It was normal morning on Jabberwock island, which is to say two things have already exploded and Hajime had to break up a fist fight between Fuyuhiko and Hiyoko. Pretty standard. He walked into the restaurant where they all eat. Teruteru has already laid out the spread, like usual. There was a few of the men chatting it up next to the spread. Normal. All the girls were sat down in the same area, huddled around. Now, that was a new normal. For the first two years, the girls had their own clichés they ate and gossiped with at meals, though sometimes the girls with partners eat with them in the corners of the room; but then, Nekomaru died. After a year on the island, he started becoming visibly unwell. Shortly after they had Hajime and Mikan examine him to be sure, and it was confirmed, the manager's heart condition had caught up with him. His heart was failing. He lasted a little over a year after that. After that the girls started congregating around Akane, to comfort the heart broken girl, as the pair had been dating for about a year and half before his passing. That was two months ago, and every mealtime since the girls have grouped up as a unit. Hajime went and got his food, giving greetings to the people still standing there before taking his seat a few feet away from the girls.

Now, he didn't mean to ease drop, he didn't, but his hearing was downright freakish now. The voices of the girls drifted into his ears as he dug into his pancakes.

"Maybe it's time you get back out there."

"Ibuki! It's only been a couple months, be sensitive!"

"She's wound tight like an eight-day clock! She needs to do something."

"Yeah, she doesn't need to get a boyfriend or something. Just needs someone to clear the cobwebs in her crotch and get a good work out. Bitch loves her exercise, after all."

"Do you have to be so blunt about it?"

"Am I wrong?"

"She's got a point…"

"I mean… I have been pretty horny…"

"See! Don't worry, you got tits like melons and a waist that's like a twig. You can get any of these dick twists, no problem. And if you can't I'm sure Ibuki or Mahiru would lend you a hand."

"Don't just volunteer people like that!"

"Who would I even pick?"

Hajime withered internally. He hated it when the conversation took turns like this. While a few of the islanders coupled up and were rather private about their sex lives, everybody else played it pretty casual. Things usually came down to which two free agents were in the mood and in proximity to each other. Most of the time it didn't come up, but other times Hajime felt like he was living in a sex camp. It wasn't that he had a problem with it, he had hormones of his own to contend with, he was just in a better position with how busy he is to hold off until he's alone. The biggest thing was the girls were gossips, and so every once in a while he'd end up overhearing things he'd rather not know about the sex lives and anatomy of his male peers. He wishes he could forget the things he's heard about Teruteru's dick. Hajime shuddered before being brought out of his thoughts by hearing his name.

"Come on, you've slept with Hajime, right?"

"N-no… I al-almost went to him o-once but I ran in-into Komaeda f-first."

"That boy is most of the way to a full gay and has one foot in the grave, and you took that instead of trying to take a swing at Hajime?"

"H-h-hey!"

"Come on, we've all been there. His luck lands him right where he needs to be."

"Fine… But, Hajime, decent height and build. And his talent is talent! That's gotta translate well into the sack. I don't know about his babymaker, I haven't seen it, and it's hard to tell through his pants…"

"…"

"You haven't-"

"Has anybody-"

"Somebody had to-"

"…"

Hajime felt eyes on him. Damnit. Fuck Damnit. There goes his day.

"You haven't banged anybody on the island!?" Hiyoko hollered, way too loud, attracting the attention of everybody in the room.

"No…" Please drop it, please please please.

"How!?" It was few people this time. Could of sworn a few dudes joined in.

"I'm a busy guy, and I just- I haven't gotten around to it."

"What, forgot to put in your day planner?" Yeah, he had that coming.

"I mean you're not a total virgin, right? With that brash attitude of yours, even with your boring face, you must have attracted a few girls." Hajime felt a vein pop up on his forehead. Just because he was a little bold and rude from time to time didn't mean he was some sort of delinquent. Some part of his brain knew that what was about to spew from his mouth was going to backfire, but it was overpowered by the part that was mad.

"No! I haven't even asked a girl out-" The sensible part finally won over. "Wait- it's not that- there was- I was busy with school, and Izuru found sex and dating as boring as everything else-" Damn!

A few of the boys came up and consoled him as turned red and covered his face, so the talented boy didn't see the looks exchanged between the girls. There was a spark of competition. There was a prize up for grabs.

