Ndrv3 Oneshots(NO SMUT)

I DID IT! +New Chapter!

I finally found a username that actually sits with me. Wow. Okay, for that, I'm just gonna write a short paragraph or 2 about Nagisa. Why not? Update. It is no longer short. This chapter is gonna be a little long...

1. Despair AU, after he is 'killed', by the robot crushing him. Yeah, he's still alive. Jataro and Masaru were adopted by Byakuya and Makoto. Kotoko went off to be the adopted daughter of Komaru and Toko. Everything went good again, and it is about 7 years later(did someone break a mirror).

2. Nagisa is alone, no friends. He is in school, with different looks, and same personality, just less traumatized. Just kidding, he's even more traumatized! Remember when Monaca kissed him? Yeah, not the best time of his life..Getting major injuries due to a robot? Welp, that didn't give him an easier therapy session, now did it? Why does this sound so rude...?

3. This will probably be Nagisa x Jataro, or Nagisa x Masaru. I don't really know, but all I know is that a poly relationship doesn't fit too well with the plot. I'll hint at both ships, including some Monaca x Nagisa, despite it being toxic, because it'll never fully become a thing on this wattpad account. That one scene Nagisa and Monaca truly is traumatizing, though..

4. Our dear Nagisa has glasses, because that explosion from the robot kinda damaged his eyesight..

5. This takes place in the season of Autumn, so pretty leaves are falling!

6. TW:CUTTING, DREAMS, HALLUCINATIONS, CHARACTER DEATH, IMPLIED TORTURE. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE FOLLOWING, PLEASE DON'T READ!

7. Enjoy, and please heed the Trigger warning!

Nagisas' POV

Another day at Hope's Peak Academy. You would've thought that they'd never use the name of the academy that brought the world into despair, right? Wrong. The 6 survivors of the first killing game decided that the future ultimates didn't have to be restricted from something that happened years before, so they rebuilt it. The entire building. They didn't remake the Reserve Course, since that was what started the entire mess. Hypocrites, I know(they're hypocrites because they said the the future of the ultimates didn't deserve to be destroyed, but they took down the entire reserve course).

I was already in the uniform. I sighed, remembering the 'servant' from 7 years back, almost 8. Before he was given to us, he had the exact same uniform on. Now, I was the one wearing it. I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked presentable. I had blue hair, which was combed out instead of being shaped into cat ear-like wisps. I hadn't grown that much. I was only about 4'10. That meant that I still looked like a 12 year old. It reminded me too much of my time with the Warriors of Hope. I still missed them. No matter how bad they were, they were my only friends. It was better having fake friends like them than having no friends at all.

I looked at the clock. It was 6:48 a.m. I was meant to leave the house at 7:30, and make it to school before 7:55 so I can avoid the school bully. School starts at 8:30. I walked to the kitchen of my home. It was a 1 story home, with 5 rooms. One of the rooms was mine, and the other 4 were to remember the Warriors of Hope. My heart ached, not wanting to indulge myself so deep into a past that I would never have again. I half-heartedly poured some cereal into a bowl. Then, I took out some milk, and poured it into the same bowl. I put both the milk and cereal away. I sat down, and started eating. A ringer made me jump, and look for where the sound originated from. It was my alarm for 7:15 a.m. I quickly finished up my cereal, washed the bowl, grabbed my bag, and ran to the front door.

I checked my bag for all my things. Glasses case, check. Glasses clothed, check. Science and math textbooks, check. Multi-subject notebook, check. Pencil case, check. Bento and sakuramochi(Just to spite Hajime), check. Pepper spray, check. House keys, check. Water bottle, check. Independent reading book, check. I sighed gratefully, and checked off a few more things. Pocket knife in sweater pocket, check. Zipper on sweater pocket zipped up, check. Glasses, check. Phone, check. Portable charger, check. Watch, check. I picked up my now zipped up navy blue backpack, and walked out the door.