Chapter 5: If Looks Could Kill

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"That....is...some...bull..." Korosensei shot me a look. "Crap! I was gonna say crap!" I put my hands up in defense.

Let me take you back to how I got here. P.E just started and I was doing my very best to keep up. Better than I expected even, however I miscalculated was average is for this class. So compared to them, I did completely horrible. How in the world! Did I manage to not keep up, with NAGISA!?

Karasuma, I think was his name gave us a break and that's how I got here. I'm trying to talk through my many exhales and inhales.

I fell to the floor not able to stand anymore. "Hat the hell is in your bloodstream?! We literally just started school two days ago!"

"Uhh... Y/n I think your just not the physical type..." Nakurmura sweat dropped from the back.

"I DID FINE!" I yelled.

"I don't know, I'm not all that sporty either but I was able to keep up way more than you..."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better!?" I yelled at Kurahashi.

"And you!" I shot daggers at Nagisa.

"Huh? What?" He was back, the normal Nagisa.

"What do you mean, HUH!"

Nagisa is either dense or just plain dumb since he said, "i don't know what your talking about." While rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh buwhanujwefjew." I sat there, dumbfounded.

"I think you broke her." Kayano sweat dropped.

"What how!?"

"Nagisa, I apologized for all the times I called you inactive and a couch potato." I stared at a tree in the distance while on my knees.

"Uhm, it's fine I gu—WAIT WHEN DID YOU CALL ME A COUCH PATATO!?" He shouted.

"Oops, did I let that slip?" I grinned while getting up. "My bad." I covered my grinning mouth.

"Uh hafhafhagaganhbyyb..."

"Who wants responsibility?" Kayano asked looking around.

"Not it!" Everyone shouted in unison

"Gotchu." She continued while walking away.

Everyone did as well and left me grinning like a madman. "I win," I say and begin to join the others.

"Y/n." His cold tone rang through my ears. It was not the tone he used earlier. I stood frozen, my back to him.

"Yes," I said knowing but fearing what was about to come.

"We shouldn't act like we're friends." I heard him getting closer.

Something you should know about Nagisa Shiota is that he is a cinnamon roll, he's a baby, and the kindest person you'd ever get to meet. However, when you have a history with him....bad history—he's like a freezer burn, you won't feel it until it's too late. He can be your best friend and at the same time, your worst enemy.

"Why?" I laughed dryly. "It still haunts you?"

"No." He immediately replied. "You..." he paused his footing as well. "You haunt me."

"You still blame me?"

"I..." he took a deep breath.

"You what?" I again, laughed dryly. "Because the way I see it!" I began raising my voice before he cut me off.

"Don't." He pulled on my waist with his left arm and cupped my mouth with his right.

His head was only a bit above mine, but he was taller enough that he could put his head atop mine. Instead, though, his head was to the side of mine, he made eye contact with my eyes, but I kept looking forward. I felt his hard stare at me. It was deadly, no...it was dead.

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