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After the absolute mortification of this morning, Hajime was glad to get to work. He had never wanted to die more then when Komaeda patted his shoulder and told him some people were just late bloomers. Alas, he is alive, and it was his today it was his job to chop down palm trees, and plant new ones over where the last weeks stumps were removed. It was tedious and physically demanding, perfect to distract him from that shit storm of a morning. A few trees in he sits down on a stump, slipping off his backpack and getting out a bottle of water. He had to take a rest, the island sun was frying him alive and he was starting to sweat. When he started to take a drink he saw Mahiru approach, stopping just when she got to him.

"Hey, Mahiru, what's up?"

"Just figured I'd visit you… After this morning you seemed pretty freaked out. Sorry about all that noise, we were just shocked."

"Yeah..." His analytical talent was throwing all sorts of statistics at him about where this was going and most of them weren't good. Discomfort settled in his stomach prematurely.

"You just do so much for everybody on the island with all your talents... I figured somebody would have... thanked you at some point."

"You guys thank me all the time." Please take the out.

"I mean a more... personal thanks." Mahiru said, dropping down onto his lap, facing towards him, arching her back so that her breasts pressed against his chest. She even had a button loose so that he could see down her shirt a little. Heat creeped up his neck and the discomfort spread lower. "As far as men go, you aren't the worst. You dress nice, are capable, and you shower more then some of the others on the island, I can't believe I never-"

"Mahiru- what are you- I don't-"

"You don't need to be nervous, Hajime. I can take care of you, like you take care of us." A delicate hand started to reach down and Hajime was quick to stop it in it's tracks quickly.

"No, Mahiru, I don't want this, you're a very pretty girl, but I'm busy right now, and not in the mood. I'm all sweaty and gross, you don't really want to do this either."

"Fine..." She thankfully got up, but then she reached into her pocket and took out a picture. "But please take this and concider contacting me when you are in a mood."

He didn't need his analytical talent to know it was a nude. He took the picture to appease the red head, but didn't look at it. Even though his brain had told him how likely it was, Hajime kind of couldn't believe that he had just been given nudes like they were some sort of sex resume.

"Thank you, I'll take it under consideration."

"You know, you look pretty cute all sweaty and red faced... I hope I get the chance to see it in private some time." And with that Mahiru blushed and walked away quickly.

There was a very good chance this was going to be a long... long day. A thing that was confirmed when he finished his work with the trees and moved on to home planning. They had all agreed that they didn't want to live in cabins together, which meant building homes. Selling products made on the island to buy materials and equipment that wasn't available on the island. He was in charge of many things about this project, but thing he was focusing on today was layout, blueprints, making material lists. He had office set up in the building they woke up in, with blueprints pinned to walls. Hajime was mulling over wether or not Peko's training room should be in the house or in a building out back. Peko and Fuyuhiko were planning on having children at some point, so it could be advantagious to have it seperate.

He heard footsteps approaching. The pace and weight told him it was Ibuki. This would confirm or deny his theory about how his day would go.

And she confirmed it by immediately grabbing at his crotch and greeting him:

"Hello, Hajime, do you have a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

He looked to Ibuki and she was wearing the outfit, her getting laid outfit. Just as punk and loud as he regular clothes, but sexy. Black top corset tyed with neon colored laces, over a very sheer black top, a collar with a tag, a short skirt in bright blue and pink, stripped thigh highs, and high heeled combat boots. Hajime had seen this outfit get her in a lot of pants, mostly the other girls, and now it was being used on him. She was really trying to pull out all the stops.

"Ibuki, I know you are direct, but is the sexual assualt really needed?"

"Sorry." The rocker let go, but was undetered, slipping between him and the wall with a smirk. "Ibuki just thought you could use a little help."

"I thought you prefered girls?"

"Either is fine, girls are just prettier. Besides, Mahiru already took a swing at you, and she mostly prefers girls too." The rocker shrugged her shoulders. This confirmed to him that girls were likely having some sort of contest."What can we say, you're a nice prize."

"I don't know how I feel about being refered to as some sort of object." Not sexy at all, Ibuki was normally better at picking people up than this.

"Oh no! It's a compliment, Ibuki promises. Besides," Ibuki leaned forward, reaching up to caress his jawline. "Ibuki has always thought you were sort of cute... a little brash, but still pretty cute, I just never really thought to try."

"I'm really busy right now, Ibuki." It was really difficult to focus with the girl infront him giving him a great look down to her breasts, even if hers were on the small side.

"I've always wanted to have office sex, it wouldn't take long..."

"I don't think I want to have my first time to be a quickie in my home planning office."

"Yeah... that's fair." She leaned back and pouted, crossing her arms. "I really thought this would work."

"It was a good effort, this just wasn't the right time. Maybe try Mahiru while you're in the outfit, she could probably use the pick me up after this morning."

