to do. And he was determined to do it the best he could. So if Izuru needed to be carried, he would do it. He could do this. He needed to.

Repeating that in his mind, he walked over to the bed. “I understand. I shall help you get there.” He turned so that he was kneeling with his back to Izuru. “Climb on. I’ll get you there.”

He could practically feel the intense gaze on his back while he waited. But he dare not move, waiting patiently for what came next. His only warning was the soft rustling of the sheet, then the thin, light body of the Ultimate Hope positioning himself on his back. “My, my. You certainly are perceptive. And quite willing. Excellent traits to have for one in your position.”

Hajime stood back up, arms keeping a tight, but gentle grip on the thin legs. He felt the long arms drape over his shoulders, one hand grabbing his chain. “So strong. So capable. The doctors don’t realize how lucky they are with hiring you.” Then Izuru leaned in close, his warm breaths landing on the back of Hajime’s neck. “But I do.”

Those three words sent a shiver down his spine. He was so close. And with this position, there was practically nothing Hajime could do to change the distance. Izuru had trapped him. He was fully under the experiment’s control.

Fighting the storm of feelings, he took a step to test his mobility. And it proved to be quite easy. Izuru was extremely light, most likely from the minimal amount of food he was provided and all the sedatives. But that wasn’t something to focus on now. He had a location to get to.

That’s what fueled him to begin moving, walking carefully to not jostle his passenger. They exited the room, the door sliding shut behind them. He found himself commenting aloud, “I hope that you won’t have to go back to that room for a long time. I can’t imagine spending that much time in there with nothing to do. I feel like it would drive me crazy.”

A humorless chuckle arose from the one he was carrying. “A nice sentiment. A kind one. If only your hope was possible. Man takes great lengths to protect themselves from a perceived threat. The staff here are perfect examples of this.” The chain was gripped harder, tugging it so it was pulled taut. “And who’s to say that we aren’t already in Wonderland? That we aren’t already mad? Delusioned with fantasies of what is impossible?”

The brunette was grateful that the collar was a fixed shape and didn’t restrict his breathing when pulled like this. But even still, he found himself stuttering. “F-fantasies?”

“Yes, Hajime. Even I have fantasies. And what of yours?”

The brunette nervously swallowed. “I… think we should get you to your room.”

“A not-so-subtle attempt to change the subject? Could it be that this is territory you are not comfortable sharing? Hmmm?” The grip loosened, chain slipping from the pale hand. “Very well. I shall let it go for now.” The arms then tightly wrapped around his chest, the warm breath now on the shell of his ear. “Hurry on then, my dear caretaker. So that I may have you all to myself in our own little world.”

Every section of Hajime’s face turned red. How was he supposed to function after being told that? It actually made him pause in his tracks, too stunned to move. He stood there frozen, with the Ultimate Hope on his back.

That was, until a finger poked his chest. “As curious as I am to know exactly how long it would have taken for you to recover from this, I would prefer to be on my bed. So proceed, Hajime.”

That helped him begin moving again, wishing to fulfill Izuru’s desire right away. No more was said throughout the rest of the journey, to Hajime’s slight relief. He scanned his card on the reader, the device beeping and opening the door for him.

The second he looked into the room, he felt his annoyance levels rise. “They didn’t keep the room clean. Of course they didn’t.” There was dust everywhere and it was obvious that the laundry hadn’t been done at all either. He would have to do it all and do it now.

He pulled off the top cover on the bed and tossed it onto the floor before carefully setting Izuru down onto the mattress, tugging the remaining sheets to cover his legs. “I apologize for the state of your room. I’ll begin cleaning straight away. And I’ll bring you a clean comforter, towels, and robes.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, quickly gathering the top cover and the laundry hamper and hurrying out the door. He rushed over to the elevator, calling it and impatiently waiting for it to arrive. Internally, he was still irritated at the other staff. They couldn’t step away from their offices for ten minutes to straighten things up? Of course not. They are simply all above that kind of work. Too important to even think of assisting in this way.

He could have gone on much longer, but the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Thankfully the elevators were quick so he was on the next floor in no time. And so he got to work. He pulled out his own laundry from the machine and placed the more important articles in, starting the machine. He was grateful that it was a washer and dryer combo, as he wouldn’t have to come back to change machines. He set the settings and nodded with satisfaction once it began. He then busied himself with gathering cleaning supplies and putting them on a cart. Once everything was there, he returned to Izuru’s room.

“I have all I need now. I shall begin cleaning,” he announced as he pulled the cart through the door. Izuru had not moved at all save for a head turn. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or worried about this.

“I see. Take your time. It wouldn’t do if you left any spot unfinished,” the white haired man said calmly, red eyes fixed on his caretaker. It was clear what he had chosen to observe for the time being. He was more interesting to the Ultimate Hope than his window looking outside. Something that made his heart pick up the pace.

But he couldn’t focus on that right now. He needed to clean. So after grabbing his broom, that is what he began to do. There was so much dust and long strands of white hair. Even a few spiders had crawled their way in through the window and had made webs. But none stood a chance against Hajime’s broom. It swept over the floor, gathering it all into a nice pile.

At one point, he knelt by the bed and swept underneath. And as he predicted, several hidden clumps flew out and into sight. He stood back up and walked over to them, fully intending to sweep them all into his pile.

But he had to pause. His working eye had landed on the largest of the dust bunnies. It was so white and looked fluffy, with random tufts sticking out every which way. It kinda looked like…

Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw Izuru laying under his sheets with his smile. With his fluffy looking white hair. With tufts sticking out.

He turned back quickly and snorted with laughter. It was too perfect. He wouldn’t have been able to stop it in any way. But right after the glee had ended, he felt a sense of dread. Would Izuru be offended that he laughed?

“Your mood increased in positivity just now. Why is that?”

The question made him even more worried. Clearly, his snort has been heard. Should he explain himself? Maybe Izuru would understand somehow. So that’s what he decided to do. “Um… the dust bunny reminded me of something. And I… uh… found it funny.”

The red eyes glanced down to see the dust bunny. “Ah, I understand. You were comparing it to my hair. That is certainly amusing.” A few breathy and soft laughs emerged from the eternal smile.

Hajime was stunned. Did Izuru… also find it amusing? Or was he simply imitating laughter and amusement? He couldn’t tell. But he didn’t really care all that much to figure out which it was. He was getting a ticket out, and he fully intended to take it. “Anyways, I’ll continue. Apologies for the brief interruption.”

“Continue as you were,” Izuru said, leaning back against his pillows and closing his eyes. He must have been tired from the drugs in his system. It was best that Hajime finished quickly to give him some peace and quiet.

And so he did, cleaning both the bedroom and the bathroom with speed. And he made sure everything was perfect. Not a speck of dust was visible anymore. It was all tidy once again.

All he had left to do was grab the laundry and return it. Which wouldn’t take very long. So he pushed his cart to the elevator, taking it down and putting his supplies away. The load was complete by the time everything was back in place. Excellent.

Grabbing the still warm clean load, he once again rode the elevator to his destination, scanning his card to allow entry. Izuru opened his eyes to observe him, but not moving otherwise.

“Here, I’ll put the comforter on now. It’s still warm so it should be quite nice,” the caretaker commented as he carefully laid the top cover back onto the bed. He brought it up to the experiment’s chest, tucking it in around the body underneath. His attention turned back to the rest of the robes and towels, folding them up and putting them into their proper places.

Soon everything was exactly as it should be. It filled Hajime with such a sense of satisfaction to have it done. Exiting the bathroom, he went to tell Izuru the good news.

Only to find him holding a shirt and staring at it intensely.

Where… did he get that? He hasn’t left the bed and he knew Izuru didn’t have any shirts. Then he had a realization. That shirt was one of his. It must have gotten accidentally left in the machine when he took his clothes out. And it had gotten caught up in the comforter, sticking to the underside so he couldn’t see it. And now it was in the Ultimate Hope’s hands.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to get mixed in. I’ll take it and put it back,” he apologized, stepping forward with the intention of grabbing it.

Izuru looked over to him. “I see no problem here. Everything is fine. There is nothing for you to return.”

Hajime paused in his steps, very confused. “But… isn’t that my shirt?”

“Perhaps at one point. But no longer. I shall take over ownership of this article,” Izuru stated, folding the shirt and placing it on the windowsill next to him. It sent a clear message. He was not getting that shirt back.

And Hajime knew better than to try and fight the Ultimate Hope. “Of course, sir. I shall take my leave now. I’ll return with lunch at noon.” He stepped out of the doorway, watching it slide shut and hearing the electronics locking in place.

The caretaker allowed himself to slump for a brief few moments, as now there were none to witness it. Today… had not gone as expected. Every plan he had in his mind for the day's events had been altered or different. But he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset by this. Today had even been… good.

Straightening back up, Hajime neutralized his expression. Time to go report to his superiors about the successful transfer.

Masterpost

Ladies, gentleman, and the fine non-binary and gender fluid users of tumblr, please welcome to the stage: Nagizuru!!!

I know, I know. This took a bit. I was having a slow writing period last week. In addition, sad life events. But I’m all good now. And here you all are.

This is my take on how Hajime got his eye injury based on some details @karugoround gave me. I’m pleased with the result.

Buckle up, my friends. This one is going to be reeeeeaaaaalllll fun. Hehehehehehe.

Another day, another round of tasks to accomplish. Thankfully, Hajime didn’t mind doing them day after day. He took great pride in his job. It was one that no one else could say they had. Looking after and tending to the Ultimate Hope.

A job that he brought all his energy into every time he entered the experiment’s room. “Morning, sir. How did you sleep?”

Izuru was already sitting up and leaning back against the pillows, staring out the window. But he turned to face his caretaker once spoken to. “I slept quite deeply. Though not of my own choosing or doing.”

Hajime did his best to remain neutral. “The sedatives they give you are quite strong. I can’t imagine what they feel like.”

“No, you cannot. But on the subject of sleep, you appear to not be getting much as of late,” Izuru observed. “They really do work you to the bone. My poor caretaker.”

He wasn’t incorrect. Lately, his superiors had been hounding him with extra tasks and errands around the building. Even at early hours in the morning. And like a good subordinate, he obeyed all calls and requests. Which led to very few hours of sleep. Which Izuru had noticed.

“Hajime. I request that you stay after the morning examination. I require your assistance on something,” the white haired man stared, firm and absolute.

The request was kind of unexpected, making Hajime pause for a moment. But he collected himself and nodded. “As you wish, sir. I’ll be sure to be quick with the tests. I’ll get started now.”

True to his word, he did everything as fast as he dared. Not too fast, as he didn’t want to mess anything up. Thankfully, he had done this long enough that everything was practically second nature. Izuru was done and eating while he scribbled down the last of the numbers.

“Thank you for your patience,” he said while collecting the empty dishes. He placed them on the cart and set it aside, close to the door. He returned to stand next to Izuru’s bed. “Alright, I am ready to assist you. What can I help you with?”

The experiment turned to look out the window again. “Come over here and tell me what you see. I wish to know what a mind not on sedatives perceives this as.”

