;are we really saved?
“I-I told you, I-I’m alright as well… y-you know this h-happens more often to me than to you.” ( Not the insults that felt like blades slicing across their hearts, no; they both got plenty of curses thrown at them. No, Naegi had breakdowns like this even when no cutting words piercing his ears; he simply grew paranoid, especially of his own nightmares. Trembling, tear-streaked skin pressed softly against white fabric as he leaned against Hinata’s shoulder, nuzzling into the embrace, calming down a bit further. Fingers curled gently into that familiar-smelling shirt, and he took a few more shaky breaths before continuing. ) “A-As long as you’re here with me, I know I will be okay…”
“I know...” He sighed quietly, shaking his head a little bit. “I still can’t help but worry about you, though.” He hugged him a little tighter, rubbing the other’s back softly, mindlessly. After a brief pause, he chuckled weakly as he lifted one hand, running his fingers through Naegi’s hair. “But, there’s one thing you can be sure of-” Hinata’s gaze darkened slightly. “I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you on my watch, I promise.”