I'd started this idea ages ago on a whim, then I looked at my list and saw the prior coming up and went 'perfect'.

This time it's Hajime's parents turn to be dicks. For this chapter only of course. Also for the brief purpose of this chapter only, Izuru's birthday will temporarily be the 13th of July. Not that it really changes much.

Also, I am apparently entirely too fond of my cynical first person Hajime writing.

Opinions of any toxic OC's in this chapter are not my opinions.

(Also yes their names came from a generator, cause they're just here to be toxic for this chapter then they're gone, so I don't think it matters that much)

Note: I'm very sorry for my long absence, but I hope the long chapter makes up for it? I hope you all enjoy this chapter

(As with my Happy Death Day AU, due to the length of this chapter I might also post this separately at some point)

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It was on a chilly July afternoon that Michiko and Hikaru Kamakura welcomed their son into the world. He was named Izuru's Kamakura, and he was the apple of his parent's eyes.

From a very early age, it was apparent that he was exceptionally gifted. From academics to music, he excelled. Never failed a test, never failed to pick up a new skill or knowledge. His parents were delighted to have such a gifted son.

And then… And then the unimaginable happened.

I had the 'nerve' to be born three years later.

That's right. My name is Hajime Hinata, and my parents had the 'misfortune' to bring a second son into existence on the first of January, exactly three years after their 'darling Izuru'.

Ever since we were children, I looked up to my big brother. It seemed there was nothing he couldn't do, he was my hero… Which he is never going to hear me say out loud. And, well, sadly my parents thought the same.

But wait, there's nothing wrong with that right? Parents loving their first child is only natural right?

Ha… Well…

"You can't have a game console were going to buy Izuru that new toy."

"We're too busy to care about your passing grades Hajime, Izuru just aced all of his tests."

"Stop bothering us Hajime, we're going to help your brother study."

"What do you mean you only got second highest score on the class test? Izuru never screwed up like that."

And yeah that might not be the exact way they said some of those, but they were only a few scattered highlights that basically sums up my relationship with my parents and how much they give a damn about me. It was always Izuru, 'Izuru this' and 'Izuru that'. He was perfect, he was talented, he was everything to our parents… And I was the boring average second son that they had to struggle to praise at family gatherings.

They even gave me my mother's family last name, as if they somehow knew I was going to be disappointing.

Now, all this makes it sound like Izuru hated me, right? He was the snobbish genius that didn't want anything to do with his talentless little brother?

But, surprisingly, Izuru actually wasn't all that bad.

Believe it or not, he actually stood up for me.

He'd refuse to go to a piano recital if our parents hadn't let me take lessons in whatever activity I wanted (which at that particular time I think might have been soccer). He knew our parents spoiled him and not me, and would all but demand the newest game console even if he had no interest in it whatsoever, just because he knew I wanted it. He was always good to me like that.

And of course they'd never deny their 'precious genius', whereas if I ever asked for anything I was 'wasting their time they could be using to help Izuru, now go away and do something else'.

Now, no system is perfect, especially one implemented by children. Eventually, our parents caught on to what we were doing, and as per usual when they deigned to acknowledge my existence, I got all the scolding for 'daring to corrupt your older brother like that', which in turn led to Izuru being quizzed every time he wanted something new, and of course that in turn led to me being scolded yet again for 'causing them to go to all this trouble' and 'how unfair you're making us be to Izuru'.

This wasn't the end of it though. Izuru then proceeded to go out of his way to learn how to scheme and lie his way around our parents, and to do so he developed the best poker face I have ever seen. I actually feel really bad about accidentally being the cause of what I can only describe as Izuru seeming to shut down completely emotionally.

Even when Izuru started to act more hostile towards our parents because of how they treated me, they were still favouring him 'oh he must just be stressed let's give him space', yeah, that was how fucking blinded they were.