That… had not been at all what Hajime had expected. But then again, Izuru was unpredictable. So he tried to reign in the befuddlement and instead looked for the best way to see what Izuru wanted him to see. But he came to the realization that the window was right next to Izuru’s bed. So the only way to get to the window was to…

“You have permission to climb on my bed. No need to fry your brain cells thinking of a solution when the answer is so simple.” The voice startled him out of his thoughts. And upon registering the words, he had to take a breath to calm himself. Things would be alright. He had been given permission. He was allowed to do this.

With those thoughts, he climbed onto the bed, sitting on his knees near the window. The small size of it meant he had to sit very close to the room’s occupant. He tried to ignore that in favor of gazing out the window. “I… just see some trees and rocks. And some homes in the distance. Was there… something you were hoping to see?”

“No. I just desired for you to be in this position.”

Hajime wasn’t able to voice his question before he felt hands grab his shoulders tight. Then he was tugged hard, resulting in him falling back with a yelp. He landed on his back, head facing up. And when he gathered his bearings, he noticed that Izuru was staring straight down at him. “Perfect. Now I have you right where I want you.”

The caretaker realized where he was now. He was now fully laying on the bed, his head positioned on the Ultimate Hope’s lap. He wouldn’t be able to get out of this position easily. Especially when the pale hands placed themselves on either side of his jaw.

“Ah ah ah. No protesting. Just accept it,” Izuru teased, smiling a bit wider. One of his hands stayed on his jaw, but the other began moving, tracing around the covering over his eye. The fabric was pinched and slowly pulled away. It lifted easily, the fall having loosened it. Soon, his blind eye was uncovered and exposed for the experiment to see. “There. Now you can relax more easily. Wearing bindings while resting can do more harm than good.” A thumb rubbed circles on the cheek under it. “What an interesting color. So different from your other eye.”

Hajime suppressed the grimace. He was very aware of the differences in his eyes now. His blind eye’s iris had lost its hazel and was now a rusty red, with the veins around it more pronounced. It paled in comparison to Izuru’s brilliant ruby reds. His was hideous.

“On the contrary, I do like it.”

Hajime’s attention snapped to Izuru’s face, a knowing expression present. “You… are you sure you can’t read minds?”

Izuru laughed humorlessly. “I assure you I possess no such mystical abilities. But back to the previous subject. You are not a fan of your eye, are you? Did the incident behind its condition traumatize you?”

“I…”