"Yeah, probably. It's a shame you turned her down, she's a fun time despite appearances." The rocker shrugged her shoulders. "More for Ibuki!"

"Have fun." Hajime remarked, trying to scrub the mental image of the two girls together from his mind.

"You try and have some fun too, Hajime!" Ibuki said with a wink as she walked backwards out the door.

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Hajime used his talents to hide his presence until lunch, when he couldn't be bothered to continue doing so. The second he opened the door and stopped hiding himself by will, he felt several pairs of eyes on him. He hated days like this, when nonsense was afoot. It was a natural and expected consquence but it didn't really stop him from being annoyed when the crazy got pointed at him like it was today.

"Hey, Hajime." Nagito saddled up, reaching over to put a hand on his shoulder.

"No, Nagito." He could hear the flirting already, the other boy would try get at him sometimes when there wasn't a hoopla going on about his virginity.

"Understandable, thank you." And the pale boy walked away to the giggles of some of the girls at his failure.

After they were done with their giggling, the girls started to whisper about something before Mikan was spit out of the girls group and sent his way while he was piling up his plate with lunch.

No. Nope, no.

Mikan was a beautiful girl, but Hajime really didn't want to contribute to the girl's sexualization of herself. He didn't really know the best way to let her down easy without damaging her self esteem and denting her work at owning her sexuality. His brain screamed plenty of answers from his various talents, and the chances that each choice might work. He really didn't want to do this right now.

And then he was rescued.

"Hey, Hajime, why don't you eat with Peko and I today?" Fuyuhiko hollered from their table.

"Sure!" He quickly walked over, leaving the table with half the amount of chips than he wanted originally. A sacrifice he was willing to make. "Thank you for that, I really don't want to deal with that right now."

"No problem." Peko responded, which is when he finally noticing that the woman was blushing. Oh. Oh no.

"Just hear us out." The gangster said, turning red himself, as he seemd to realize that he'd caught on that something was up. The blonde slid a note across the table. Hajime picked it up with hesitation before opening it up.

'Hajime, Peko and I would like to invite you sleep with us tonight. We have been speaking about spicing things up, and we think that you deserve something special for your first time. Making a threesome a mutaully benifical for all the three of us. You wouldn't be required to have any sexual contact with me if you don't want to, but it's open for discussion.'

Hajime sat the note down and took a deep breath. This was on the outskirts of the possibilities, so was he less then prepared to handle this. It was actually tempting. He had in fact had a crush on Peko, briefly. The couple was very close to him, if there were people that he'd trust his virginity to, it would probably be them, especially since Fuyuhiko was finally growing out of his baby face a little bit. Yet... it didn't really sit right.

"I'm going to have to turn you down. I can still... assist you with the issue, if you want. Between the things left on the island, and what we've scavenged on trips I could make you somethings."

"We'd apreciate that." Peko answered, blush deepening. "When could we discuss what we... need?"

"I can arrange a meeting to discuss it tomorrow. I just want you to know, it's nothing against you... I just think this should be a more private thing."

"We understand, man." The former gangster put a hand on his lady's shoulder to calm her down. "It's cool, now, Ibuki told me you were working on our house plan today?"

"Yeah, I was focusing a lot on Peko's sword studio today." Hajime felt relief flood his system as the conversation switched over to house planning. It also gave him a reason to disappear after he was done eating without having to deal with a deludge of come ons from the other girls.

Through some small miracle he managed to remain unharrassed while he did his work the rest of the day. The miracle ran out when he tried to go to dinner, only to be intercepted by Mikan. Damnit.

"H-hello, Hajime." Mikan was trying her best to be confident, and it made him want to be proud of her, but the context was less than stellar. "What are... you doing here?"

"Going to dinner." Hajime pointed to the door he was walking towards, and tried to keep walking to no avail.

"Right- th- that's good. Maybe after, you come... to my..." Mikan turned red, and drew herself together, shutting her eyes tight. "Maybeyoucouldtomycabinfordrinks. O-or not, but you c-could."

"Mikan, just because the girls have this thing going on, doesn't mean that you have to try and seduce me. We've talked about this, you should do things because you want to."

"I do want to! You seem nice... b-but not too nice." She fiddled with the edge of her dress. "Plus, I can't get pregnant, and there are no STDs on the island, so you w-wouldn't have to use a c-c-condom-"

"Mikan, please. I'm really not in the mood." Though he did file that information under useful incase this sex thing ended up being something he'd like to pursue himself later.

"I-I'm sorry-" And here comes the tears, damnit.

