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Hajime groaned and pulled his dick out of the man underneath him, he was breathless, “G-gonna come…!”, pumping himself until he spurt his come into the tacky bright condom he was wearing. The man seemed to reach his climax as well and twitched silently, pathetically. Hajime sighed, recovering from his orgasm quickly. He put on a polite smile, kissed the cheek of the man underneath him, tied off the condom and laid by his side. The client had requested some affection, and he was very mindful of what Hajime did and did not permit. This was one of his richer regulars, a middle-aged married man who always paid him a generous gratuity. During bookings with him, he’d constantly compliment Hajime, tell him he loved him and his youthful body, and would talk about his infidelity. Hajime would simply nod and listen. Maybe give a smile or kiss. He never listened close enough to care about what every man that booked him had to say, what insecurities they had, what problems they had in their personal life, nothing. It was meaningless to him. The man snuggled into Hajime’s arm, relaxing soundly.
Hajime turned his head to the alarm on the nightstand, the bright fluorescent light read 8:56 PM. it was just about time for him to leave this shitty love hotel and make his way back to his apartment.
Hajime nudged the man politely until he stirred and opened one eye to look at him. “Hey. I have to go now, alright? Feel free to check out in the lobby later. Message me if you want to book me again. You know when I’m free.” The man nodded and said something flirtatious while he palmed Hajime’s ass. Hajime turned around and scowled, pulling his pants up and zipping them, shrugging his shirt on and buttoning that up. He grabbed his jacket off the floor and pushed his arms into the sleeves. Wordlessly, he exited the room without looking back.
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Three years ago, Hajime had been accepted into the university he had dreamed of going to since he was a young boy, his eighteen years of hard work finally paid off. Hope’s Peak University. Sure, he got in as a Reserve Course student and never found something to excel at and become an Ultimate, but that didn’t matter. That school screamed prestige and success, and everyone who had gone was set for life after graduation. Nothing would bring him down from the high of his accomplishment, not even his classmates in his third year who would snicker right next to him about how he wasn’t talented enough to attend. Not even his parents, who screamed with joy and threw him a huge celebratory party once they learned he was accepted, and later told him solemnly they only had enough money saved up for him to pay for a year’s worth of tuition. And not even the fact that Hope’s Peak didn’t offer on-campus dorms for Reserve Course students. Nope. Not at all.
When the end of his first year was creeping closer and closer, he grew more desperate. He was working part time at a coffee shop then, but he wasn’t making nearly enough to keep up with the exorbitant fees of his college. He had hit rock bottom one night in bed, depressingly scrolling for jobs on his laptop that paid more than minimum wage before stumbling across a discussion page in which a woman became a porn star in order to pay off her student debt. This ignited curiosity in Hajime’s mind. Did porn really pay that well? He typed into his search engine, trying to scoop more information. “What is an ’OnlyFans?’’ Hajime muttered.
Hajime didn’t get any sleep that night.
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Nagito was very happy with his life, he had obtained many luxuries while attending Hope’s Peak University’s Main Course as the Ultimate Lucky Student. He made friends (or at least people who tolerated him and his worthlessness), He was attending the most prestigious university in the world, and he had a massive inheritance under his name. The one thing he didn’t have though, and the one thing he wanted most, was someone’s love.
After receiving his diagnoses his first year of college, Nagito had lost all of his hope. It was the worst luck he had received since the crash. He was ready to accept his death and had even planned his own funeral and made a will. He was ready to join his parents in eternal sleep. But when he outlived his expected lifespan by a week, he had brushed it off as a fluke. Then a month arrived, and that turned into six months. His neurologist, Yasuke Matsuda, The Ultimate Neurologist himself, was bewildered by this. He was a medical prodigy, all because his luck always prevented him from dying. Nevertheless, he lives every day of his life waiting for his illness to eventually take over. His luck can’t last forever, after all.
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“Whaaa? Whaddaya mean you’re a virgin? You’re 20 years old, Komaeda-kun!” Kazuichi slurred, slung over Nagito’s pristine couch. Fuyuhiko scoffed at how drunk he was, wordlessly taking a swig of his beer. On this particular night, Kazuichi had informed Nagito that he and Fuyuhiko would be stopping by later, and that he should buy some drinks for them. Of the three of them, Nagito had the most spacious, empty house. And he was single, which made it more viable for guys’ nights than Fuyuhiko’s, since he lived with Peko. That Kazuichi, always nudging Nagito to pay for them, knowing damn well Nagito will always smile, clasp his hands and meet him with a, “Ah, of course! Here, have my card!” Dont get him wrong, Fuyuhiko was plenty wealthy too, but he would never give it up to Kazuichi like that. That was just plain irresponsible.
Nagito chuckled in that carefree manner of his, taking a meager sip from his glass of water, “It’s quite pathetic of me, isn’t it? Don’t act so surprised, Souda-san, it’s only obvious no one would touch someone as worthless as me-!”
“Shaddup! You’re crazy and I’d personally never sleep with you even if I was single, I’ll give ya that, but you’re not ugly or anythin’! I bet you could land a guy if you went to a gay bar or club, no problem!” Kazuichi squabbled. He was such a chatterbox when he was drunk. And loud. Louder than he already usually was. Nagito looked down at his own hands, feeling the familiar stir of hope in his gut listening to Kazuichi. “Kaz, you know he’d die in a setting like that,” Fuyuhiko laughed, “Don’t go setting him up for failure just cause that’s where you managed to nail two fuckin’ people at once.”
“Hey, just so ya know, They approached me! I just must be in high demand.” Kazuichi preened. Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes.
“Where could I find a lover?” Nagito spoke up, grabbing the attention of the two other men sat in his spacious living room. “Umm, go outside and meet new people like a fuckin’ normal person…?” Fuyuhiko replied incredulously.
“Dude, if you’re that desperate for some action, why don’t you just hire an escort? You’re clearly rich enough to afford one!” Kazuichi giggled deliriously. Fuyuhiko smacked him hard on the shoulder. “Ow! Dude, what the hell??”
Nagito knew his good friend was just joking… But it’s not like he had anything left to lose at this point, did he?
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Once he said his goodbyes to his dear friends, Nagito pulled up his laptop. Of course, he knew escorts didn’t actually want to date you, but he certainly could learn a thing or two from them, right? They knew how to have sex, and if he hired one he’d essentially have control over how he lost his virginity. He would make sure to pay them ten times the amount they charged for having to have sex with a worthless specimen like him. He always expected that he’d need to have sex with an untalented nobody, as that was majority of the population, including him. They likely found him just as disgusting, though. After all, he would never dare think of having relations with an Ultimate, and he would never, ever, ever dare think of having relations with a self-important Reserve Course student. Yuck. He viewed sex work as honest work, even if it were strictly a field for untalented people. He deemed it an occupation necessary for the world to function, such as garbagemen and teachers. Though, those comparisons were a bit silly, werent they? Nagito smiled, unsure where to start as he clicked on his search engine. He decided to start simple, typing in the words, “escorts near me”. This wasn’t illegal, was it? Oh well. He scrolled through, eyeing the sketchy websites and decided to try again. He wouldn’t want to get scammed after all… The keys clicked and clacked underneath Nagito’s fingers, “Sex work platforms”. There we go. Hmmm… “What is an ‘OnlyFans?’” Nagito muttered, clicking on the site.
Nagito didn’t get any sleep that night.