The caretaker fell silent, breaking his eye contact with the other. He closed both eyes tight, both the one that could see and the one that could not. A flood of memories were beginning to come back. Ones he thought he had suppressed.

~~~~~~~~~~

Hajime slowly walked into the kitchen on the floor below his charge’s rooms. He needed to begin preparations for the next meal. He knew that if he didn’t, the scientists and doctors would let Izuru go hungry. And the brunette refused to allow that to happen again.

So he went about the kitchen, grabbing all that was necessary. He unfortunately didn’t have many options, as his superiors failed to see why their experiment should have variety in his diet. So Hajime did the best he could.

Today was soup. He had prepared a large batch of it the night before and only needed to be warmed up in the microwave. He set the full bowl inside, closed the door, and punched some numbers onto the timer. After that, all he had to do was wait.

As was common nowadays, his thoughts landed back on Izuru Kamukura. How taking care of his needs had been. It had not been easy so far. He always felt intimidated by the man, with his cold eyes and his eternal smile. And the knowledge of what he could do if not kept in check. And he had been taught very well about his abilities even when locked up. Namely, the disasters and horrible accidents that occurred whenever his mood was low. Hajime… knew very well how dangerous it was. The scar on his chest still throbbed as if a reminder.

Another thing was the lack of communication. Izuru so rarely uttered a word to anyone, him included. He wondered if he was doing something wrong, or if the experiment simply wasn’t a talker. His previous personality had certainly been. It was so different witnessing this change. He had spent multiple sleepless nights trying to wrap his head around this in the beginning.

A sound interrupted his thoughts. A sound from the microwave. The humming of a typical microwave was no longer present. It was instead rising in pitch and intensity. To the point where he had to cover his ears to try and block it out. But it did little good. Especially when the machine exploded.

The force and surprise made him reel back in shock, tripping over a small stool and falling on his back. The impact knocked the wind out of him, forcing him to remain motionless for a few seconds. During that time, the security in the building went into panic mode. The lights began blinking red and a warning siren started up too.

*Initiating emergency lockdown systems. Preparing to scan for life forms.*

An artificial voice spoke right before a laser grid started scanning the area. Hajime tried his best to get up and make himself noticeable for the grid. He was so focused on this that he accidentally knocked a cart stacked high with several miscellaneous objects. Heavy objects. That all fell onto him and pinning him to the ground again.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he noticed the grid beginning to glitch. It started moving rapidly in multiple directions, no pattern or concise plan. Was the system… malfunctioning? Of all times for this to happen. But it wasn’t like he had a choice. He just needed to focus on getting out.

Then one of the lasers landed on him.

*Li-Li-Life form detected-ed-ed. Scanning for-or identification.*

All of the lasers formed a single beam, all concentrating on one location of his body. His left eye.

He knew he should move. Cover his face so the lasers weren’t burning his eye. But he felt frozen from shock. All he could do was breath rapidly.

The robotic voice was constant. Never ending. Terrifying.

*Scanningscanningscanningscanningscanningscanningscanningafbkydbjkiggydeifkgufusfkgigvu…*

The voice cut off with the power. As did his left eye’s vision.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Ah, I see. So that is what occurred. How unfortunate that all those events happened simultaneously.”

Hajime opened his working eye, looking up to Izuru who had been listening intently to his retelling. “Yeah. It was. Getting used to having one working eye was… not easy. But I had to. The scientists weren’t very empathetic and wanted me back to work as soon as I could. But I didn’t need their pressure. I would have done it anyway.”

“Yes, you have proven your loyalty to the extreme.” The thumb began rubbing gentle and soothing circles under his non-functional eye. “I will admit to being surprised to see you that day. Fresh bandages over a body part that most cherish. And a wound that will never recover. And yet… there you stood.”

Izuru leaned down, face directly hovering over his. “Let me ask you this, to satisfy my curiosity. How many accidents due to my luck have you experienced since then?”

Hajime thought hard about it, trying to recall every accident that had occurred to him. But to his surprise, he couldn’t think of a single one that had happened after his eye injury. “None. But… why?”

“Oh, I think I have an idea as to why,” Izuru said with a smirk.

“And I’m going to guess that you won’t tell me what it is,” Hajime responded, gazing up into the red eyes.

“Correct. You will have to use your brain to figure this one out.” Izuru leaned back up, carding his hands through the brown locks. “So while you lay there, trying and failing to find the answer, you shall serve as my distraction. You have no issues with this, hmmm?”

Of course he didn’t. Hajime wouldn’t dream of refusing the white haired man’s requests. So he didn’t move, staying completely still as the experiment played with his hair.

He remained silent in his thoughts, attempting to discreetly enjoy the physical touches. What could the reason for the decreased accidents be? He only noticed when it had been pointed out to him. He had just been going about his days grateful for another safe one. And prayers that the next would be just as painless.

But he had a brief thought. Izuru had also changed after the injury. He had begun talking to him more. Interacting more frequently and emoting just a hint more. But did that correlate at all?

He sighed, closing his eyes again. It couldn’t possibly correlate. He meant nothing compared to the one he was resting on. The one who was simply the most important person in the world. Not only to the whole of humanity, but him as well.

And so, he once again swore to himself to perform his role exceptionally well. Which meant more sleep. He would have to readjust his schedule with his superiors soon. But he had a feeling he would get what he desired. After all, luck was now on his side.

Masterpost

Nagizuru being a spoopy boi. Hajime can’t catch a break.

Based on this fic by @draconicsparkle of my Nagizuru au 🖤 we've been exchanging ideas lately.

So this series of ours has been gaining a lot of attention! And my goodness it fills my cold dead rock of a heart with joy! Thank you all so much!

Here is one final one before the year ends. I managed to finish it in time! Good thing too cause I shall be busy on the 31st most likely. Birthdays tend to be attention stealers. But anyways, I hope you like it!

And if you have any questions about this au, feel free to send either me or @karugoround an ask! We love to talk about this au.

Hajime had a radio. He used it frequently to report back to his superiors when they demanded answers or updates. And while it could be annoying at times to hear the buzzing static, he much preferred it over the other method they used to remotely talk to him.

“Hinata. Bring Izuru Kamukura to the fourth floor today. Be there in an hour.”

The sound came directly from his collar. The metal around his neck wasn’t just for show. He knew there were trackers and communication methods installed in it. They used it to talk to him when they were too lazy to get a radio. And, Hajime guessed, it was a way to remind him of his status in the chain of command. He was their servant. The bottom rung of the chain. He meant practically nothing to them. If he died today, they would only care enough to be scared for their own safety in taking care of their dangerous project.

But Hajime had long come to terms with that fact. So he pushed down the negative feelings and finished his chores on the fifth floor. He felt the need to keep everything tidy and organized on the floor. It was all equipment and supplies for Izuru, so he needed to make sure everything was perfect.

But back to the original order. He was to take Izuru to the fourth floor. The floor where experiments happened. Experiments on Izuru. It made his blood boil to think about. They were probably planning to do something intense and invasive. And most likely, they wouldn’t try to be gentle. Past experiences had proven that much.

Hajime grimaced as he thought of those times. It was never easy for anyone when the doctors and scientists decided to try these things. But, they almost always got what was coming to them in the form of Izuru’s luck. So Hajime didn’t protest the decision. Not that they would have listened to the lowly servant anyways.

Taking a deep breath, Hajime did his best to calm himself. He shouldn’t get so worked up about this. He didn’t want to appear unprofessional. So he walked over to the elevator, calling it and stepping in once it arrived. He was soon at the Ultimate Hope’s door, using his card to open it and entering. “Good afternoon, sir. How are you feeling?”

The red eyes were already locked onto him. Bright and intense. “I feel as though I am drugged against my will. Being forced to remain idle for an indefinite amount of time while foolish individuals try to play god.”

The caretaker sighed. “You could have just said that you aren’t doing well. But then again, I did ask.”

A smirk occured before the man replied. “That you did.” It vanished immediately after. “I predict that you are here for a reason. To take me somewhere. They are planning on doing something to me, aren’t they?”

Knowing it was impossible to lie to Izuru, he opted for honesty instead. “Yes. I received an order to bring you to the fourth floor. I… am sorry for this. I wish you didn’t have to experience this torture they disguise as experiments or examinations.”

Izuru stood up from the bed, taking a second to steady himself. He had been given sedatives not too long ago, so he was not the most stable. Hajime was quick to rush over and lend an arm for support. Izuru took it well, leaning on the appendage heavily. “It was to happen eventually. Very well. Let us go.”

Hajime wound an arm around Izuru’s midsection, supporting him more. “But hey. You get to ride in the elevator. You like it, right?”

The smile did increase at the mention of the elevator. “Yes. I do very much enjoy that form of transportation. Highly enjoyable in comparison to others, such as stairs. Truly the best method of ascension and descension.”

The enthusiasm that the white haired man exuded over the topic was… definitely different than what Hajime was used to. But not in a bad way. He was more than happy to allow the other to continue talking about the mechanical properties of elevators the whole way to the door. But he went silent when they stepped in, eyes closing as if he was enjoying every second in the tight space.

Then the elevator dinged, signaling that they had arrived at the chosen floor. That killed any semblance of a positive mood the two of them had. “We are here. How unfortunate.”

Hajime stayed silent, instead focusing on guiding Izuru to the operation room. It was slow, cold, and filled with tension. Everyone in the rooms around them paused in their activities to stare at them going past. He wished they wouldn’t stare like Izuru was a rare animal. He was so much more. Leagues higher than any here. And no one else could possibly compare. But sadly, no one else saw his glory. Too blinded by their hubris.

Much too fast, they arrived at the room. Several doctors were already there, covered head to toe in protective medical wear. Even their eyes and faces were obscured. Not a single speck of skin could be seen. Hajime guessed that they assumed they would be safe from Izuru’s luck if he didn’t know who they were. But he couldn’t deny that he was curious to see if this attempt would be successful.

The head doctor of this procedure gestured to the operating table, where only a thin sheet was placed. “Get him on the table. On his stomach. Then leave the room. Standby for further instructions after.”

Hajime hid his disdain, following the orders and helping Izuru get on the table. “I’ll be here when you are done. I’ll take you right back to your room to let you rest,” he promised in a whisper, reluctantly backing away as the doctors closed in on the Ultimate Hope. The red eyes stayed fixed on him the entire time, even as the doors closed and the doctors began discussing their plan.

“Get the large hollow needle. We are extracting bone marrow today. And no need for anesthesia.”

Then the door closed. Just as Hajime feared, they were not going to give Izuru any kind of numbing or pain relief. He was going to experience it all.

Clenching his fists, the caretaker tried to not think about it. He needed to help as much as he could. Perhaps Izuru could ride in a wheelchair back up. So he wouldn’t have to be on his feet. Thankfully, he knew where they were and was quick to fetch one. No one questioned it, simply ignoring him as he returned to the door with his acquired mobile chair. He spent a little time brushing the dust off and adjusting it to be the correct settings for his charge. He knew Izuru’s measurements. After all, he checked every day. It would be strange if he didn’t know it by heart now.

Then it was a matter of waiting. And those minutes of waiting certainly felt like an eternity. The thick doors prevented most of the noise from escaping the operation room. So Hajime was not able to tell what was happening in there. He despised these times. He truly hated not knowing what was happening to his charge.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the door opened. He was beckoned inside, to which he hurriedly did. He rushed to Izuru’s side, trying to gauge his state. And he did not look good. His already pale skin was even more white and his breathing was harder than normal. There also looked to be scratches on the metal under his nails. He really had been through a lot of pain to be in this condition.

He needed to be delicate and slow. He crouched down to be at eye level, meeting the red. “Sir? You are all done. I can take you back now. Can I help move you?”

The eyes searched his for a second, but he gave an almost invisible nod. Feeling relief at the permission, Hajime got to work. Carefully, he helped Izuru sit up and get off the table. He practically collapsed into the wheelchair, head lolling forward from exhaustion. After making sure he wouldn’t fall off, the caretaker grabbed the handles of the chair. “Let’s get you back to your bed.”

He pushed slowly, trying to make the movements as smooth as possible. Hearing and seeing no pained winces, he assumed this pace was good.

But apparently, it was not good enough for the doctors. “What are you doing? Go faster! Some of us have important things to do later today,” the lead doctor barked at him, glaring at them both.

