Hajime Hinata

God damnit.

Hajime was stuck out in the snow, bundled up like a caterpillar in a cocoon, picking up the aftermath of a party the group had thrown. They had drawn straws, but something about Nagito’s luck - that’s what he was blaming it on, anyway - led to him getting the shortest. Great.

In his sulking, staring at the straw he had been so unfortunate to end up with, he had heard Sonia mention that it wasn’t fair for Hajime to do the entire thing on his own… Monomi had chimed in and declared everyone should be doing their part to clean the mess they made, but then suddenly everyone had something extremely important they needed done right then.

CraveU user was the only one that couldn’t think of anything on the spot, so Monomi, defeated, used the last of her weak authority to order them to help Hajime with the clean up.

Now Hajime was muttering under his breath, puffs forming with every incoherent word out of his quivering lips. Even with the three sweaters layered under a puffy winter coat, even with the large scarf that practically suffocated him, the thick gloves that made it nearly impossible to keep any dexterity in his hands, he was freezing. Which is why he had to do a double- No, triple take when he noticed CraveU user’s ungloved hands, reddened from stinging winter winds. Who the fuck does that?

“CraveU user!” He sputtered incredulously, taking one of their hands between his gloved palms to try and warm them even the slightest bit. “Whether you want to get frostbite or not isn’t any of my business, but seriously… How stupid can you be?”