Oh and my absolute favourite: 'What do you mean be nicer to Hajime, darling? He's not worth making all this fuss about'. That was just the icing on the mother-fucking cake. They think I didn't hear that, but oh boy did I ever. And they wondered why Izuru didn't speak to them for at least a week.

Did I mention I fucking love my brother sometimes?

Shut up I'm not telling him that, dammit.

… …

And as I started my fist year in high school, absolutely nothing had changed.

I had always wanted to go to Hopes Peak Academy, the same high-class wealthy private school that Izuru attended. And even then, Izuru had to throw a fit and threaten to drop out immediately if my parents refused 'Hajime's unreasonable request'. And of course once again they caved for their darling Izuru.

Was it sad if I was surprised that they remembered my name?

Yeah, that's what I thought too.

But really, I had long accepted by this point that our parents would never see me the way they saw Izuru. I mean it still sucked, every kid wanted their parents to love and accept them, right? Well, that was sadly little more then a fairy tale for me. And as much as it sucked big time, I had little choice but to accept it and move on.

So I did.

I was happy going to the same school as Izuru. The teachers were nice, and I made tons of friends in my class. The loud and energetic Ibuki, the gruff but honourable Fuyuhiko, and many more unique were all crazy and different in their ow ways, but we all became great friends.

And I even formed a crush.

Yep, you heard right.

I found someone that interested me.

Nagito Komaeda was a another boy in my class. Pale hair and equally pale skin, the poor boy looked like a walking ghost. But still, as the year went on, I noticed little things about him.

He was insanely humble, but he was also kind. He didn't show it very often, but he was very intelligent and witty under his mask of politeness. The shade of his eyes were so unique, some days they reminded me of blades of grass shining under the summer sunlight, and other days I could see the grey mist of an early morning fog. His hair appeared so unorganised, but under the breeze it flowed like… Yeah, you know what? I'm gonna stop myself right there before I make anyone vomit from the sheer level of sappy I think just reached.

Long story short, from the first year we were in class together, Nagito Komaeda very much interested me, and I wanted to get closer to him.

Unfortunately for you, me, and everyone else, it wasn't exactly a fairy tale ending from there.

Senior year brought so much drama. I was crushing majorly on Nagito by this point, which I'm sure pretty much our entire class figured out, looking back it's actually a miracle that Nagito hadn't caught on sooner then he did. I mean, hell I was basically pining after the boy for most of high school.

Get ready ladies and gentlemen, this is gonna be a mouthful.

There came a rumour that the model at our school Junko Enoshima had taken an interest in Nagito for some reason. (She later claimed it was to help me get over myself and finally confess to my 'precious snowflake boyfriend', but I'm not sure I believe her even to this day.) Then about a few weeks later her and Nagito had some massive argument about something, I only showed up towards the end. Then when my brother showed up to take me home from school, to both my horror and Izuru's annoyance I swear I saw hearts in her eyes.

So then there came out rumours that Izuru was dating Junko, which in turn was later proven wrong when he announced he was dating my classmate and friend Chiaki. It was actually comical to watch how relieved Izuru was to no longer have the blonde persue him in the hallways whenever he showed up.

For some reason there came out a brief rumour that I liked Chiaki (I'll never know where that came from, but I'll just say that I wouldn't be surprised if it was Junko). And after that, nothing much was heard from Junko for about a month, and then showed back up in the social spotlight dating one of her classmates, Yasuke Matsuda, and as far as I care to know they're still together… I feel sorry for the poor man.

Looking back on it, I can't help but laugh. Even though I myself was painfully fucking average, my life at Hope's Peak was anything but normal.

So after that giant knot of teenage shenanigans was untangled, things had mostly settled down. Or at least I had thought so.

Nagito had asked me to walk him home one night, and being stupidly in love with the boy, I didn't hesitate to say yes.

At first, nothing much had happened, we chatted about anything and everything, from what each of us were planning on doing in term break, to when Sonia would finally confess to Gundham (and how long Kazuichi would cry upon finding out). It was such an ordinary conversation, Nagito had become my closest companion.