Hajime maintained his composure, continuing his pace as he explained his reasoning. “He’s in pain. I’m trying to not aggravate his wound.”

But the doctor scoffed. “I don’t care about the amount of pain he’s in. In fact, for all the headache and reorganizing we’ve had to do since his creation, he deserves to suffer some.”

White hot rage coursed through his veins at those words. He had so many scathing things he wanted to scream out. But he couldn’t risk it. So he begrudgingly held his tongue. He did push a little faster, feeling guilt when he heard a pained hiss. “I promise I’ll go slower as soon as we are out of the room. Just hold on a little longer,” he whispered, trying to not let the others around him hear.

Izuru didn’t say anything, but his grip on the wheelchair did tighten. He was bracing himself. So Hajime got them out of the room as quick as he dared, several of the doctors filing out behind him as he kneeled in front of the white haired man. “Are you alright? Do you want a minute?” he asked, extremely concerned at this point.

Izuru took a breath, only a hint of shakiness to it. Then suddenly, his head whipped around to stare back into the operating room. His stare met the lead doctor’s, his always present smile now menacing and terrifying. With a series of frantic beeps and sirens, all the equipment in the room began overheating and malfunctioning. The few still left in the room realized what was happening. Scrambling over each other, they tried to escape. But the door slid shut, locking them in.

Izuru then returned his gaze to his caretaker’s. “Take me back to my room. Now, if you would,” he commanded, speaking for the first time since they arrived on this floor.

Hajime didn’t waste a second, returning to the wheelchair’s handles and slowly pushing it forward. They ignored the frantic banging on the door and the security trying to rush over and save the trapped staff. Instead, they entered the elevator and watched the doors slide shut. It was silent, except for the mechanical whirring in the walls around them. Neither of them spoke until they were back in the room, Hajime gently helping his charge lay on his bed on his stomach. “I’ll bring you an ice pack as soon as possible. That should help numb your back and maybe relieve some pain.”

“Yes… you should retrieve that. They were not careful. Something about how I would heal no matter what, so no need for precision or diligence,” Izuru said, laying heavily on his pillow. “Ironic for that to come from the ones that are supposed to heal. But they stoked the fires. And now they will burn.”

The sinister tone was frightening. It was almost enough to make Hajime fear for his own safety. Almost. But he knew he wouldn’t be a target of disaster today. “Those doors are thick and heavy. If they lock, there is no getting them open. I suspect the higher ups will not be attempting anything like this for a long time. You make it too risky.”

A dry laugh occured, a single eye opening to look up at him. “Your reasoning is sound. It really is unfortunate how your advice goes unheard.” The Ultimate Hope’s head turned, so both eyes were now gazing up at him. And even though Hajime was looking down at him, he still felt small in that gaze. “But rest assured, my dear caretaker. I am listening. And I always will.”

Hajime felt his heart quicken, his breath stolen for a moment. “I… I really should go get you that ice pack. I’ll… be back soon.” He rushed out the door, not hearing if Izuru made a reply. He reached the elevator and called it, grateful for when it arrived quickly. Perhaps the other staff were too busy to use it at the moment.

He then realized something. He was gradually getting less shocked at witnessing graphic sights and sounds. There certainly was no shortage here. Was he… losing a bit of his humanity with how desensitized he was becoming to this?

He shook his head, straightening up and neutralizing his face as he arrived at the fifth floor. If he was losing his humanity, then so be it. It was worth it. Izuru was worth it.

Masterpost

Do you know how much research I do for my fics? A surprising amount. It’s fascinating to me what I learn from creating these stories. All kinds of interesting facts, like how ten seconds of laser exposure can blind an eye.

But back to this, time for some fun again with our favorite god of luck, Nagizuru!

Btw, I’m so glad people are liking this au. It really helps to motivate me to make more. All of y’all are awesome.

Izuru was an expert on many things. He knew every subject and could perfect any craft. Nothing was out of reach for him.

But none of those held any interest to him. He did not care that he was better than any tennis player or was more knowledgeable than a rocket scientist. No. Instead, he prided himself on being the sole expert on one particular subject.

That being his dear caretaker.

He had memorized every interaction that they had together. He picked up on the little tells on how he was feeling. He knew exactly what words could envoke specific reactions. No one else would know him as well as Izuru.

As such, it was as clear as day when he came into his room that something was not normal. His breathing was faintly heavier. His cheeks were flushed. His eye betrayed his tiredness. And his gait was not as stable. All tell tale signs of one thing.

“They force you to work even when sick. I suppose sick leave was not a part of your contract,” he stated as he stared at his caretaker.

Hajime stiffened for half a second, clearly trying to hide his current state. “I’m perfectly fine. There’s no need for you to be concerned.”

“Oh, I wasn’t concerned. This level of fatigue and illness poses no threat to your state and your quality of life after it passes.” He smiled wider. “That is, if the issue is nipped in the bud fast enough. Now tell me, what do you plan to do?”

Hajime stubbornly shook his head, though the action appeared to cause him some dizziness. “Well, you are right that I’m not feeling well. But I won’t let a cold stop me. I wouldn’t accept anyone else coming in to take care of you. They would mess something up. And I know you wouldn’t like it either.”

Well, well, well. Hajime certainly knew him and his mannerisms, too. He was correct. He would not accept anyone else. If another tried to take Hajime’s place, they would regret it the millisecond they entered. And he would have to be a true blind fool to not notice Hajime’s growing obsession with helping him. It was something he would not permit to end prematurely. Therefore…

“Hajime. You are to remain in my room after your duties. You won’t disobey my request, will you?”

Hajime had not expected that, the flush growing stronger on his cheeks. “N-no sir. I wouldn’t dream of disobeying you.” He took a few calming breaths before purposefully reaching for the items on the cart. And so began the dreadfully boring routine. Izuru was confident that none of the numbers changed any significant amount. Except possibly his weight when the staff decided to be cheap on his food supply. But thankfully that had not happened in a while. Perhaps the string of… accidents had an impact on that decision.

But that mattered little. It only served as a fast distraction while Hajime finished the tasks he had to do. He also found very slight enjoyment in eating, even if everything he got wasn’t the most flavorful. He didn’t blame his caretaker for this, as he knew how stingy the other people here could be. But the act of eating was interesting in comparison to simply sitting motionless. It gave his body something to do.

But as always, it ended too fast. But that was of no importance at the moment, as he had a plan he was more interested in carrying out. Which involved his dear caretaker, who dutifully finished what he was writing.

It was good timing as well, as the caretaker’s legs were getting more and more unsteady with each passing second. He was barely able to push the cart out of the room before they gave out. In the blink of an eye, Izuru got out of bed and caught him before he hit the floor. He tsked as he transported his caretaker back over to his bed. “I do seem to recall your claim of being fine. Would you care to amend that now?”

Hajime was a mixture of scared and embarrassed, a cute combination if he were being honest. Not that he would admit that to anyone but himself. And it increased when Izuru forced him to lay down on the bed, keeping his palm pressed right in the middle of his chest. “Now then. You are going to be good and stay right there. Do not move from this position. I shall return momentarily,” he ordered.

He didn’t wait to hear a reply, walking over to his bathroom and grabbing a washcloth. He ran it under the faucet for a few moments before wringing it out and returning to his room. He was delighted to see that Hajime was in the exact same position as before, having taken his commands to heart.

He rewarded such obedience with the washcloth on his forehead and a caress to his cheek. “Most excellent. Now we can enjoy this time together.” He sat down on the side of the bed, close to Hajime’s head. From this position, Hajime wouldn’t be able to leave easily. Not that the brunette could or would, on account of his sickness and loyalty. “You did well to perform your duties before running out of energy. What resilience you have. And what devotion to your position.” He leaned in close, whispering in his ear. “And yes, I would have torn any other soul that wasn’t you apart. And maybe even have stormed through the building searching for you. And I would have found you. But you came to me, so lives have been spared.”

He could practically see the shiver that went up the caretaker’s spine at these words. He loved having this effect on him. It was so… entertaining. But he leaned back, not intending to overwhelm him so much while ill. “I cannot acquire medicine for you. Nor can I bring you warm broth. I can, however, help you sleep. So that is what I shall do. You will remain here until I decide you have gotten an adequate amount of rest.” He rested his pointer finger on Hajime’s lips, silencing him before he even attempted to reply. “Do not fret about consequences. There shall be none. Allow your mind to relax. You don’t want someone else to take your place because your condition got worse, right?”

There was a flash of anger at the idea in the one hazel eye. Seems like he wasn’t the only possessive one. An interesting factor to have in common. And one he would use to his advantage. Not that Hajime needed any convincing to do much when Izuru applied just the right amount of pressure.

And speaking of pressure, he had a task to do. He reached a hand around to the back of his caretaker’s neck, pressing firmly on either side of his spine under his skull. He also grabbed one of his hands, turning it so the palm was up and pressing down on a spot just below his wrist. “Breath and close your eyes. Forget about your stress and your position. Allow yourself to melt away into unconsciousness,” he said in a soothing tone, utilizing his multiple talents.

Hajime let out a sigh, relaxing back on the mattress. His visible eye grew heavier, closing after only a few seconds. Izuru kept up the acupressure until he knew Hajime was asleep, breathing long and heavy.

Izuru removed his hands from their positions, only to place them on other locations. One ran through the spiky brown hair, the other removed the eye covering. He also put aside the washcloth, not wanting to get his sheets and pillow wet. He knew Hajime would rush to change them if they did get soaked, and that’s the last thing he wanted to do at the moment. No, he needed his caretaker to sleep. To stay on his bed and allow Izuru to monitor him and his health. And of course, provide an access to physical touch.

“I wonder what my previous life would say if he was here to witness this…” Izuru muttered under his breath to himself. Oh, he could definitely predict what Nagito Komaeda would have said and done. Cursing and frantically trying to figure out how a Reserve Course had managed to ingrain himself so deeply in his life. And how he wasn’t opposed to it whatsoever. But Izuru stopped that contemplation there. That man was dead and gone. No need to focus on him anymore.

So instead, he returned to staring at Hajime. An act he had done so often since their first meeting. And one he never got bored of.

How far this singular human had come. From nothing to incredibly vital to the world’s survival. Izuru knew very well now that if anything severe happened to his dear caretaker, then he would watch the world burn.

It really was unfortunate that this was the thought that was interrupted when Hajime’s radio on his belt crackled to life. Unfortunate for everyone.

“Hinata. State your current location. You have not returned with the results. Respond now.”

Those irksome doctors. The ones responsible for all the pain and suffering he had to endure. For his imprisonment. Punished for their lack of planning and fear. There were so many things he wished he could do to them to pay back the pain. But sadly, he could not in his current state.

So he settled for the next best thing. He grabbed the radio off his caretaker’s belt and pressed the button. “I would advise you to be silent. My caretaker is resting to recover from illness. No one is to enter my floor. And none shall attempt to retrieve him until I am done with him. You would do well to listen, unless I need to remind you exactly why you have Hajime here in the first place.”

Radio silence. The one who had issued the instructions did not respond to this. And no one else chimed in. He took that to mean they were listening to him for once. Excellent.

Now knowing that there would be no interupptions, he set the radio aside on a nightstand, retuning to his previous activities. Stroking the brown hair and looking at the one person who mattered in the world to him.

“Sometimes I find your obliviousness endearing. But in other instances, I do wish you had more awareness. I have not been hiding my fascination for you, yet you don’t see it. How long will it take, I wonder?”

He removed his hand from the hair, intending to go wet the washcloth again. Hajime’s eyes pinched in his sleep, mourning the loss of the appendage. He rolled over, extending a hand out a few inches. And he mumbled something. “I…zu… ru… stay…”

For one of the first times in his existence, Izuru felt his heart stop at the realization. Hajime had said his name. Not only that, but he was asking for him to stay. Well now, he simply couldn’t leave the bedside after that. So he returned his hand, basking in the happy sigh that followed.

“You truly do not realize what power you hold, my dear. Perhaps you will one day.” The Ultimate Hope leaned close, to where their foreheads were touching. “No matter what happens, no matter where you go, one fact will remain absolute. You are mine, body, mind and soul. And I shall make that clear to the rest of humanity one way or another.”

He ghosted his lips above the other’s forehead, barely touching the skin. Then he backed away, sitting up and smiling down at his caretaker. “Rest well, Hajime. I hope to be the first thing you see when you reawaken.”