"It's okay, I promise." He tried his best to calm her down.

"Am I that repulsive?" She was sniffling, and part of Hajime wanted to start to spiral too.

"No! You're very pretty, I'm just not in the mood today, you understand? Maybe some other time? In the future."

"Okay." Mikan was clearly very embarrassed, and he wished he could help. They went inside, where Mikan was quick to scammer off to the waiting Ibuki and Mahiru for comfort. Hajime, meanwhile, had to actually physically dodge a determined looking Hiyoko.

This time, he was rescued by Gundam and Sonia, and by some small miracle of the universe, they didn't proposition him for sex, though they did mention that Peko and Fuyuhiko had told them about their planned meeting to discuss sex toys, and wanted a meeting of their own. Even under his copious makeup, Hajime could see how deeply he was blushing. Sonia was pretty cool and collected about it, which he admired. He wasn't sure if he should feel bad for Gundam, since all that pomp and noise was a smokescreen for how reserved and shy he was, or just think he was lucky to have someone... like Sonia. They planned a meeting for the next day, and promptly moved on to discussing and animals. Gundam had recently found a group of wild hogs on part of the island, and had managed to tame them somewhat. He was researching their breeding habits, and one of the females had recently had a litter, and even with one getting sick and another getting lightly stepped on they had all survived so far.

Hajime wasn't sure what he was supposed to expect when he returned to his cabin. He figured that one of the girls, or maybe Komaeda, would be there to make a last ditch efforts. All the percent chances and odds that his brain threw at him couldn't begin to prepare him for the thing that met him.

He swung the door open, and there she was. Akane, sitting on his bed, naked as the day she was born. Very Direct, very like her. The image was going to be burned into his mind forever.

"So?" The dark skinned girl asked, like that was all that needed to be said. And it was.

Something in Hajime had snapped.

"Sure." He conceded, walking over to the bed and taking off his tie.

"Yes!" The athlete did a fist pump and he trying very hard not to focus on the way her breast moved when she did, because seemed pervy, right?

"And you're sure about this? I don't want to take advatage of you, with your... grief." Hajime had started to unbutton his shirt. Akane straightened up, and looked far too serious for a naked person.

"Look, if anybody is taking advatage here, it's me. I will... always miss Nekomaru, but I still have needs, and he trusted you, so I think I can, too. Forget the damn contest, I just... need this. With your Talent, you have to be good, so I might as well try, you know?" She rose a brow. "Is there any... sex stuff in that noggin of yours?"

"While on sex related talents never attended school, Hope's Peak studied talents wherever they existed, including research into stripping, sex work, excorts, the like." And off went his pants. "Do you have a safe word, if things get intense?"

"Pineapple."

"Okay, lets get started."

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Akane was gone by the time he woke up, but Hajime couldn't really be mad at that. It wasn't like they were dating, and Akane sometimes got antsy in the morning. He just hoped he preformed well enough, all his knowledge has theory and facts, and he was putting a lot of trust in his talents to carry the performance. She seemed happy at the time, but his treacherious mind chucked facts about often women fake it to protect their partner. But he pushed it aside and got up, more sore then he'd thought he'd be since he wasn't even the one penatrated, and headed towards the shower to start the day. Getting cleaned up, and getting dressed like normal before heading towards the hotel for breakfast. Hajime could only hope that the stories of being able to tell when someone had lost their virginity weren't true, because he'd been bothered enough for a while.

His hopes were dashed when he walked in, Kazuichi laid eyes on him and had his eyes light up in some sort of perverse recognition. Damn.

"Who was it, who won the girls contest?" He asked, and at least he was trying to be quiet. Hajime could be greatful for that.

"None of your business."

"Come on, man, this is a momentous occasion, you have to give me some deets."

"I do not."

"Was it-"

The front door slammed open with enough force that it attracted the attention of everybody, revealing a grinning Akane. He felt his heart stutter when he saw what was clenched in her fist. No. Oh no.

"Read it and weep, bitches!" She crowed, lifting a pair of his white, blue flowered boxer shorts up for everybody to see. The room exploded into action, with the boys rushing to him, and girls to her.

"No way! You even got his underwear!"

"Congrats, man!"

"Way to go!"

"How was he?"

That last one seemed to catch everybodies attention.

"His talent is talent, of course he's good. Grade A Man." When she said this, she made a gesture with her hands that he knew communicated the length of his... member. The room exploded again. Hajime wished he had stayed in bed.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Poor Hajime. Lol. Sorry, I think I got my asexuality all over this. Leave review! Favorite Line/Part! Suggestions? Whatever!