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Though he’d been lying in bed for a good few hours now, Nagito couldn’t sleep. On Jabberwock Island, when things were bad, Tsumiki and Hinata had made sure he was kept dosed up on painkillers, but without their hassling he found that securing medication had all but dropped off his list of priorities. He was aching all over, and his brain refused to shut itself off for the night. Restless, he got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, deciding to make himself a coffee and spend some time cleaning. If he couldn’t sleep, he could at least get to work making a good impression on his new housemates!
Wow, snorted a suspiciously feminine voice in his head, thought you’d given up on that crap, being a terrorist, and all. Maybe you’re even more selfish than you think you are.
Nagito’s expression twisted into something sour as he rummaged for some coffee grounds. “Maybe,” he muttered. Sore and mildly irritable, he simply didn’t have it in him this morning.