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Btw, I just wanna remind everyone that @karugoround is the creator of this au. I am simply enjoying it along with everyone here. Please go show them support for their amazing creation. And also to look at their amazing art! It’s wonderful!

I am picking up your nagizuru au and shaking it the same way a dog would with it's favorite squeaky toy. I really hope you write a fic where nagizuru shows the doctors just who hajime belongs to, anyway keep up the great work!

I won’t deny I have had that idea in my brain for a while. I might do it eventually! Just gotta brainstorm more details for that potential encounter.

Also, thank you! I’m glad you are liking it!

Look at the boys!!!

Nagitzuru with servant hajime comic

I rememebered i had tumblr XD, this is my first comic i made this scene is from a fanfic i liked i didnt put any dialog looks like you'll have to find out what happening please support them and hey maybe give them some requests

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43949782/chapters/110507266

this au was made by @karugoround

This is for @draconicsparkle how you like it ^^

Y’know, I get the impression that some people want to see Nagizuru do a heckin violence. Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint, so here we go! About to commit a heckin violence.

If you are squeamish about bodily injuries, I would highly suggest skipping this one. I don’t want to make someone super uncomfortable.

I won’t keep you waiting much longer. Please enjoy!

Today was better than others, that was for sure. Why was this? Because the staff were focused on something else and paid no attention to him.

That something else was training new members of staff. Mostly security. The higher ups realized that their numbers were getting low due to… frequent fatal accidents. So new faces were here, each one sworn into secrecy of what was contained in the building.

Hajime didn’t have many opinions on this as he collected materials from the lab to restock the fifth floor. It didn’t affect his duties if there were new people. And he was sure that he would never have to train a replacement considering how things were. So he didn’t have to impart his knowledge to anyone. A time and effort saver, for sure.

Continuing to be ignored, Hajime was able to get back to the fifth floor with no issues. And placing his collected items into their proper places was just as simple. Once everything was perfectly placed, he felt satisfied. He could bask in this immaculate organization for longer since he already had what he needed on his cart. So his job well done could last until the evening.

Speaking of his cart, it was about time he took it up. Izuru was surely hungry. He would want his lunch soon.

As usual, he tried his best to make the food flavorful. But it was so hard when little resources were provided. Medical equipment to run tests? Plenty of those. Items for nutrition and comfort? Not so much. It was aggravating.

But putting his aggravations aside, he entered the room of his charge once more. “Good afternoon, sir. I’m here again.”

“So you are,” Izuru replied, staring out the window at the birds flying in the sky. “Have you brought any news regarding the increased amount of voices down below?”

“Oh, that. They replaced the people you… uh… took care of. Lots of training is going on. Let’s hope that these guys have some common sense and rationality. Though I’m not too confident,” Hajime admitted as he began the routine tests, including the sedative syringe.

Izuru didn’t react other than turning to face him. “Yes, I share that conclusion. None will be as adapted to this place as you. You remain the only one who understands their place here.” Izuru smirked. “And that is by my side and at my command. Ready to fulfill any request I make of you.”

Heat spread across his cheeks. He was sure that if he had the thermometer in his mouth, the temperature would have increased exponentially. “I… I shall continue to do my best in that regard.”

“Please do, my dear caretaker.”

He was so very glad that he was well practiced in running the tests, as he was sure he would have made some mistakes after that if he had none. Why was it so hard to calm down after Izuru said things like this? It took until Izuru was done with his food for his heart to return to a normal beating pattern. “You all done? I’ll take your bowls and utensils. Is there anything else you require?”

The white hair shook along with its owner’s head. “None that you can provide. Very well, I shall see you again once you return.”

Hajime nodded, the chain on his neck clinking as he did so. He opened the door with his card, slipping through and beginning to pull his cart through.

But then something occurred that he had not expected.

“Hey! What are you doing here? And how did you get here?”

Unfamiliar gruff voices sounded from behind him. That shouldn’t have been possible. He was the only one who should be up here. So who was speaking? He glanced over his shoulder to get his answer. And there in the hallway, marching towards him at a fast pace, were three men dressed in the security guards outfit.

“This floor is off limits to almost all staff. You shouldn’t be here,” he tried to tell them.

But that seemed to only make the three more mad. “Who do you think you are, giving us orders? Trespassers have no right to demand.”

The faster of the three reached over and grabbed his arm, yanking him away from the cart and still open door. He was then pinned against the wall, surrounded completely.

He struggled, not only to get away but to breath, as the hold he was in restricted his air flow. “You… don’t understand! It’s… dangerous! I’m… hnng…”

His words cut off as the hold got tighter and more painful. “Quiet. Don’t try and lie. It will only land you in more trouble.”

The third laughed. “And really? You’re trying to tell us this floor is dangerous? There’s nothing here! And that experiment we were told about? Just a withered husk of a human now. What chance does that thing have against us three?”

The second cracked his knuckles. “Now, you are going to have a little forced nap. And it will only go downhill from th-”

Suddenly, there were multiple sickening cracks. Each accompanied by agonizing screams of pain by the ones who had been tormenting him. Then the men were thrown across the floor, with the exception of a single poor soul whose destroyed arm was still in the clutches of its breaker.

Hajime sank to the ground now that nothing was holding him up, back sliding against the wall. And he gazed up with a mixture of emotions at the one who intervened.

Izuru. With a smile that would make demons quake in fear.

“You dared to touch what is mine. And you have no fathomable idea of how much I want to shatter every bone in your body one by one. But since Hajime is present, I shall let you off lightly. So here is your one and only warning. Keep your filthy hands off my caretaker. If you even think of trying anything, disasters shall plague your families. So do think more about your decisions from this point forward.” He raised the wrecked arm that he was still holding, staring deep into the eyes of the terrified man. “Understand?”

Choking on sobs, the men could only nod. The sight seemed to please Izuru. “Now get out of my sight. This floor is off limits to all except Hajime. You would do well to remember this.”

He threw the one he was holding towards the elevator, watching as the three hurried as best they could while in immense pain. The elevator dinged as it arrived, the three hobbling on and disappearing behind the closed doors.

Leaving Hajime and Izuru alone once more. Though now, there was quite a bit more tension. Especially when the Ultimate Hope instantly was examining him and in his personal space to do so. “Humanity will never lose their brutish ways. How unfortunate for you. But I suspect that the rules shall be drilled into everyone’s heads now. And if they aren’t, well, I shall teach them.”

Hajime felt his heart practically beating out of his chest. But from what emotion, he wasn’t all too sure. But there was one thought that prevailed above all. “You… saved me.”

Izuru’s ruby eyes met his, smile more of a smirk than predatory now. “I will not allow for my possessions to be broken. There are dire consequences for any who try, as you have witnessed.” The pale hands caressed his cheeks, the same hands that had shattered three grown men’s arms not even five minutes ago. “It does appear that you did not sustain long lasting injuries. That is fortunate. Nothing will prevent you from attending to my needs.” Their foreheads touched, something Izuru did often when they were close like this. “So I expect you to be here on time. Not a second late. Though I know I have nothing to worry about on that. Punctual as you are.”

Redness exploded across his face at the words. Izuru… really knew exactly what to say to get intense reactions out of him. And he was sure he would never get used to it.

Izuru stood back up, pulling the caretaker up along with him. “It seems like those fools were taking a self guided tour of the lighthouse. Too confident in themselves to listen to warnings. And now they will have to be sent away, administered strong drugs to erase their memories of this place. What would it be like, I wonder, to wake up in a hospital with both arms shattered and to not know why?”

The caretaker shuddered at the thought. He knew that the facility could and would take memories away from the staff they felt were not doing their jobs correctly. He had worked hard to make himself indispensable. And he had indeed become irreplaceable. Though not for the reason he initially envisioned. “I hope it never happens to me. The memories being erased, I mean. I don’t know what I would do if I was forced to forget you.”

A thin finger placed itself on his chin, tilting his head up to meet the Ultimate Hope’s gaze. “Oh, you don’t need to fear that, my dear caretaker. After today, none but the foolish shall dare try to take you away from me.”

Hajime felt his heart get the workout of a lifetime with how hard and fast it was beating. “Th-thank you.”

Izuru gazed at him for a few moments before turning back to the still open door. “Now then, I believe it is time for me to rest. The sedatives are quite strong, as you are well aware.”

Hajime had nearly forgotten about that in the chaos. Izuru… had done all that while sedated. What on earth was he capable of off of them? He so desperately wanted to know and witness such a sight.

Hajime straightened his tie and suit, retaining his previous appearance of a professional. The conflict was done and resolved. It was time to continue the work he prided himself on.

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He a little bonkers.

he is nuts

A quick doodle of Izuru/Nagito bc I’m finally back!! and wow has the au progressed while I was gone

Nagizuru au by @karugoround​ !

And shoutout to @draconicsparkle​ who made me invested in their fics so so much.

So this is a very different Nagizuru fic from what you guys are used to.

See, Karu and I have been joking around about Nagizuru being an SCP. But then inspiration struck one day. Along with the immense desire to create a fic for this au of an au. And viola. Here we are!

So please enjoy SCP Nagizuru! With Hajime along for the ride as well.

And of course, the characters in the au still belong to @karugoround. I am thankful to them for the existence of these boys. And for the chance to do fun ideas with them.

*click*

Dr. X: Today is April 14th. It is currently 4:37 pm. I am here with Hajime Hinata to answer a series of questions concerning SCP-49878. Good afternoon, Mr. Hinata. How are you feeling today?

H: Uhh, I’m doing okay I guess. All things considered.

Dr. X: I can imagine. But let’s go ahead and start the questions. How has your overall experience with SCP-49878 been?

H: That’s… a bit hard to answer in a general short answer. But I guess… It's been fine. He doesn’t do anything to me other than what you’ve seen.

Dr. X: You are aware of what classification SCP-49878 has been given by the foundation, correct?

H: Yeah. He’s what you call Apollyon, right?

Dr. X: That is correct. And are you aware of what that means?

H: That he breaks out constantly and has crazy world ending powers? Yeah… I’m aware of that… very aware.

Dr. X: Has learning of this classification changed your thinking of SCP-49878?

H: Of course it has! How could that not affect someone? But he doesn’t seem to care that I know now. In fact, I think he likes showing off his abilities to me.

Dr. X: Let’s change the line of discussion to another. When and how did you first encounter SCP-49878?

H: Hmmm… I think it was in late September? Classes had just started up at my university and I was heading back to my place. It was raining hard that night, too. I saw him on a bench near the bus stop. I’ll be honest, I thought he was homeless at first. Which is why I offered him my umbrella and a granola bar. He looked like he was my age, and I felt really bad for him. And that’s when it started.

Dr. X: Please elaborate.

H: Well, after that night, he kept just… showing up at random points. No matter where I was. But I really didn’t think much of it. It didn’t seem like it was that often at the time. And I figured he was just lonely and wanted to talk. Which I was fine with. I didn’t know anyone in the area so he was the only one who wanted to talk to me. In hindsight, that was pretty stupid of me. Who knows what could have happened if his intentions had been bad.

Dr. X: Did you have any suspicions that SCP-49878 was not human between your meeting and the recapture?

H: I had a feeling he was… strange. His mannerisms and his habit of showing up the moment I was alone were good indicators. But I didn’t have any concrete evidence until the foundation came.

Dr. X: Describe that day. What do you recall of it?

H: We had been talking in a park. It felt like a normal day. I never would have suspected anything crazy would happen. But then several armored cars pulled up and men with firearms surrounded us. I won’t deny that I was terrified. But none of that compared to what happened to… the guy who approached us.

Dr. X: Are you referring to the guard who was inverted? Organs on the outside?

H: Yes. That took me so long to come to terms with. That’s not something you can just forget.

Dr. X: The photos from that day are certainly not for the faint of heart. What was it that happened next?

H: Someone, I think the one in charge, started throwing questions at me and him. Like why this town hadn’t been destroyed yet and if I was the cause of this calmness. And he only replied with a ‘correct.’ He then… hugged me from behind and wouldn’t let go. So… they kinda had to bring me along. Not that they would have left me alone for long. I’m sure the foundation would have found a method to question me on what I did or said with him.

Dr. X: Do you know why SCP-49878 is attached to you?

H: I couldn’t tell you. But I do know for certain that he’s obsessed and possessive of me. To the point of extreme violence to others.

???: Quite so. Now tell me, is this silly little interview over? It’s time for you to return to our place.

Dr. X: Session has been interrupted by SCP-49878. Ending recording.

*click*

