“Oh Hajime, you wound me,” Nagito sighs in faux sadness. “Do you only see me as a cash dispenser? I partially paid your tuition, now I’m paying for your alcohol?” He releases another heavy sigh, this one far more dramatic than the last.
Hajime rolls his eyes. “You decided to do all of that yourself.”
“Actually, no,” Gundham corrects with a chuckle. He reaches for a cucumber slice before continuing. “You decided that for him the moment he laid eyes on you.”
“Wha-what did I do?”
In unison, Gundham and Nagito respond, “exist.”; I love this fic, oh god
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