Author's note: I've rewritten this, please be aware.
He won't wake up. He will wake up.
I'll never see him again. I'll see him soon.
He hates me. He told me that he loves me.
He is dead. He is alive...
...Probably.
Hinata kneeled before where Nagito lay comatose. It had been a month already, and everyone else had awoken from their coma. Everyone except Nagito.
Tears streamed down Hinata's eyes as he remembered Nagito's death. He had died right in front of everyone, yet they were all unaware. He remembered how Nagito's pale body had been impaled with a spear through his stomach. Nagito had died in the worst way possible- and he had planned it to be that way.
Unfortunately, at the class trial, Chiaki had been executed for a forced murder that she didn't know that she had commited. Two of their classmates died within the same day.
"It isn't fair," Hinata shouted while wiping away his tears. "None of this is fair!"
As Hinata mentally prepared himself for a final farewell, he stood, bending over where Nagito lay. He gently pressed his lips against Nagito's. He had wished for this moment for so long. Nagito's lips were severely chapped, yet still soft. Hinata's heart raced as he pulled away, his tears never-ending.
As Hinata began to walk away, he was met with a quiet, yet familiar voice. It was the voice of the one he loved, the one who had faced death much too soon.
"Hinata-kun?"