The doctor pulled the recorder towards them as Hajime felt arms snake around his midsection. Floating white locks of hair came into view as the supernatural force leaned his cheek into the brunette’s. “It was so terribly long of a wait. I couldn’t sit alone anymore. You know I don’t like being seperated, Hajime.”

Despite the fact that the creature behind him could and would break reality if he felt like it, Hajime felt a twinge of annoyance. “It’s been only 30 minutes! You are so impatient! I just wanted to deliver some letters to my family and answer a few questions in exchange. Was it so hard to read a book or watch a movie while I was gone?”

The man next to him pouted. “Yes. It was.”

Hajime sighed, raising a hand to run it through his short spiky hair. “You do realize how whiny you sound right now, right? Very unbefitting of a crazy apocalypse monster.” He sighed again, standing up from the metal chair and stepping away from the table. “Apologies for the interruption. I think we need to leave now.”

The doctor nodded, maintaining their neutral expression. “You are dismissed. Take him back to his containment.”

“I’ll do that.” Hajime turned to look at the SCP near him. “Come on, Nagizuru. Let’s get you back to our home.”

The white haired man grinned. “Say no more.” He was hugged to the other man’s chest, eyes forced shut as he felt a strange sense of dizziness. He was still trying to get used to it when the SCP teleported them both. And when he reopened his eyes after the dizziness faded, he saw that they were now back in the apartment-like space the foundation had created for them. “Now it’s just us again. All is correct in the universe once more.”

Hajime stepped back to sit back on their plush couch. “Dramatic. And impatient.” He rolled his eyes as he witnessed the man teleport next to him on the couch, laying his head and long hair on his lap. It was actions like this that made him temporarily forget that this man held so much power. He couldn’t help being casual with him. Much like how he was when they first met.

He recalled that night as he stroked the white hair. He remembered asking for his name. To which he had received a confusing answer.

“I was once called Nagito. Recently I have been referred to as Izuru. And there are several other titles I have been given that I don’t care much to recall at the moment. You may use whatever name you desire.”

Hajime had groaned. He hated needing to choose between options. “If you are going to be so difficult about your name, I’ll just make it easier for myself. I’ll merge the first two together. You’re Nagizuru now.”

“Nagizuru, hmmm? Interesting. So very interesting. But I shall accept that as my identity now. You alone may call me this.”

And so it began. The spiral that threw his sense of normalcy out the window of a skyscraper. But he honestly was not sure if that spiral was going up or down. But despite all the horrors he had seen, he was leaning more towards the former.

And he wouldn’t deny that the illusion of a domestic life within this facility was nice. “Did you get rid of all the dust and dirt while I was gone at least?” he asked as he looked down.

The creature smiled wide. “Affirmative. It would not do if you were to fall ill. So cleanliness is of the utmost importance. Also, I prepared food for you. Would you like it now?”

Hajime thought about it for a moment before deciding he was hungry enough for a snack. “Something small. I don’t want to spoil dinner.”

A plate of green mochi appeared in front of him. They looked fresh, as if just made. He grabbed one and took a bite, humming happily at the taste. He was thankful that Nagizuru’s magical teleportation didn’t affect food in taste or quality. And of course, the man was a master of everything. All he created was amazing.

“It is to your liking, I assume. I took notice that you prefer this over others I have provided. Is this perhaps a favorite of yours?” the SCP inquired, not moving from his position.

The brunette raised his eyebrows in surprise. “It is actually. You noticed? Thank you. I appreciate it.” He took another bite, this one seemed to taste much better than the first. “As thanks, do you want me to prepare dinner tonight?”

Nagizuru looked up at him. “That is a reasonable bargain. May I request curry?”

Giving one last pat to the white hair, Hajime stood up from the couch. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just wait here and I’ll get it started.”

The man groaned a bit at the loss of his companion, but ultimately did as requested. Just laying on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked innocent and harmless like this. It would be very easy to assume he was safe to be around.

But Hajime put that thought away for now. The SCP was safe to be around. For him at least. And he was thankful for this with each passing day.

He entered the little kitchen they had, placing the plate of mochi down on the table before pulling the fridge open. All the ingredients for curry were right there, waiting for him. How thoughtful of Nagizuru to provide everything. He grabbed all he needed and put it on the counter, starting the process of slicing the vegetables and meat.

He took his time, as there was no rush. Neither of them had events to attend nor schedules that needed to be focused on. It was nice, not having to stress about that anymore. All he needed to do now was to keep the SCP company. And all was provided to him. He was even able to still have communication with people outside of the facility. Granted, it was very limited and no one knew exactly where he was or what he was doing, but it was still comforting that he wasn’t completely cut off.

And within his decorated and clean home, it was so easy to forget the strangeness of his situation.

But there were still some instances that reminded him of this fact.

The mechanical sound of the door opening startled him. Who could that possibly be? No one entered this place other than himself and the one it was built for. Desiring answers, he moved out of the kitchen and faced the door.

There was an unfamiliar man there, dressed in orange. A Class-D. He was looking around the room while eating one of the green mochi he had snagged from the plate. “These doctors really have been hogging this place to themselves the whole time? Guess I can’t blame them. Tasty food and a clean home. Everyone would want to be here,” he muttered to himself. Then he noticed Hajime. “Oh. The room’s other occupant. You’re really young. How’d you get access to this place? Did you butter up the doctors to let you be placed in this Safe Class room?”

Hajime felt his confusion levels rise. “What do you mean? The SCP here isn’t Safe Class. You really need to leave. Escape while you still can.”

But instead of heeding his warnings, the man just smirked. “The doctor told me that you might try and convince me otherwise. That this was a dangerous room. But I know better! So you should best quit while you’re ahead. I don’t take kindly to people getting in my way. And if you try…” The Class-D grabbed his shirt collar roughly. “Well, let’s just say that I won’t go easy on you. This is your only warning, kid.” The man then shoved him away with force.

The rough push sent him stumbling backwards. But to his surprise, instead of rough furniture or the floor, his back made contact with something else. Something that he was very familiar with. And as he felt the arms wrap around him with an unbreakable solid grip, he knew that there was nothing more he could do. The man’s fate was sealed. So he shut his mouth and didn’t speak further.

He looked up to see the SCP’s expression. And it was a sight straight out of a nightmare. His long white hair was moving on its own like a nest of angry snakes. The sclera of his eyes was pitch black, the irises glowing red. His smile was wide, too wide to be human. And his teeth had elongated to sharp points. Nagizuru was displeased. And that always resulted in fatalities.

“Filthy human. Intruding into our domain. Taking our food. And daring to touch my Hajime. These actions are unforgivable.” Nagizuru’s voice sounded layered, as if another, darker version of him was speaking at the same time. It sent a chill down the humans’ spines. “Now then, corpses don’t need internal organs. So I’ll remove them for you.”

The Class-D man’s expression changed to one of pure shock. He then tried gasping for air with raspy, strained wheezes. But based on the SCP’s previous words, it seemed like the air had no lungs to go to. And there was no heart to pump blood. So the skin paled drastically in a short time. The man tipped forward, falling face first onto the floor. A few more convulsions, then he was still.

Hajime stared at the now dead man in his home. Months before, this would have terrified him and scarred him for life. But now? It was almost just an inconvenience. He took a breath and raised a question. “Can you… get him out of our place? I don’t want to risk our things reeking of death.”

Nagizuru closed his eyes and mouth for a moment. When they reopened, they appeared as they usually did. Human enough to fool those not in the know. “Of course. I too despise the stench of rot.” The body then vanished, no trace of it being left behind. “There we are. Now it’s just us again.”

Hajime relaxed again, leaning back into the tight embrace he was being held in. Though one thought did pop into existence. “Out of curiosity, where did you send him?”

Nagizuru grinned as he led the human back over to the couch. “Oh, I simply dropped the body in front of the doctor who sent him in with false information. I think their autopsy of him should send a clear message to not try that again.” He sat them down so that they were both laying on the plush cushions, still holding onto the brunette. “Now relax, my dear Hajime. I’ll finish dinner. You’ve had a stressful day and I’ll help you forget your worries.”

The human could feel the man using some abilities to make him sleepy. But he didn’t protest or fight it. Not that he could even if he wanted to. His heavy eyelids closed and he leaned his full weight into the one holding him.

He was in the clutches of danger. Stuck with a monster who could end him at any time. The knowledge inspired feelings of instinctual dread in the back of his mind. And he welcomed the feeling with open arms. For the experience was worth it.

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Back to the excellent Nagizuru au we know and love! Wooooo!!!

We had a few back to back angsty fics. How about a little fluff?

I think this may be the most peaceful and calm fic I have written for Nagizuru. Surely this isn’t a comfort before dark things ahead, right?

…right?

Guess you will have to wait and see! But for now? Fluff.

Hajime couldn’t believe his luck sometimes. Be it bad or good. It had definitely increased since his time in the lighthouse and he knew the source, too. But there were still instances where he was surprised at what came his way.

Such as right now, as he stared at the cart in front of him that no one was paying attention to.

He was on the office floor to give a report to his superiors. It had been the same as usual, nothing out of the ordinary for this place. He was dismissed as soon as the doctors had everything they needed from him. And so he had prepared to leave and go do his duties. But then he had noticed a cart near the snack table that this floor had for the higher ups. On it were various items that looked as though they were being tossed. And one of them happened to be a pretty large fictional novel.

An idea popped into his mind as he glanced around. No one was paying him any mind. This was his chance. He grabbed the book and a few apples off the table, exiting the room and booking it over to the elevator. He sighed once the doors closed, knowing he had been successful in swiping the items. This was exciting for him, as this would surely be beneficial for Izuru. A different kind of sweet food and a method to pass time. So he hurriedly assembled his cart and transported it to the sixth floor. Where his charge waited for him.

Scanning his card, his heart raced as he heard the beep and the doors open. And it continued to race even as he pushed the cart in. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed.

“You are in much higher spirits. Would you care to share with me the reason?”

Izuru laid on his bed as usual, smiling and staring at him. Already he seemed in a better mood than previous days. Especially when compared to the events of the previous week.

But Hajime pushed the memories away, not wanting to think of the three messes that had angered the Ultimate Hope. “I have a few surprises. I’ll give them to you after the tests, alright?”

Izuru perked up a bit at that. “Surprises you say? I am most curious. Very well, proceed.”

Nodding, Hajime did just that. He even noticed Izuru eating just a little faster than normal. So he too was eager. A nice thing to see.

Finally, the bowls and utensils were placed on the cart. It was time.

“So I have two things for you. Here’s the first,” he said as he pulled out a bowl. Small chunks of apples filled it, the sweet aroma filling the room once out in the open. Izuru’s eyes widened a bit, reaching out and pinching the one on top. “Your enthusiasm suggests that this was not acquired by usual means. You took this from your superiors right under their noses, didn’t you? I approve of your actions.”

Hajime grinned as he handed the bowl to the experiment. “I’m glad you like them. And here’s the other thing.” He pulled the book out from the cart’s bottom shelf and handed it over as well. “I know they don’t want you to have anything to entertain yourself with. But they never actually come to see you in your room so they will never know.”

Izuru took the book and looked it over. He looked fascinated at the object, turning it every which way. “I held books in my previous life. But not in this one. And I don’t believe he ever read this one. Something new.”

Hajime smiled with glee. Izuru was in a very positive mood from his gifts. He had hoped for this and was glad that he bore witness to it. “I’m so glad you like them. I’ll be sure to try and get you more if I can. I don’t know when they are going to empty that cart. Maybe I can grab some while they are eating.”

“If you can, that would prove to be helpful. But do take care to not get caught. However, that is a task for later. You shall stay here with me for the next hour.” Izuru had set the book down to grab his wrist, tugging him hard so that he landed on the bed and on the thin legs under the covers.

Hajime scrambled hard to get up and off the Ultimate Hope. But it seemed that Izuru had other plans. Through precise movements and calculations of the caretaker’s reactions, the brunette ended up sitting on the bed with his back resting on the experiment’s chest. “There. The optimal position for us. Don’t try to move now. You don’t want to ruin this, do you?”

Hajime instantly went still. Even if he had a relatively stable and safe relationship with the superhuman compared to the rest of the world, he was still a force to be reckoned with. Someone powerful that needed to be respected and listened to. Something he never forgot. “No, sir. I would never want to ruin what you do or make.”

