archives

chapter 1

   a/n: hii!! i've never really wrote properly before and i wanted to give it a shot. I apologize if this story is messy! i'm writing it for fun (*^ω^)

Nagito's POV
      I've always loved being in my own state of mind, whether it be in my room scrolling through my phone or walking through the city by myself. Libraries are one of only places where I don't feel suffocated by my own thoughts, as well as galleries. Working in a museum never really appealed to me, so I settled for a part time position in the new york public library. Although honestly I don't really do much, I sort books, instruct people where to go and scan books out and then go home.

People never really were attracted to me as a person, mentally and physically. Most think of me as unapproachable or even "weird" in a sense. But I don't mind that, in fact it makes me feel more comforted.
This part time job is enough to support my college debit and dorm. Plus it's enjoyable, quiet and keeps me busy so what more could a guy want from the world? Well, one thing I've always wanted was to be in a serious relationship. We've all had flings with people we don't really like just to experiment, but when you're like me it's difficult to find people that want to be with you.

         I feel a gentle tap on my forearm and as I snap out of my thoughts, I catch a glance at a young high-school girl glancing at me.

     "Uhm excuse me, would you possibly know where I can find the text book section?" she asked in a shy but asserting voice.

     "They're in aisle D through F" I responded, glancing back down at the pile of books waiting to be sorted in my cart.

"Thank you very much" she replied as she got on her way.

             Such simple interactions like these never phase me, after a couple of weeks of adjusting to the environment and learning the layout of the library, questions like that never really spark up my anxiety. Even though I've only worked here for a month I feel as if this job is like a home.

I subconsciously reach to grab another book spine but only to realize that I've finished my section. 'I wonder how long I've been sorting these' I think as I make my way back to the main desk, where the old clock is.

My shifts usually end at 7pm, but I always stay an extra 20 minutes just to make sure that the library is cleared out. I look up at the old large clock in the center, 'shit, it's already 7:16 and i'm supposed to be out of here by 8'. As always, I find myself too engulfed in my part time job. I put my cart away behind the reception and grab my jacket I left in the rusty old closet. As I turn away from the closet, I see my coworker Lisa walking back.

"Hey Nagito, I'll close up after u finish your clearings, be quick alright?" she instructs as she takes out her phone and sits in the reception desk, the keys in her off-hand.

"Alright Lisa, I'll be back in 10". Clearing out never takes 10 minutes since people know their cues to leave however, I always like to walk around the aisles just to intake the environment.