#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ; ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʏ— ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Nagisa IC 」

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" Nagisa , " Nagito sighed. " When was the last time you slept? " he felt like a hypocrite for asking the young man this.

-  ✩   「   @rosanimemuses ​​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Nagisa doesn’t need sleep.

Nagisa knows that for a fact. He knows because he already experienced the despair of wanting it. The lie of thinking he NEEDED it. The delusion of being incapable of anything worthwhile if he doesn’t have it. But once he overcame that hurdle through use of sheer will and... outside influences, he learned that he WAS capable. Very capable, in fact. Regardless of how exhausted he might be, when one makes it past that first wall, they soon discover the abundance of adrenaline that lies beyond it. Spurred on by a mixture of fear and desperation that Nagisa has never been able to shed, even now. Nor would ever want to.

After all, it’s the terror of being obsolete that is the reason he is sitting here now. Surrounded by stacks of books and one open on his lap, the boy already halfway through the thick literature despite the steady ticking of night slipping by. Whatever precious moments of rest shunned by Nagisa, in favor of continuing to learn. To IMPROVE. To avoid whatever dreams may await him on the other side. Looking up at Nagito with nothing short of derision, blue eyes glint dismissively as he spats,  ❝  That’s NONE of your concern.  ❞  

Huffing, he looks back down at his book, ignoring the heaviness of his eyelids and praying Nagito does the same for the dark circles already formed under the boy’s eyes.   「 ☆ 」 

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(( Tag Dump - Nagisa Shingetsu ))

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(( Tag Dump - Nagisa Shingetsu ))