“Good, good,” Izuru cooed in his ear, sending all sorts of shivers down his spine. The left arm traveled to retrieve an apple chunk while the right looped around his midsection and held tight. “Now, here is my request for you, my dear caretaker. Since my hands are currently occupied, I couldn’t possibly hold the book up. So you shall both hold it and read it for me.”

Hajime felt his face flush. “Do you mean… reading the book aloud?”

Izuru nestled his head on Hajime’s shoulder, tugging him closer into the embrace. “Yes, that is what I desire. I know you can do it. No need to be embarrassed. No one else is listening.”

Hajime shakily sighed, resigning himself to his fate and task. He just had to power through the embarrassment. He was only being requested to read a book aloud by the most powerful and important human on the planet. No big deal, right?

Trying his best to be comfortable with his situation, he grabbed the book from where it was laying on the bed. He cracked it open, flipping through the pages until he found the first part of the story. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to begin speaking.

Only to get an apple chunk popped in there. He made a surprised noise and tried to not choke on the small piece of fruit.

“I figured you would want one before starting. I don’t believe I will be able to eat them all considering my stomach’s typical amount of consumption. So I shall share.”

The caretaker chewed and swallowed the fruit as fast as he could, wanting to respond. “You are generous, sir. But if I may, can you let me know when you are offering? I don’t want to suffocate if I swallow it wrong.”

Izuru hummed, which Hajime could feel from his position on his shoulder. “I suppose I could. You perishing from asphyxiation would not bode well for the rest of the planet. Very well, I shall be more obvious when presenting them to you.” The white haired man leaned in closer, hot puffs of air on the shell of his ear. “Continue as you were, my dear caretaker. I am eager to know what kind of story we have here.”

Hajime nodded and took a breath. Then he began, reading aloud for the first time in a while. It became easier once he got into a rhythm. He even got invested in the characters and the story as they went along. He only paused when Izuru fed him an apple, the experiment keeping his word and making sure it was obvious. With the two of them working on the bowl, it was empty in little time. So Izuru used his now free hand to hold the chain on Hajime’s collar. Something he had shown that he liked to do based on previous encounters.

But eventually, after something like a half an hour after the apples were gone, Hajime noticed that Izuru’s grip on him had loosened. He slowed his reading to a stop and glanced over. The red eyes were shut and his breathing was deep and slow. The sedatives must have made him fall asleep. So Hajime quietly shut the book, placing it on the windowsill for him to find later. And he carefully extracted himself from the other’s hold, laying him down on the pillows and bringing the blanket up to cover his body.

He normally would have left right around this time. Just gather his materials and exit the room. But for some reason, this time he paused before leaving. He stepped back over to the bedside, gazing down at the sleeping man. He was overcome with a wave of emotion. But the prevailing one was… fondness. It led to him reaching a hand out and laying it on the white hair, stroking some of the locks.

“I’ll do everything I can to help you. To make your life better in this hell. I swear this to you. And may the world strike me down if I ever fail you.”

He removed his hand, returning it to the cold, metal cart. And after a final glance, he left the room to continue his job.

Masterpost

It’s da Nagizuru! The SCP Nagizuru to be exact!

So this is going to be something different for me. I have written angst before, that is for certain. But not extreme angst. At least, not to the level as the following.

But I want to give it a shot! Especially cause @karugoround wanted to see something like this. And I got curious and visualized a story for it. So you can consider this a (very belated) birthday gift, Karu! Mega angst!!!

So before we start, I want to say this first.

Trigger warning for suicide.

And this message goes out to everyone. You are not alone. The dark clouds will pass with time. And there are people who care for you and care about you. And if you need someone to message, my inbox is open. Please stay safe.

“Ah, what a wonderful day. Wouldn’t you agree, Hajime?”

“Uh… wonderful is not the adjective I would use.”

“Oh? And why not?” Nagizuru asked as he squeezed the hand he was holding.

“Let me think. Perhaps the fact that we are wandering the halls of a highly secret location in the middle of a containment breach?” Hajime replied with exasperation, gesturing to the flashing red lights around them.

Nagizuru lifted a finger to his chin, pretending to contemplate. “Ah, I didn’t notice. I wonder who got out this time?”

Hajime rolled his eyes. “You mean besides yourself?”

The SCP smirked before tugging the human closer. “Well, that doesn’t matter. Let’s see all the sights this place has to offer! It can be like a date of some kind!”

Hajime’s face turned beet red. “A-a date?!”

Nagizuru raised an eyebrow. “Date. Noun. Definition is a social or romantic appointment or engagement.” He leaned into the other next to him. “And I’m sure you can accurately guess which of the two I would classify this as.”

The human buried his face into his free hand and groaned loudly. It made the SCP smile wider. “Oh, I do love your reactions. You are so easy to tease. It provides limitless entertainment for myself.” He tilted his head so that he could whisper into the other’s ear. “Though that fact does not make the previous words any less true.”

A high pitched whine escaped from Hajime as his emotions skyrocketed. Nagizuru smirked with satisfaction before pulling away. That would be all the teasing for now. “With that being said, come along. Let us continue. Perhaps we can find some interesting possessions left behind by the staff.” He tugged the hand he was holding gently, guiding his treasured one down a hall.

Hajime remained silent as they walked, most likely trying to regain his composure. He had more or less returned to normal by the time they had reached a larger room. There were several desks with papers and other objects scattered around. There was even a staircase on the side leading up to more offices, separated by panes of glass and a large height. “Have you been here before, Hajime?” Nagizuru inquired, picking up a small cactus that someone had decorated their desk with.

He looked back in time to see the brunette shake his head. “I mostly stick to the areas near your containment room. I don’t feel confident in my navigation skills to wander around and correctly make my way back.”

The SCP put down the cactus and teleported behind the human, hugging him tight. “You have no need to worry. For I would come find you and bring you back home safe and sound.”

Hajime made a surprised noise at the sudden embrace, but relaxed into it. “Yeah, I know you would.”

The hug kept up for a few minutes, Nagizuru enjoying this a lot. But he let go eventually, grabbing his hand again. “Now then, let’s conti-”

“Halt! Neither of you move!”

Suddenly, a horde of heavily armored soldiers stormed into the room. Each one covered head to toe in protective gear and aiming their firearms at them.

Nagizuru recognized them. They were the special force the foundation used when containment breaches occurred. The Nine-Tailed Fox force.

But he felt no fear. Nothing these humans could do were capable of harming him in a significant way. “Run along now. There is nothing for you to do here,” he stated, pulling Hajime to stand close by him.

“SCP-49878. You have broken containment. Return at once,” the leader of the squad barked in a commanding tone.

Nagizuru tilted his head. “How about… no? My date with Hajime is still in progress. It is quite rude of you to interrupt us.” He scanned the room, taking note of everything in their vicinity. And the sniper taking position in the offices above them on the other side of the glass didn’t escape his notice either. They thought they could kill him with that? How cute. “Leave us be. Go contain the others. Before you do something you regret.”

But to his disappointment, none moved. “This is your final chance. Return to your containment.”

Nagizuru grinned. “I’d like to see you try to force me.”

The leader paused. Then he uttered a single word.

“Neutralize.”

A shot rang out along with shattered glass. But strangely, he didn’t feel the impact. So where had it…

“Ah…”

Hajime let out a small sudden noise. And right after, he toppled forward, falling face first towards the hard metal floor.

Nagizuru caught him before he hit, though. He began to turn him over to see what had happened. But his eyes caught sight of something. A small hole in the side of the human’s temple. And a small stream of blood trickling down.

A heavy weight seemed to fall into his stomach at the sight. He had been shot. The sniper hadn’t been aiming for him. He had been aiming for Hajime.

His eternal smile disappeared as he finally rolled the human to see his face.

Hajime’s eyes were glassy and unseeing. His body was limp and flopped in his hold. There were no breaths being taken in and no heartbeat was audible.

All life functions had ceased within the brunette.

He was dead.

“No… no… it can’t be possible…” Nagizuru muttered, checking again and again. But every time, he reached the same conclusion.

Hajime Hinata was dead.

And there was nothing he could do to bring him back.

Once he came to that conclusion, he released a piercing, inhuman shriek that made all of the force clutch their heads in pain. And while they were distracted, they were torn apart one by one. Painfully and viciously. And the one who had taken the shot? Nagizuru made sure he felt every nanosecond of his death. Torturously slow and unbearable. He deserved it for the act he had done.

He would have kept it up for years if given the opportunity. But he couldn’t. He needed to return to Hajime. So he left the eviscerated corpse behind to return to his beloved’s side. He kneeled down, making sure to shake all the blood and gore off his claws before touching his human. He didn’t want to taint him.

He stared into the dead eyes, searching once more for signs of life. But there was none. He was gone. Gone from the world and from him.

For the first time in his existence, he felt a sharp pain rip through his soul as he held his beloved’s body in his arms. Tears began falling from his eyes, a sensation that also had never occurred. But he was not able to marvel at this, as grief clouded everything.

“Please… please don’t leave me,” he begged uselessly. “I finally found meaning. Found something I could love. Hajime… don’t go…”

He knew the rambling was pointless. Even he, with all his abilities, could not bring the dead back to life. It had not bothered him until this. What a fool he had been. He had gotten too confident. And that had resulted in the worst possible situation. He may have been invincible. But in the moment, he had forgotten that Hajime was not.

And it resulted in the greatest loss of his existence. The most painful wound. The heaviest guilt. And the most unbearable feelings of grief. And it tore him to shreds inside.

He thought no place was out of his reach. But Hajime was now in a place he could not go to.

Nagizuru then paused. An idea forming. No, he could follow Hajime. There was a way.

He stared at his claws, harder than diamond and sharper than even the finest of needles. He felt his tears begin to lessen and a smile began growing again. “Ah, how blind I was. The answer was so simple.”

Carefully, he rearranged the body he was holding, propping it up against his chest. He also closed the sightless hazel eyes. Now it simply looked like Hajime was sleeping. It eased his mind to see this. Now he could begin.

He raised his left hand up, placing the claws on his own temple. And with a quick movement, he shattered his own skull. His hand wrapped around the object inside, pulling it out.

His own brain was now in his hand, pulsating with activity. But not for much longer.

He didn’t feel any of the pain, instead looking one final time at his beloved. “Life has no meaning if you are gone from my side. So I shall readily give it up.” He kissed the cold skin. “Hajime, I’m coming to find you. No matter where you are in the afterlife, I shall not rest until we are together again. Wait for me, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

He crushed the organ in his hand. Then all faded to black.

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Nagizuru’s eyes shot open, sitting straight up on the bed he shared with Hajime. As quick as he could, he looked to his side, praying that would not find what he had just witnessed.

And to his immense relief, he saw the human under the covers, breathing deeply with a peaceful expression. The SCP felt his heart calm and his own breathing slowed as well. It hadn’t happened. They were both alive and well.

Feeling compelled, he reached over and placed his hand on the other’s cheek. The skin was warm and was subtly moving with signs of life. He also internally scanned him. Everything was as it should be. He was healthy. He was alive.

That confirmation settled his panicked mind even more. The white haired creature laid back down, moving so that he was hugging the brunette tight. Hajime made a sleepy noise, but visibly relaxed at the feeling.

Nagizuru’s thoughts raced through his mind. What had that been? A nightmare? Or had it been a vision of future events? It could have been either. But the end result was still the same. He knew what would happen if the human was to die.

Nagizuru knew a lot. He had acquired so much knowledge throughout his existence. But he knew frighteningly little about what happened once life expired. He hadn’t cared all too much, as he was an immortal soul. Death was never a concern. But now he was faced with the fact that his one source of true happiness was mortal. And once he was gone, that was it.

So he made his mind up. And he whispered it to the quiet room and sleeping Hajime. “I swear upon my existence this oath. I shall not fail you as I did in the vision. I will keep you safe. I shall make sure you are alive. No matter the cost.”

The SCP finished, taking a deep breath. He then buried his face into the brown hair, joining him in slumber once more.

Masterpost

First off, check out this.

And this.

Fanart appreciation hour folks!

And it’s another switch to the regular Nagizuru au. This one is another fluffy one to combat the angst from the last one. So let’s have fun, shall we?

Hajime helped Izuru out with a lot of things. That was apparent to everyone in the lighthouse. Seeing as the experiment was not allowed to do much on his own for fear of consequences.

Hajime didn’t mind though. He saw this as an honorable position. So he did everything required of him with no complaint.

