My New Start (Nagisa X Male reader)

Chapter Two

Y/n's point of view:

As I got halfway through the classroom they finally notice me, looking up with shock. The look at me with a mixture of sadness and anger, but pride as well, wiping their tears away. 

'Hmm, he must be angry because I'm from the top class. Man, just how bad are those guys?' I wondered, but that thought was soon cut off as I saw the student's face in more detail. And it is mesmerising! Baby blue hair put into pigtails that looks soft to touch and an incredibly cute face lit up by their aqua-coloured eyes. However, they then looked up at me with a confused expression and I snapped out of my trance to focus on the task at hand.

Nagisa's point of view:

Welp, there goes my first day of school, hit on by every boy in my class and then bullied by every girl because of it. 'It's their faults for assuming' I thought to myself. I am in 'Class 5', the lowest class in the school. 

Not only this, but our teachers hate us and constantly say that we are never going to get anywhere. Then there are the guys from that 'Class 1' who threw my maths textbook on top of the lockers after being sure I'm too small to reach and stole my lunch after stating 'someone of my intellect doesn't deserve to eat' Also, I'm a boy (despite how the other males in my class may act towards me) just in case you didn't already click

I started crying after everyone else left to go home, still slumped down by my desk. 'How pathetic' I reflected. They are probably right, I have no meaningful future...

I then heard the classroom door close again. 'Strange?' I pondered until I looked up and saw another student standing before me. I recognised the special badge on his blazer coat, showing that he is in the top class. I mentally brace myself for any more insults, whilst resisting the urge to shout at him.

Nagisa: "What do you want?" I stated in a bitter tone, hoping he would just walk out and leave me be.

Y/n: "I noticed you were crying, so I came to check if you are okay" He replied in a rather soothing voice. Though I couldn't hear any bad intent in his voice, I still don't trust him.

Nagisa: "I'm fine, please leave me be" I say, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible. A normal student from his class would never try to have a normal conversation with me. He must be faking it.

Y/n: "Okay then, sorry to bother you" He apologises before his eye catches something else, my maths textbook slightly sticking out from the top of the lockers. He calmly walks past me, picking it up and... placing it on the front desk before walking out? So he wasn't joking?

A few minutes later, I then walk out of the classroom and head home.

Y/n's point of view:

As I left the student alone, I wondered, 'he was quite cold towards me' However I cant really blame him after witnessing first-hand the antics the rest of my class get up to when it comes to the others. 'Well, at least they stopped crying' I thought to myself before walking home.

After getting changed, then getting my homework done, followed by some studying further ahead, I ended the day after making myself a lasagne and eating it before going to bed. 'Tomorrow is another day... in a very boring school' I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

Nagisa's point of view:

Once I got home, I decided to have a couple hours of rest before getting my homework done for the next day. 'Thank God I live by myself' I thought. I used to live with my mom until I was able to rent a small apartment. Lets just say that before, things weren't the best. However, most of what she said- sorry, screamed at me, proved true as I'm still getting told I'm worthless and just a burden on this world. The only difference is that I'm getting it from classmates and teachers, and that I'm not getting screamed at this time.

The thoughts continue past getting changed and even after eating supper. I keep fighting them. A couple of people from my past have tried to convince me to start cutting, saying that it will make me feel better but that's not happening. I'm mostly just scared of the prospect of slicing my skin with something sharp. It makes me shudder just thinking about it.

My thoughts then wandered to the boy who found me crying, and also brought my textbook down from the lockers. I wouldn't have been able to get this homework done if he didn't. I then remembered: I was quite mean to the guy, just because I assumed he was going to pick on me since he was from the top class. I assumed... even though I hate when people do that to me. 'I'll apologise to him tomorrow' I thought to myself, while walking to my room.

I then got into bed, ready for the next day to hit me. 'Tomorrow is another day... in a dark and depressing school' I thought. Soon, I doze off to sleep.