Upon reaching the giant gates that lead to his home (I was floored when he first showed me the behemoth of a mansion he lived in), one second we were talking normally, both of us trying to subtly delay saying goodbye as usual, when I got the surprise of my life.

He kissed me.

He…

…kissed…

…me…?

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"I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that and now you'll probably hate me and-"

I was jolted back into reality by his nervous rambling.

Me, hate Nagito? Impossible.

"And I knew it was probably a bad idea to do that and now I've ruined everything and-"

Acting on impulse, I promptly grabbed the boy (gently) by the neck and kissed him back for all I was worth.

At first, he froze, and for a moment I was terrified I'd screwed everything up, or even rushed into my response to quickly, but then I felt his thin fingers rest on the back of my neck, and closed my eyes relieved. Such soft and kissable lips, any insecurities left we're dashed with the way his mouth moved just as enthusiastically as my own.

Now, such a moment, as beautiful as it was, couldn't last forever. Briefly, we just stared at each other, neither backing up an inch.

"Does…" Nagito averted his gaze, then shifted back to me. "Does this mean…?"

"It means I like you Nagito, more then a friend."

It was like watching a serene and delicate sunrise, the way Nagito's face lit up.

"Ah, if… if it's not too selfish, would you like to, maybe… uh, go out some time?"

And there went my heart, just watching the adorable fragility of this boy in font of me.

"I'd love to."

And so boys and girls, now I had the most adorable person in the universe as my boyfriend.

We were blissful, we were happy, sneaking kisses between classes and just generally being the dorks we were.

But then… the inevitable happened.

He wants to meet my parents.

Now see, I love my new boyfriend, I am fully aware of how he's an odd thinker compared to other kids…

But for the life of me, I could not understand what the fuck was his obsession with meeting my parents.

Now see, this isn't for no reason, everything you've read so far? I've told him. He knows exactly what kind of special assholes I have the absolute misfortune to call parents, but yet… he still wants to meet them?

Was he brave or stupid?

Eventually, after a good several months of me stalling and avoiding, and him pestering me about it, I may have got a tiny bit fed up and asked him why the fuck exactly he wants to meet my parents when I've told him explicitly why that's the worst fucking idea ever known in the history of mankind?

"It's only right Hajime."

Its only right…

It's only fuckin right…?!

Now see I don't know if he really couldn't figure it out why that was a bad way to word it, or if the little shit knew exactly what my reaction would be, but goddammit he got me with his next words.

"Since I don't have parents to bring dates home to, I at least want to meet yours."

Yep, that's right.

I fell for the guilt card.

Goddamn that cute little shit, what heartless asshole would say no to that?

Not me apparently…

So here we are now, just a few months shy of high school graduation, and I'm completely miserable as were making my way to my impending doom.

Shut up i'm allowed to be dramatic.

'Like a bandaid, like a motherfucking bandaid. We'll just run in, announce were dating, then just bolt out the fuckin door and go get some food or something. Yeah, yeah that sounds good.'

"Ah, Izuru?"

'The fuck…?'

I looked up from my internal muttering, and like myself and Nagito, was my brother and Chiaki, holding hands at the front door to hell- I mean my house.

Oh well, same difference.

"Izuru?"

"Unless I have cloned myself, yes."

I'm pretty sure he damn well noticed my unimpressed face.

"Haha, genius. What are you doing here?"

"We both live here."

Goddamn my brother and his dry sarcasm.

"No, I mean what are you guys doing?"

"I'm introducing Chiaki to our parents. Is that not acceptable?"

"..that's actually funny, I was about to do the same with Nagito."

"I know."

What the fuck?

"Pardon?"

"I am well aware of your plans, Chiaki overheard you finally cave to Nagito's pestering after school."

"Aww how mean Izzy!" Damn Nagito and his adorable perpetual smile.