And this desire to help kicked into overdrive whenever the Ultimate Hope got sick. He became borderline paranoid of leaving him alone when this happened. So needless to say, the past few days had not been easy on either of them.

Hajime loathed whenever he had to leave Izuru’s room during these times. If he had the choice, he would have stayed in that room with him for practically all hours to monitor his health. Only leaving to acquire the necessary items for regaining health such as food and medicine.

But alas, that was not possible. His superiors demanded constant updates on his condition and the results of the tests. And sadly, they were not willing to allow him outside again like the previous instance when he was sick. Unless it was for a reason that would benefit them, he was to remain locked away in his prison cell of a room.

So Hajime stayed as long as he could, dedicated to helping him recover. And after a few days, his condition improved. Much to his relief.

The day after the fever broke, Hajime came in during the morning hours. “Good morning, sir. How are you feeling?”

Hazy red eyes opened and looked at him. “By my observations, I would say that my health is better than yesterday.”

That gave Hajime an emotional boost. “That’s good to hear! I managed to get some oranges from the table this time. And even a few more books. Would you like to read one while I do the tests?”

But to his surprise, Izuru shook his head. “I shall hold back on reading until I am alone again. I would much rather give you my attention.”

Once more, with a few words, the white haired man managed to fluster him completely. “I… I appreciate it, sir. I’m honored that a lowly servant like myself could hold your attention.”

Izuru hummed, leaning his head on his hand. “You have more than earned it, my dear caretaker. Now then, proceed.”

Still blushing, Hajime did as instructed. The tests flew by and the sedatives were administered. Soon he was able to push the cart to the side and focus on other things. Like peeling the oranges and offering the slices to his charge. He was happy to see the experiment eat them with muted interest. To anyone else, no change would have been noticeable. But Hajime was different. He had the privilege to closely watch all he did.

So he knew that Izuru was enjoying the stolen sweet fruit. And the nearly invisible spark of glee whenever his eyes caught sight of the books was also apparent to him.

However, that changed once Izuru absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair. Only for it to stop at some point in the middle. The smile was still present, but Hajime could tell that he was displeased about this. And the only conclusion he could come to was…

“Is your… hair knotted?”

The glance he got as Izuru retracted his hand from his hair seemed to answer that. But Hajime kept his professional face on. “It must have gotten tangled while you were sick. We weren’t able to do much other than let you rest. Let me get you a brush right away.”

As quick as he could, he went to the bathroom and collected a small brush from a drawer. He returned to the room to see Izuru sitting up on the bed and looking expectantly at him. Which confused him. “Sir? Is there something else you need?” he asked as he tried to hand the brush over.

But the experiment made no move to take it. He instead continued staring. As if he was waiting for Hajime to realize his silent desire.

Eventually, after a minute of thinking, Hajime tentatively asked a question. “Do you… want me to brush it for you?”

The smile widened. “So you came to the answer at last. Correct, my dear caretaker. I instruct you to provide assistance on this. After all, it’s only natural that you would help the one in your care if they are sick. Isn’t it?”

Fighting back the nervousness, Hajime nodded and gripped the plastic brush tightly to try and calm his nerves. He saw Izuru pat the bed on a spot next to him, indicating exactly where he was to sit. He did so promptly, a bit rigid and sitting up ramrod straight.

Carefully, as if he was touching the most fragile of glass, he reached up to touch the white hair. It felt like silk and always looked healthy. And it was pretty. It always had been. Even in his previous life. But that wasn’t something to think about now. He had a job to do.

Running his fingers through the hair, he found the first set of tangles. So he brought the brush up and ran it down. The brush caught on the knot, resulting in him accidentally tugging. But Izuru said and did nothing. He patiently sat there and waited. Hajime didn’t want to keep him for too long so he began brushing more.

One by one, he brushed through the tangles. Several strands of long white hair came off the scalp as a result. The floor was soon covered in them, to which Hajime made a mental note to sweep it all up when he was done. But for now? He was actually enjoying this task.

He was so close to the Ultimate Hope. And he was given the honor to touch him like this. To help him with this. No one else would know what this felt like. He was the only one. Something he felt proud of.

With his vigilance and devotion to the task, the tangles were gone in fifteen minutes. But despite this fact, he couldn’t help but to run his hands through the silky locks, simply feeling them. So soft. So ethereal. Like it was simply too beautiful to be real. Something he knew he would never tire of seeing or feeling.

But then he had the realization of what he was doing. He pulled his hands away fast, scooching away in shame. “I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to invade your space and do that. I beg for your forgiveness for my actions.”

Izuru turned to look at him with an amused expression. “My dear caretaker, you did nothing to warrant an apology. So there isn’t anything for me to forgive. So return to your previous position and continue your actions.” And with that, he faced away again.

Hajime felt himself calm down at the words. Izuru… didn’t mind him stroking his hair? And based on his request for him to continue, did that mean that he liked it?

Whether or not that was indeed the case, Hajime was determined to follow instructions. So he sat back where he had been and raised his hands to comb through the locks again. The brush lay forgotten as he wove his fingers through the shimmering strands.

Eventually, he got bold enough to make contact with the other’s head. And he was spurred on to continue by the pleased hum that Izuru let out. With his heart beating faster, he massaged the other’s head and hair.

Briefly, as he was doing this, a thought ran through his mind. A thought of another world. Where he and Izuru were in this exact situation, but in their own home. No tests. No doctors or scientists. No pain. Just them, enjoying each other’s company. Away from everyone else and free of stress. It was such a wonderful thought, the idea of them being in domestic bliss.

But the crackling voice that sounded from his collar shattered his vision.

‘Hinata. Report back with the results immediately. The next shipment of supplies was also dropped off and you need to assist in storing it. Return at once.’

With enormous reluctance, he pulled away. The silvery strands fell from his fingers, much to both of their disappointments. “I… have to go.”

Izuru turned on the bed. “So you do. A shame.” The pale arms reached up and cupped his cheeks. “Very well. Run along to your duties.” With a gentle tug, he brought their foreheads together. “Continue to fool those who believe they have your loyalty. Ignorant to the fact that you are only devoted to me. That you are mine and mine alone.”

Izuru released him and laid down, the hypnotizing red eyes closing and breaking the spell they had on the caretaker. With a shake, Hajime stood up and took hold of the cart, using it to steady himself. Those declarations would always have an effect on him, no matter what.

But, he thought with a smile as he pushed the cart away, he was starting to believe the words.

Masterpost

Nagizuru really snapped, crackled, and popped those dudes, didn’t he? Can’t say they didn’t deserve it.

And Nagizuru out here about to infest all our nightmares with his award winning smile.

At long last!! I’ve finished this!! This was supposed to go up at the same time as this fic by @draconicsparkle of @karugoround ‘s Nagizuru AU but um yeah, didn’t go as planned x) life got in the way, motivation came and went, but here we go! Violence!

At first I hesitated doing either the second or last panel as a single illustration, but since draconicsparkles and I loved both of them, I ended up making a mini comic that incorporated both…. twice the occasion to draw Nagizuru’s creepy smile >:)

And under the read more is a little bonus sketch from when I first read the draft of the scene hehe

He has become the Ultimate Hair Creature. Good job, Nagizuru.

This was a ton of fun to help you make! Fun shenanigans for us to enjoy. And I hope everyone reading likes it too!

Nagizuru throws a tantrum (SCP Foundation AU)

A silly thing that @draconicsparkle and I wrote together for fun. Nagizuru but he's an SCP. Please enjoy.

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It had started out as a typical day. Well, typical for this place. The SCP Foundation’s bases tended to have bizarre occurances on a daily basis.

But still, it could be relatively routine at times. And it had been shaping up to be that kind of day again. The morning and afternoon had been fine, Hajime keeping SCP-4673 company. It wasn’t hard at all. It mostly consisted of him simply being in the same room as the entity. Though there were moments of physical contact. But not enough to be annoying.

But the evening rolled around, and the two shared the consensus of not wanting to make dinner themselves. So they elected to visit the staff cafeteria. They did this on their lazy nights. So there wasn’t too much panic when Nagizuru teleported them into the room.

“Thank you. Now, let’s see what they have. Want me to grab you something while you get a table?” Hajime asked as he stepped away from the white haired man.

The always present smile widened. “That is a suitable delegation of tasks. Very well. Return to my side as swiftly as you can.” Then he disappeared. Hajime turned to get in line, ignoring the startled shouts of some of the staff who clearly hadn’t expected the Apollyon class monster to appear near them. His sudden teleportation caused some overhead light bulbs to explode, slamming into some unfortunate people in line. The shards completely dodged Hajime, who seemed unaffected by the situation. "Keep that thing away from us, will you?" someone in line yelled. Hajime had to hold back the urge to punch the guy.

Putting that temporarily out of his mind, he accepted two plates of tonight’s dinner. Large bowls of fried rice. The scent was mouthwatering and he found himself excited. He hadn’t had this in several years.

So he quickly walked over to the table Nagizuru had chosen. It was a small one near the back, away from everyone else. Not unusual, as the SCP enjoyed having all of the brunette’s attention on him.

He placed the bowls down on the table with the silverware, pulling his seat in and grabbing a fork. “It smells really good. I might even get seconds.”

He scooped up some with his fork and lifted the steaming food to his mouth. But before he was able to take the bite, he noticed the man across from him. His hair was writhing, as if it was alive. And he was glaring at the bowl in front of him. Hajime sighed and put the fork back down. “And what is the matter?”

Nagizuru glanced up at him before returning to stare at the food. “Rice… and peas.”

Hearing the displeased tone, Hajime groaned. “Again with this? Grow up and just eat them. It’s not like you are allergic or anything.”

Nagizuru’s smile was clearly more of a grimace now. “I refuse. You shouldn’t force yourself to eat repulsive food groups such as these. I shall change it for us.”

The SCP reached for the food, fingertips making contact with it. But Hajime grabbed his bowl and pulled it closer to himself. “Get off! This is mine. And I’m gonna enjoy it. Now you eat yours!”

Nagizuru let out a growl, accompanied by the sound of crackling. The pale limbs began to elongate and the entity’s form also started increasing in scale. In addition, the white hair grew longer and longer.

Several members of the foundation screamed or shouted in fear and the sound of tables and chairs being pushed away or falling were audible. Most of the people were terrified of the creature in front of them and they ran out of the room.

But not Hajime. He didn’t even bat an eye, just returning his attention to his food and picking up the fork. “Throwing a tantrum because you don’t want to eat certain things? How mature.” Hajime started eating his food, as if nothing was amiss. “Return to normal. You are surely breaking things,” he said with his mouth full of peas.

“I will not,” the SCP stated in a voice that sounded layered by dozens of others. He rearranged himself so that his body was more comfortable with the increasing size.

But the creature’s sudden growth pushed over the table they had been sitting at, both bowls of the fried rice falling and splattering onto the floor.

The sight of the food on the ground made Hajime’s patience snap. “Fine. I won’t push it anymore.” But before Nagizuru could feel any sort of victory, he turned around and began walking back to the kitchen area. “However, I intend to enjoy this meal. So I shall get another portion and go find somewhere else to eat it. Away from you so I won't have to put up with your whining.”

“What?” the distorted voice asked in a panicked tone.

Hajime raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “Until you behave and fix everything you broke, I won't talk to you. AND you will need to eat the fried rice.”

He felt something clutch onto his midsection, pulling him back towards the sea of white hair. He could barely see a giant red eye peering down at him, looking far more resigned than defiant. “Okay… I’ll fix everything. And I’ll try it. So don’t leave me. Please?”

Rolling his eyes, he nodded. “Deal.” He looked back to see stunned faces staring at them, peeking through the window door. He shrugged and said:

He poked the face hidden under the white hair. “And stubborn. Now go back to how you normally are, okay? Can you do that for me?” He made sure to ask these questions in a soft tone, knowing that Nagizuru was not able to resist requests when he talked like this.

“Alright,” the SCP said, body shrinking back to how he usually appeared. Once fully human-like again, he embraced the brunette. “I’ll do anything for you, Hajime. Even… eat rice and peas.”

Hajime pet the head in a comforting way. “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s fix this room back up.”

A whooshing sound occured and all the tables, chairs, and spilled food was back in perfect condition. Hajime rewarded this with a hug of his own. “Thank you.” He separated and pointed to the chair. “Now, let’s have a less chaotic meal. No more shenanigans.”

“No more shenanigans". Nagizuru repeated.

Hajime sat down and picked up his fork, the entity copying him seconds after. Before taking his first bite, he looked at Hajime's eyes with his usual smile, now looking amused.

“… for now.”