A/N I think they’d make a pretty good salty pair, don’t you think so too?
Tired of Your Shit Guys - Hinata + Kirigiri
Perhaps the most unexpected development that came from the New World Program was the camaraderie formed between Hinata and Kirigiri.
It was as much of a bond as a pair of people complaining about their unhelpful classmates, which basically summed up their relationship or friendship or whatever you call this. Point was that they were getting along well, surprisingly well in fact.
“You don’t know true suffering unless you’ve been in a class trial with Komaeda.” Hinata started with an exasperated sigh. “He tried to get us all killed. More than once!”
“But at least he provided the necessary clues when needed.” Kirigiri calmly refuted. “He’s… problematic but useful… unlike some people.”
“Well yeah, but he’s an ass to deal with.” He grunted. “And don’t get me started with the rest of the class. I swear they’re not even trying anymore sometimes.” His hands held tightly onto his head as he recalled, “When Owari kept bringing up Komaeda’s front tail, I swear I was this close to losing it.”
“Hmph, but there have been times that they offered valuable insights to which you consented, right?” Kirigiri questioned him.
“Yeah, I guess… sometimes.” He replied with a shrug.
“Our class is worse. Much worse.” Kirigiri boldly declared and although it was a humiliating fact, the way she said it made it sound like she was almost proud of it. “We never once agreed with each other. We were always out to disprove the false statements spouted.” She flipped her hair. “And by we, I mean just Naegi and I. We were the only reliable ones there. Everyone else just contributed to be objected upon.”
“Ouch. That’s harsh.” He commented.
“I’m only stating the truth.” She nonchalantly replied. “You don’t know true stupidity unless you’ve been in a class trial with Hagakure.”
“Oh, you mean that fortune-teller guy? But isn’t he a member of Future Foundation now?” Hinata pointed out and then rebutted, “I mean yeah, he looks pathetic but he’s harmless at most. Nowhere near as problematic as Komaeda.”
Kirigiri turned to him and deadpanned, “We had to convince Hagakure that I wasn’t dead.”
“While I was right there.” She cut him off, her tone flat and devoid of emotion. Gone were all the fucks she’d give. “In the class trial.”
“…” He stared at her dumbfounded. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out at first. He closed it and thought of what would be the most appropriate response to such stupidity. He gave up. “Alright, you got me there. That’s the dumbest shit I’ve heard.”
“I’m glad you agree.” She nodded in satisfaction. “Perhaps that was the most trying test of my patience.”
“I’d probably just punched him so he’d figure it out himself just how real and alive I am.” He suggested with a chuckle.
“He’d most likely think it was the work of aliens.” She calmly refuted.
“Aliens?” He stared at her in disbelief. “Seriously? Not even ghosts?”
She shrugged and explained, “He claims that he doesn’t believe in the supernatural.”
“But he believes in aliens.” He couldn’t believe what he was saying. “What the hell?”
“Welcome to my life.” She let out a tired sigh.
“I’m so sorry to hear that.” He gently patted her on the shoulder, sympathetic.
At the end of the day, they’d somehow find themselves with each other, ranting but also bonding.