"… you are lucky you're dating my brother."

Oh my god, someone just got away with giving Izuru a nickname? Other then me, I don't think I've seen anyone else get away with that, he even stopped letting our parents give him cutesy nicknames years ago.

"-and so that's why im doing it."

What?

"I'm sorry what?"

"I said, sleepy brother of mine, we are both well aware of what… special people our parents are, and considering their asinine treatment of you, I'm also sure you know exactly how well breaking your particular news would go."

I nodded, that was certainly an understatement.

"However, since Chiaki overheard you give in to what i'm sure you think of as your 'impending demise', I then enlisted Chiaki and purposely decided to come over this afternoon, I'm sure they'll be beside themselves that I finally have a partner, which will act as a buffer for you."

I could only stare.

"Though this does mean you will have to break the news before I do. And that dear brother, is why I decided to do it."

"…"

Shut up i'm not tearing up you are.

Before I could even begin to protest, Izuru had opened the door, Nagito excitedly dragging me inside. He was chattering on about he furniture, the paintings, and just generally all smiles as he observed my massive house, but me… I didn't hear a word of it.

"Ooh and look at- Hajime?"

He's smart, so I'm sure it took exactly no time to read just how much my expression screamed 'I do NOT want to be here'.

"Hajime, it will be fine-"

"FINE?!" I exploded, admittedly a bit louder then I meant to. "Fine?! I've told you about my parents Nagito! What exactly about the situation is anything close to 'fine'?"

He grabbed my hand, the soft touch making me sigh and slump my shoulders.

"You… I care about you, you idiot. Which is exactly why I wanted to protect you from them."

With a soft laugh, he squeezed my hand briefly.

"Listen to me Hajime. Even if they don't approve, and from your stories, they won't, would you leave me if they told you to?"

"I… of course not!"

"Then everything will be fine."

A tiny stubborn part of me waned to protest that. But a larger, louder part of me was screaming to just revel in the others offered comfort.

"Fine…"

"Don't worry, you can even say 'I told you so' later."

"Damn right I will." I grumbled.

"Izuru?"

I froze.

Fuck. They were home early? I was halfway hoping they would be held back, some selfish part of me that still wanted to do anything but hold the conversation I knew we'd have to.

"No dad, it's me."

"Oh, Hajime?" Oh wow, please don't get to over ex-fucking-cited there. "Come here son."

I sighed, at least I could get this bullshit done with sooner then later.

"Sure dad."

Ignoring my dads faint muttering about manners from the other room, I tugged on Nagito's hand.

"Come on, lets go get this over with, yeah?"

"Aha, have a little faith Hajime!"

Looking at that smile, I lost the strength to argue.

I turned the corner, completely unsurprised with what I saw. Dad in the armchair with his newspaper, and mother dearest was doing one of those circle-pattern-stitch things I never remember the name of.

"Ah, Hajime, I wish to discuss you recent test on…"

Seeing Nagito, my dad trailed off, no doubt noticing out still connected hands. This in turn caught my mother's attention, looking up wondering what distracted dad.

… I'd rather have the discussion about my grades, comparisons to Izuru and everything.

"Hajime is there something you wish to tell us?" He was avoiding staring at the connected hands so hard he might as well have stared right at them.

I took a deep breath, knowing what was bound to come next.

"Mum, dad, this is Nagito."

Nagito, still smiling, lifted his free hand to wave.

"Mr and Mrs Hina-"

"Kamakura."

Nagito's smile faltered briefly, but otherwise he gave no reaction.

"Ah, my mistake, I do apologise. Regardless, it's lovely to meet you both."

Neither of my parents replied, only sharing a look that I was sure I didn't want to know the meaning of.

"Is this what you've brought home with you then?"

… what the fuck?

"Excuse me?!"

"Don't take that tone with me Hajime, you very well heard me."

