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talents are odd things, unexplainable and sometimes unnatural. I’ve always wanted one…having a talent is like a one-way ticket straight to a successful life, there’s no such thing as a bad talent. Frankly, i’m jealous. When i see those talented people cheerfully having the times of their lives, everyone praising and admiring them…just because of some stupid talent they’re born with. It’s all just apart of some sort of twisted society…those without talent completely disregarded like flies. It makes me sick.
my dorm is nasty in all honesty. Cheap and old, the floors are wood, and the walls are white with chipped, stained paint. It’s unbearable, this life, this world…I hate it all. From this half-assed education, this shitty school, condescending assholes, it all sucks. How many reasons do i have to live? I can’t seem to recall any.
the doorbell rings
odd. Nobody comes to visit me. I mean why would they? I’m just a boring, untalented, lonely loser.
Ring ring
I reluctantly get up from my bed, walking in the short distance from my bed to the door.
“Who is it?” I say, tiredly.
“Hajime? Is that you?” a female voice replies.
Chiaki? Why would she be here? Going to these raggedy dorms must’ve been hard. Reserve course students either idolize main course students, or completely despise them.
I open the door.
“Chiaki? Why are you here?”
She stands at the door, holding a blue bag in her hand…that looks oddly identical to mine. Speaking of which, where is my bag?
“Hey, hey…you left your bag.” She reaches out her hand, the one holding the blue bag.
Ah. Well that explains the strange familiarities.
“Ah sorry, i must’ve forgotten it. Thanks.”
Her presence soothes me in some weird way, she makes me feel worthy. Like i’m not just trash at the bottom of people’s shoes, i appreciate her.
“It’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” I smile.
She nods and smiles back, then walks away.
I can’t believe i forgot my bag…i must’ve seemed careless to her. What would i have done without this?
I sigh and close the door with a click.
a shuffling noise sounds from my bag.
What? Did an animal get in it? A bug maybe? Maybe Chiaki didn’t notice…
I open the bag, revealing a white haired plushie sitting on top of my books.
The plushie had white hair, pink cheeks, and a happy smile. It was dressed in what looked like a main course uniform…weird.
How did it get in here? Maybe somebody accidentally dropped in my bag…but then wouldn’t Chiaki have noticed? So then how did it get in here?
“Hi hi!”
I flinch. Who’s voice was that? It sounds boyish, young too. Oddly cheerful as well…
I look back down at the plushie…it had moved positions. It was now standing, holding one of my pens.
“W-what?” I mutter out..
The plushie lets go of my pen, and hugs my finger instead.
“A-ah! Get off me!” I semi-shout.
Am i high? Is this a dream? This plushie is moving…and talking. Like the goddamn horror movies.
“You need to return me to my original!” The plushie looks up at me, with that cute happy smile. Now a little creepy, being the situation.
“What? O-original? What are you talking about?”
“Human me! Find my original human version!” the plushie says.
Human version? What? Is this some sorta voodoo doll? I’m confused.
“Human version? Your a real person?”
“No i’m a plushie!” he pouts.
I would’ve found it cute, if it wasn’t a living talking (not-human?) plushie.
“U-uhm yeah i got that but…you said you had a human version..?”
“Yes! You must return me to him! So i can go back my land!”
“Y-your land?”
“Plushie land! My husband must miss me…you kinda look like him!”
“H-husband? Plushie land?! What are you talking about?”
What is going on? T-this is crazy. And frankly not my problem.
“Haji-plushie must be so stressed without me!”
Haji-plushie..?
“Plushie land! My husband must miss me…you kinda look like him!”
“You kinda look like him!”
Haji-plushie…Haji-me…Hajime…
What an odd coincidence.
“Why should i help you?” I mutter out. Honestly, i’d feel a little bad if i didn’t help him, but im still hardly convinced he’s real.
“Please help me!” The plushie whines.
Help. He wants help…maybe this is fate? Giving me such a mundane purpose, only alive to help a married plushie…what a joke.
“Fine.” I mutter.
“Yay! Your so kind Haji-plushie number two!”
“Call me Hajime.” I sigh. Am i seriously giving my name out to an (inanimate?) object?
“Kay-kay Hajime!” the plushie cheers.
“U-uh…do you have a name?” its normal for plushies to have names…and his ‘husband’ has a name so he must have one too.
“My name is nagi-plushie!” He says happily.
Do all their names include ‘plushie’ in it? That’s like me being named Hajime-Human. Ew.
“Uhm alright…so where do i find your uh ‘human’ version?” I can’t believe i’m feeding into this…
“I don’t know…whoopsies!” The plushie giggles.
“…how am i supposed to help you then? Your ‘human version’ could literally be anywhere.”
also since when could plushies giggle? This whole situation is just too bizarre to comprehend right now…and it’s getting late anyway. Maybe i’ll wake up in the morning and this will all just of been a dream. Hopefully.
“You must look! He must be near! Otherwise i wouldn’t be here…i am lucky after all!” the plushie says with confidence.
lucky.
Am i stupid? How didn’t i realize this earlier? Who else has that fluffy white hair…
“My name is nagi-plushie!”
Nagi-to…nagito….how blatantly obvious. Seriously how dense am i? Is he even aware he has some creepy (kinda cute) plush waltzing around in peoples book bags?
