➟ @lostchords pressed the ♥ !
having to readjust to life following the neo - world program was nothing short of grueling, a task that ( for nagito ) seemed like karma for their actions during the tragedy.
he was grateful, of course, but could never really shake the feelings that clung to him - the feelings of pure disappointment that he felt in himself for falling prey to such wretchedness. the ones he once felt inferior to provided the most help in rehabilitation, as seeing such bright individuals struggle with the same knowledge made him feel far less alone. among these individuals, people he’d now even consider friends, was one kazuichi souda.
they’d become closer during their rehabilitation, offered by the future foundation as a way to bring the remnants to a state of stability after the program hack. with nagito’s amputation, the adjustment proved to be even more difficult, and when the doctors suggested a prosthetic, he knew who he wanted to go to.
keeping up with such a thing was a task in itself, and he was more than just lucky to know someone who was well - versed in the task. it started with the formation of the prosthetic, simple but effective, and as it progressed past monthly check - ins to daily visits, much more came to be.
“ I think I might have clipped a wire somehow - just my luck , huh ? ”
the question of if nagito’s prosthetic was actually malfunctioning or if it was just an excuse to visit the other was always valid. he held his hand out with a smile, almost bashful, allowing for closer inspection. in truth, the answer to the question was that this time, there actually was an error.