Fucking hell, I knew this wouldn't go well, but fuck me…

"Nagito is not a thing! HE is a person, and he's standing right there!"

Nagito, to his credit, hadn't given much of a reaction to being talked about, only continuing to grasp my hand tightly and smile at my parents.

"I hope this is a very bad joke."

Nagito grasped my hand tighter, most likely seeing the indignant look on my face.

"What the fuck dad?!"

"Do you even know how this will make us look?"

… I'm not sure exactly what my expression twisted into, but Nagito was looking at me concerned. If I didn't have more important thing to focus on, I would have taken more notice that the damn smile finally slid off his face.

"Look? LOOK?! That's what you're concerned about?"

"Obviously, we haven't continued this family's tradition just for you to ruin it."

"And maybe the fact that, oh I don't know, that Nagito makes me happy, never occurred to you?"

"Watch your tone boy."

Of course not, what the fuck did I expect?

… damn Nagito and that stupidly adorable smile for getting me into this.

"Well what do you expect me to do then? I like Nagito, and that's all there is too it." I didn't want to be here, but I'll be damned if I wasn't going to be stubborn about this now that I am.

"What we mean, boy, is that you better stop this joke and actually go find someone suitable."

"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!"

Silence. You could hear a fuckin butterfly sneeze in here. Do they sneeze? Ah, I don't fuckin know…

But fuck I've gone and done it now.

"Boy you will-"

Whatever threat my father was about to deliver, thankfully I never found out, as at that exact moment there was a loud knock at the front door.

Please let that be who I think it is.

"Mother, father, I'm home."

Oh thank fuck.

"Izuru, darling!" It was still bittersweet, watching my mother light up like the sunrise at my brothers presence.

And like the hawks they were, they immediately noticed Chiaki's hand connected to his.

"Oh my Izuru, who's this adorable thing?"

Like it wasn't fucking obvious what they were doing. Judging by Izuru narrowing his eyes ever so slightly, I'm guessing he figured it out too.

"This is Chiaki."

"It's nice to meet you both." I'm pretty sure I saw my mothers fuckin heart melt at the girl's soft wave.

I knew what my parents were like, I knew dammit. But fuck if it didn't still hurt slightly watching them fawn all over Chiaki, while deliberately scorning Nagito.

It just sucked, knowing nothing you did would ever be good enough. I'm pretty sure Chiaki could be a goddamn convicted serial killer, and they'd still love her more then they'd ever accept someone, anyone I brought home.

"-grandchildren."

Ah, shit, i'd zoned out again. Though just from that one word, I'm pretty sure I already knew where this was going.

Of fucking course this would be brought up.

"It's too soon to start talking about that mother, we haven't been dating that long."

See? It's like all their combined common sense went straight to Izuru.

"I know darling, but imagine the future! I'd just love some adorable little ones to spoil someday."

Yes mother, that direct look at me wasn't obvious at all.

Not at fucking all…

"Mother, that's enough. Wether I have children or not is none of your concern."

"But-"

"But nothing. Your behaviour towards your own children is deplorable, assuming I do have children, what exactly makes you think such toxic parents such as the pair of you would be allowed anywhere near them?"

"Behaviour?" Mother actually had the audacity to look surprised. "Toxic? What on earth are you talking about?"

In some sort of morbid curiosity, I just stood there, wondering how this was going to play out.

"For years you have praised me, my intelligence, my accomplishments and everything. But what about Hajime? Do either of you remember his birthday at this point?"

"Izuru?"

"I am not finished." His stare was so cold I almost shivered. "The way you treat him, completely dismissing him and his partner when he's finally found someone that brings him happiness, just because you two don't like it? It's too bad Nagito's parents have passed away, because I am certain that they would be much more suitable parents then you two."

"… How could you say that to your own mother?" Both of my parents were somewhere between scolding and awe at this point. To be honest, I was a little amazed myself watching this go down.