Honestly, i don’t really know anything about Nagito. Other than the fact he’s in Chiaki’s class, and that his talent is ultimate luck. I’ve seen him a couple times passing by, but i’ve never really spoken to the dude.
Does he really act like this plush..? So unwaveringly cheerful? All the times i’ve seen him he is smiling, but this plushie seems far too exaggeratedly happy. Maybe it is just an exaggerated version of his personality..?
it’s way too late to return the plushie to him right now, and honestly i’m happy for that. How am i even meant to go about such a thing?
‘Hey Nagito! Don’t mind me, a random reserve course student you never met has a plushie of you and would like to return it because it’s talking to me!’
I can only groan at the thought…he’d think i was a serious nut job. Also, talking to ultimates, at my status, is honestly incredibly difficult. Most of them just see us as the scums of the earth…i wonder if he thinks the same.
And i can’t be sure he’s even aware of the fact that he has a talking plushie of him, and bringing one up to him out of nowhere would make me look like an obsessed fanboy.
How the hell do i go about this?
I feel a tug at my finger, and i look down to see that plushie trying to get my attention.
“What do you want?” i ask a bit more coldly than intended, too exhausted for formalities.
“Its bedtime!” the plushie cheers.
“B-bedtime?! This isn’t some elementary school…” what is he on about now? It’s not even 10 yet…
The plushie just hums in thought before responding, “You need 8 hours of sleep at the very least! This is the ideal time! And trust me, i’m very familiar with this. My haji-plushie tries to stay too late as well.” The plushie cheers up then, seemingly excited by the mere though of his ‘haji-plushie.’
Hajime sighs in exasperation. Honestly, how is he even meant to reject such an adamant plushie? Though, he’s a little worried about what that thing is gonna do while he’s at rest. Can plushies even sleep? He doesn’t know how he feels about a creepily smiling plushie wandering around his room while he sleeps…
“As much as i’d love to sleep right now, I frankly can’t. Not everything is as easy as you expect it to be.” He can’t help but feel a bit bitter. Here’s a stupidly excited plushie with no worries, no struggles, no nothing. Not to mention, it’s meant to depict a real fucking person. So as much as Hajime would love to say that the plushie’s unwavering happiness is because it’s, well, not real…that’s just not true. Because this is based on another person, this must be how things are for Nagito. All worry-free and happy in the main course…it makes him sick.
The nagi-plushie doesn’t waver even a bit. It responds in that blissfully innocent voice, “Don’t be silly. Everyone can sleep! Just close your eyes and…hmm…count sheep, maybe?”
Hajime scoffs. How does he even respond to that? It’s ignorant, is all he can say. (though he wouldn’t admit it, a part of him is jealous of that peaceful ignorance.) He’s just tired now, emotionally and physically. Any motivation he had to refuse the plushie had dissipated, leaving him with a small frown.
“Yeah, right. I’ll try to sleep…thanks, I guess.” He begins making his way over to his beat-down wooden bed. It was creaky and horribly uncomfortable, it left Hajime with daily cramps.
The plushie hops down in front of him, and hajime lets out a small embarrassingly sounding yelp and backs up quickly before he can step on it. “W-what the hell?! I’m going to sleep like you wanted! Don’t just jump out on me like that!”
The plushie just shakes his head with his stupid smile. “Nuh-uh. This bed is way too hard for proper sleep! My husband also likes to sleep on horribly hard surfaces. Books are his favorite spot, now that i think about it.”
Hajime sighs. It seems like this ‘Nagi-plushie’ can hardly go a couple of minutes without mentioning his husband. No wonder he’s so adamant about finding him…it’s getting harder to reject helping him. He can’t help but feel a bit guilty for not helping him immediately. Which logically, was impossible. Nagito would be in his dorm by now, just like Hajime. And he’s not too keen on knocking on random main course doors like a creep until he finds Nagito’s…
“Where else am I meant to sleep, exactly? I don’t particularly care about how comfortable it is, this is my bed.” He frowns. This plushie is way too picky…he silently wondered how his husband dealt with him.
The plushie puts his hands on his hips and speaks triumphantly, “Sleep with my original! Find him now!”
What? This thing was seriously out of his mind. It’s past 10pm and he’s asking to go out and find Nagito right now? He already mentally decided that was a horrible idea, and has zero energy to even ponder that further. There was absolutely no way he would not only go and find Nagito, but try to sleep with him?! He’d look like such a creep!
“No. That’s a stupid idea! Just leave me alone and let me sleep.” Hajime walks around the plushie and flops down onto his bed, letting out a sigh as he does.
Nagi-plushie follows him onto the bed, rolling onto the space next to him with a giggle. “Well if you're so insistent!”
Hajime frowns. He feels like he’s fallen for a trick, but he doesn’t know what…he’s too tired to figure it out, anyway. “Right…well goodnight.”
Hajime closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep. Sleep never came easy, especially not to someone like Hajime. Someone so…worthless. What did he even have to do in his life? Stuck in the reserve course with no hope, no talent. It was worthless.
…
Despite all this, sleep came easier than usual. Soon, Hajime was unconscious with a similarly sleeping plushie curled up near his chest.