Hajime x Nagito

Summary: What If the school never fell into ultimate despair? Everything was just as it was meant to be. The procedure with Hajime was a success and he was transferred to the ultimate classes. How well will he fit in with the other students? Is he still Hajime after all he's been through?

Chapter 1 : A New class

Class 77-B hung silently above his head as the newly 'born' Hajime Hinata reached out to turn the knob. He jumped back when he felt it turn. "Ha!? Oh, hello! Are you lost?" A thin boy with wavy grayish locks asked sweetly. Hajime just shook his head and brushed passed the boy as he looked in Aw. "Well, for all it's worth, welcome." The kind boy smiled as he slowly shut the door. He took his seat and placed his chin in his hands. A girl with long black hair nudged him. "Hey Nagito, who is that?!" She asked with laughter fallowing after. "Not sure Ibuki." He answered looking up at the stranger. Said stranger just stood there with his eyes closed. "But I was lucky to have opened that door." Nagito sighed in Aw.

"Morning class!?" A spry young female walked through the door and almost ran into her new student. "Oh so it was today! Welcome to your new home room Hajime! I know you will love being an Ultimate!" She chimed with a clap of her hands. "And good everyone made it today!" She looked around her full classroom. "Class! This is Hajime Hinata! He transferred from the reserve course!" Ibuki's hands slammed onto her desk, "You can do that!?!" "You can now! Especially if you show some promise!" The teacher chimed unknowingly waking a student from her nap. The sort haired girl looked the boy up and down. She stood up before heading over to him. "Where have you been!" She yelled. The class was in shock. "I've been waiting for you every day outside the reserve course! Hajime!" She pouted. He shrugged and looked over at his new teacher. "Where would you like me to sit?" Was the first thing to come out of his mouth. The girl besides him stomped her foot in discontent. "Hajime?!" She pouted again. The teacher nervously chuckled, "How about behind Nagito? Nekumaru, Chiaki would you mind scooting over?" She asked kindly. Nekumaru had no issues and simply moved but Chiaki, the girl pouting at Hajime, stomped her foot again. "Are you both going to ignore me?"

"Chiaki please sit down. Maybe it is best if I keep you two apart for now. Hajime, do you have anything to say?" The teacher looked to him for a response. "It is nice to see you again Chiaki. Sorry for worrying you." He said coldly before taking his new seat behind Nagito. She sighed before taking hers, "Being mad takes too much energy." She said under her breath.

The end of the day was drawing near for the lunch bell rang. Many of the students packed up their things and left for the cafeteria. As Hajime lifted his bag to his shoulder, Nagito placed a hand on the desk and blocked the way with a kind smile. "If you don't mind me asking, what is your talent? You must be something extraordinary to be transferred." Hajime tried to step aside but Nagito followed. "No need to be shy Hajime. I won't bite hard." He winked. Hajime showed no interest but sighed. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't have one talent." He stepped again only to be followed. "That can't be true. You're just making me more curious." Nagito chimed. "Why do you care?" Hajime sounded gruff as he's face started to show his annoyance. "I only got in because of my luck, so when you walked in from the reserve course I felt a shiver of hope." Nagito wrapped his arms around himself and blushed ever so lightly at the thought of hope. Hajime place a hand on the other's shoulder sending shivers down the boys spine. "You're a pain." Hajime scolded as he effortlessly shoved his classmate. Nagito met with the floor, and as he looked up Hajime was gone.

The line was long. Hajime calmly looked ahead to what he hoped was the front of the line. "I see you finally joined us." A small girl with a blond ponytail snickered. "I hope we get something to eat! I don't have enough diet pills for everyone." A girl in an apron commented. "Shut up Mikan. We can just ask Teruteru to whip something up." The short one snapped. "Did a woman ask me to whip her?" A short chef like man popped out of nowhere with a grin. Hajime ran his fingers through his hair. He almost stepped out of line before his stomach growled. "Seems like the new guy is hungry." The small man smirked. "Oh! I'm so sorry Hajime! Here, this will help with the hunger pains." Mikan handed him a small pack of pills. A small smile graced his lips, "Thank you. Mikan was it?" He said softly. TeruTeru snatched it from Hajime's hand. "You don't want this. My cooking is definitely superior."

"I'm sorry!? I just wanted to help!" Mikan shrieked.

TeruTeru waved Hajime to follow, "Let me share my gift, if you please." Hajime shrugged and followed and to TeruTeru's dismay, so did the rest of the class.

"Now then... what they hell!? Who invited everyone?!" TeruTeru growled as he looked back upon his class. "Come on we're starving!" A women with her chest showing barked, holding her stomach. "Food is fuel for the body." Nekumaru flexed. TeruTeru sighed as he makes his preparations, "I didn't plan on cooking for everyone." He huffed under his breath. The short blonde fluttered her eyelashes and puckered her lips, "Please TeruTeru?" He couldn't resist her cuteness, "It's against my nature to let a woman down." He sighed. He quickly began to cut and chop before getting distracted by Hajime analyzing him. "Is there a problem?" TeruTeru scoffed. "No." Hajime answered. "Don't be getting a crush on me now." TeruTeru continued to chop. "Not possible." Hajime huffed.