"You claim to be parents?" He pointed a finger at me. "Then act like it, or are the both of you so incompetent that you can't remember how many children you have?"

"I… I can't believe you Izuru!"

"And I can't believe I was spawned by such close-minded backwards morons like yourselves."

Yep, that was it. Shocked awe was displayed on both of their faces.

"Izuru?! Why are you speaking this way?"

"Why? You want to know why?" He scoffed. "If both of you are still so blissfully ignorant, then I shall inform you. When I ask for something, both of you trip over yourselves like drunken fools to make me happy? But Hajime? What, you might toss him a pair of socks when you can be bothered to remember he exists? Which I might remind you, is only when it's convenient for you?"

"Please stop this-"

"I will not."

"We have given you everything!"

"And yet you give Hajime nothing. He is just as much your son as I am, and it disgusts me that you continually refuse to act as such. Neither of you are fit to be parents, let alone the grandparents you apparently want to be so badly. Maybe you should learn to take care of the children you actually have before demanding more to take care of."

It took all my fucking strength to not laugh at the stunned horrified faces my parents wore.

Nagito had remained silent through all of this, and so had Chiaki, which was probably the best idea at this point. It was bad enough with just Izuru and my parents arguing.

"It is illogical to favour one of your children so badly over the other. Hajime has done nothing wrong. He passes his classes at school, doesn't do anything illegal or get into fights daily, and finding someone he loves is not a crime, and yet you act like is poison to your precious perfect world. If I ever decide what I want to do about children in the future, I swear to you that I will either refuse to have them at all, or so help me I swear to every deity that exists, they will be kept far away from the both of you. Do you understand me?"

Oh my god… Oh my god.

Shut up I'm not gonna cry you are.

"You… You can't do this to us!"

"Now here is what's going to happen." He completely ignored the protests. "I am moving out as soon as possible, and as I am eighteen, you cannot stop me or I will have the police involved. And as for Hajime, I refuse to leave him alone here, so I will take care of him, since we have established the two of you are apparently incapable of caring for your own child."

He turned to me. "Is this acceptable?"

I don't think I could have nodded any faster.

"Now," He grabbed Chiaki's hand, turning his back on our stunned parents. " Let us leave, as I don't want to be here a moment longer."

Again, I acted at the speed of fucking light, dragging Nagito out behind me.

Once out the doors, I whirled around and jabbed a pointer finger at Nagito.

"You see? You fucking see?! This is exactly why I didn't want to do that! You saw how horrible they were to you! To us!"

"I know, I know Hajime. But at least it's better to do it now, rather than ten years later and both of us have little ones running around, wondering why their dad is shouting at the strange people at the door and then having to explain what happened."

"… Little ones?" What?

Nagito froze, his brain probably catching up with exactly what he just said. His face went dark red, tugging his hand out of mine to wave them both frantically in front of his face.

"I-I meant hypothetically, o-obviously!"

I couldn't help but smile, tugging on his jacket sleeve lightly.

"You dork, I'd love that someday."

Damn that boy and his beautifully blinding smiles. It's gonna be the death of me I swear.

A cough sounded, reminding us exactly where we were.

"If you are quite done being grossly romantic, the I suggest we find a place to stay, preferably soon as possible."

"Uh…" Nagito shyly raised a hand. "If, um, you guys don't mind living with me, of course, then I'd love to offer you both a place to stay at my family's estate?"

Izuru stared at my boyfriend for a moment, then nodded.

"Very well, I find this acceptable. Hajime?"

"Of course." Was that even a question?

"Then let's go." I felt guilty, I lost forgot Chiaki was there for a moment. "I don't want to be out here in the dark."

With that, the girl tugged on my brothers hand, leading him down the street.

Damn him, damn my brother. My stupidly wonderful, supportive, fucking amazing superhero of a brother.

Fine… I might actually have the ability to shed a tear…

Shocker, I know.

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[Authors Notes]

Cya next chapter :)

Tairulz