It turned back into business as usual after that day of being lazy. Business as usual being that they were still being lazy, doing nothing until their next friend awoke. They were all scattered about, in groups of two, coincidentally. Hinata was currently stuck with Komaeda, who was rambling on in their one sided conversation.

"Kamukura? Kamukura!" Nagito waved his stump in his face, knowing now that he was being ignored. Hajime sat there expressionless, his eyes half opened. His head was held up by his left fist, leaning into it with his arm resting on a table. He used the white noise made by the machinery around them to drown out Nagito, but it was starting to give way to his persistence.

"What? What is it?" he lost patience, almost yelling at him as he spoke through his teeth. Nagito smiled and laughed after that, then raised his right hand up halfway. He even waved, for whatever reason.

"Are you okay? You don't look well," he inquired.

"I'm fine. It's just...boring." Hajime's monotone voice almost made him shiver. Instead, he laughed again, pressing his palm against his stomach.

"Wouldn't you say that this is anything but? I was planning on killing you, after all!"

"Shut up." he barked.

"Sorry, sorry! Don't talk about that, I remember." he didn't seem to care, fittingly. It was clear that his will to keep his prior intentions secret was not that strong. Eventually, maybe even soon, it would slip. It interested Hajime ever so slightly, thinking about how the others would react. And then the interest disappeared, once he came to the conclusion that any and every response would be negative in nature.

"You look angry," the white haired boy commented once again, much to Hinatas own disliking. His left hand uncurled, his palm sliding up his head to grasp hard at a clump of his hair. He gave Nagito the same emotionless stare, saying nothing, yet saying everything. Nagito smiled, plainly, the expression almost as blank as the look he was receiving. "Anything I can do to change that?"

"Stop talking."

"But I like talking to you!"

Talking was the wrong word to use. He might as well have been speaking to a brick wall. Maybe he just liked the sound of his own voice.

"So, who do you think will be next?"

"It doesn't matter."

He looked excited now, a wide grin forming across his face. Hinata mentally kicked himself for setting him off, and prepared to listen to him spew nonsense again. But he didn't, surprisingly. He only held his smile and giggled to himself.

"I'd like to see someone like Tsumiki first."

At that, Hajime started tuning him out again. Eventually he did stop talking, once he noticed he wasn't being listened to. A thin veil of silence was now draped over them, waiting to be broken by Nagito once again.

"Hey. Kazuichi. Hey!"

Soda flinched when Kuzuryu shouted in his ear. He stopped what he was doing, flinching again when the tool he was using was grabbed out of his hand. He looked up at Fuyuhiko with a confused and disoriented look.

"I need that..." the mechanic reached for his instrument, only to have it moved further away. Fuyuhiko eyed him sternly as he held the item hostage over his head, watching his friend mindlessly struggle to reclaim it. "Please."

"What's the matter with you?"

"I need that to tighten this last screw. It's the only one that fits."

The pink haired boy held up a small handheld radio, shaking it slowly while pointing at it with his free hand. The screw he was mentioning even fell out, leaving him wanting the tool back even more.

"You made a radio." Fuyuhiko had enough sense to see that his question wouldn't get an answer right this second. He wouldn't give up so easily though, trying to start a side conversation to ease him into speaking.

"Two." he said, now presenting the both of them. They were both finished, save for the last screw on the second one. Even though he had just completed a project, it looked like he didn't have that accomplished look in his eyes. Clearly, he was trying to work his troubles away.

Fuyuhiko let out a sigh and extended his palm, returning what he had taken. But before Soda could lay a hand on it it was pulled back. He looked up at his friend once again, who was now looking down on him with an unfamiliar look on his face.

"Talk." his voice was heavy, the tone easily conveying the severity of his demand. Him and the mechanic were now staring into eachother's eyes, the latter still resisting the request. Kazuichi opted out, standing up and walking past his friend, their shoulders bumping as he moved.

"I'll see if I have another one..."

It was indeed a strange sight to see. So far he had seemed very distant and unwilling to talk to him. But as soon as she walked into the room it was like night and day. He was smiling brightly, enlightened by her presence.

Nagito almost didn't exist while she was in the same room as him. He just sat there, watching him as he looked up at her. He was barely in her field of view, but even she was sending sideways glances his way. She was acknowledging him, but Hajime was not. At this point, he finally caught on to what was happening.

"Are the two of you together?" he blurted out, startling the two of them. It was a needless question as it was clear as day, but he wanted to hear it from them. Akane was now glaring at him intensely, forcing him into silence. Then, she told Hajime something about seeing him later before leaving as quickly as possible. And even though his back was turned to her, Nagito could still feel her heavy gaze meting into him.

"Is she gone?" he asked hesitantly, trying not to peek over his shoulder in case she wasn't gone. Hajime's face quickly became void of emotion again as he settled back into boredom.

"Yes..."

"Great! Now, we can continue our conversation! I've been thinking about something,"

"What is it this time."

"It was a fluke."

Hinata gave him a second look, wondering what he could possibly be referring to. For the first time today, he had actually piqued his curiosity. Logic dictates that whatever he's about to say will be nonsensical, but he listens anyway.

"Fluke?"

"Me! Waking up was a fluke! Don't you think? I mean, wouldn't you think so. We were all comatose, and I just happened to wake up naturally."

Komaeda hadn't let him down after all. Thinking about it now was quite interesting, in fact. Most likely, he was correct in his theory.

"You were lucky. Extremely lucky."

"So the others then? They won't be as fortunate."

"Hmm...I think we need to talk to the others about this."

"Oho, I said something useful, didn't I!? You wait here, I'll go get the others!"

Without objection Nagito sprung from his seat and ran out of the room, eager to do as he said. Hinata was left alone with his thoughts, trying to find an answer for the new problem laid out before him.