"You think you're better than me?"

"Yes."

TeruTeru growled, "Then prove it." He set up a counter for his temporary rival. "I don't care what you make, and the class will judge." He smirked with pride. "Fine." Hajime shrugged, making the other scoff. They picked up there tools bad began chopping, mixing, and cooking their separate dishes.

The smell of spices filled the air as the two competitors finished their dishes. "Voilà!" TeruTeru stood proudly before taking a look at his so called competition. His jaw dropped. "Wha...!? Well it can't possibly taste as good as it looks."

Hajime shrugged before he began plating his dish. TeruTeru followed as he shook with anticipation. All the students sat together and began to eye the mouthwatering food before them. Akane, the brown haired female with the exposed chest, just started to wolf down everything. Hajime was surprised she didn't swallow the fork. "Please be careful." Mikan pleaded. "Put a fork in it." The small blonde Hiyoko snickered as she shoved an actual fork in the other girl's mouth. Tears started to form in the nurse's eyes. "Yo Mikan you ok?!" Iduki shouted as she watched her slowly remove the fork. "This is..." Mikan started before chewing. "So good!" She hummed as she savored the flavor. "Hell ya!" Iduki mimicked as her eyes lit up. Everyone began to eat TeruTeru's masterpiece and he sighed in relief. "See I'm the Ultimate Chef!" He chimed. "Wait! Hajime's is good too!" Everyone brought their attention to the photographer, Mahiru, and took a bite as well. Most of the females hummed and almost moaned as they tried the new student's dish. "This can't be!" TeruTeru said before an incomprehensible dialect poured out of the chef's mouth. He took a bite and fell to his knees. Tears filling his eyes, words still not making much sense.

"Here you guys are!" The cheerful voice of Nagito chimed. He noticed the devastated chef on the ground. "Should I ask?" He nervously chuckled. "Try this!" Akane shoved a plate into his hand. "Ok?" He took a bite and smiled, "Definitely worthy of the Ultimate Chef!" He chimed. "Now this one!" Mahiru handed him another. "Alright?" He took a bite and his eyes started to gleam. "TeruTeru! You outdid yourself this time!"

The chef fell to the floor. His heart couldn't take it anymore. "I think you killed him Nagito." Hiyoko snickered as she poked the half dead chef. "Why? What did I say?" He tilted his head. "You just complemented Hajime's cooking." Mikan whispered into his ear. "Hajime's cooking?" He questioned, covering his mouth is shock. "No way?! Amazing!" Nagito's heart skipped a beat as a blush creeped onto his face. "Absolutely amazing!"

"Nagito?! You're head!? Are you ok!?" The student nurse lifted his bangs to and revealed a mid sized bump forming. "I'm fine Mikan, I just..." "I pushed him." Hajime cut in to look at the bump. Nagito's face turned a darker shade of pink. "How could you!?" Mikan huffed in disappointment. Hajime ignored the girl as he continued to examine his pink classmate. "It's ok, I was being..."

Hajime pressed a finger to Nagito's lips to shut him up. "I would apply some ice to that, and avoid sleep until later tonight." He said as he released Nagito's lips. "I was gonna say that!" Mikan huffed before placing a hand on Nagito's shoulder. "Also let me know if you feel lightheaded or dizzy." She smiled. "To late." Nagito joked as he swooned over the male nurse in front of him. "We need to get him to a hospital!?" Mikan panicked. "No need." Hajime huffed, "he's just trying to get attention."

"You can explain me all you want." Nagito purred. Hajime sighed, "See he's fine."

The last couple of minutes of class was basically a free period. To study, do homework, talk, and in some cases sleep. Hajime felt as tho he was being watched, and as he looked up he noticed a glare from the gamer girl Chiaki, and an uncomfortably sweet one from the male in front of him. Nagito, who now has a bandage around his forehead, smiled. "You should talk to her. Maybe my luck can help." Hajime began to smirk. "Luck isn't transmittable."

"You can try."

"No, I think I'm good, thanks though. How's your head?"

Nagito's eyes widened, "You do care!"

"It was my fault."

"So will you answer my question?"

"Mm?"

"What is your Ultimate. It can't be cooking, or being a

nurse."

Hajime's smirk faded, and looked away.

"Come on. Don't ignore me now!"

"I don't have an ultimate."

"Bullshit you don't. One does not simply transfer to this class without a talent. Fine, I'Il guess. The Ultimate copy cat?"

"Close enough, so drop it."

"The Ultimate challenger?"

Halime growled under his breath.

"Ultimate prodigy? No wait, that one is taken. Ultimate student? I guess that is still the same..."

Hajime placed his hand over the other's mouth. "Please shut up, I don't want to talk about it." Nagito nodded before Hajime removed his hand. "I'll just call you The Ultimate then."

"Fine, as long as you drop the questions."

"Alright, but if we become close you must tell me."

"Fine."

"Promise?" Nagito lifted his pinky.

"Fine, I promise." Halime sighed hooking their pinkies