Hope Overnight

Hinata wonders if everything they've said would be received well- in the event that Nagito had never left. Had he still been there, only listening in, and... He would probably open the door carefully, hair still a mess, clinging onto his own baggy jacket sleeves with his arms crossed, ashamed yet determined. Maybe he'd wrap his bony arms around Hinata, pulling him into a stiff embrace. He could practically feel it, the way they'd sway with Nagito whispering his undying forgiveness. They'd kiss, and his metal fingers would drift down to his hip, and they'd murmur between them...“Hinata?”Hinata jumped, his heart lurching. "I'm not gay.”