' 'ᴍʏ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀ~' ' "私の." Yandere! Nagito X Fem! Reader.

~greiving~

Tw: mentions of deep thought, and harassment

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~~~~Y/n pov

'Well that was one hell of a weird conversation.'  I look at my hands, I hadn't noticed how terribly I've been shaking. Teru Teru is dead and I couldn't have done anything about it. It's not like my talent could help, what would I do? Write a poem?... That sounds nice..

I sigh heavily and shakily as the tears start to come down.

I notice the lighting changed and look up and see.. Ughhh.. Not now.

"Ahahh... Hello, (y/n)...!" Komeada says just above a whisper, I'm surprised I could even hear him. He looks utterly horrible. Just to paint a picture if the situation I'm in, im still on the ground, crying and shaking, and nagito stands right in front of me, holding himself, his fingers are actually digging into his arms. His hair is a mess, some strands cover his face and eyes, giving him a deranged look, and to top it all of, his eyes. They look as if he's been to hell and back with udder despair and found something that gives him any sort of happiness. Oh wait-

"W-what do you want ko-komead-a" damnit. I can't even act strong. Father was rig-

"Haaahh... I just..." He hugs himself tighter.  His eyes swirl. Any despair and hope left in his eyes are left in an unending battle.

".. What?... Komeada you're creeping me ou- AH!" I'm cut off with the sudden slam of hands on either side of my head. Sometime while I was talking, he must have staggered closer to me, crawled on top of me, and put us in this very.... Uncomfortable position.

"G-get off!" I shout, kinda trying to get anyone's attention.

"Hahh.. (Y/n).." He breaths heavily and staggeringly into my neck, trailing his hands to my arms, then to my chin, holding my head up to look at him.
"Scum like me shouldn't even be near you but I can't..." he starts to move his face closer to mine..nononono! "I...can't help...it- umph!" He was suddenly kicked to the side by.. My savior! Thank you Akane! He seems to be knocked out.

"What the fuxk is his deal?!" Akane mutters. Everyone else quickly rushes over to my aid.

"Are you ok??" "He didn't touch you, did he?!" "Ugh! What a creep" it honestly breaks my heart to hear them talking about komeada like that. Yes, he was being a but of a creep, but..

"Move over!" Hajime greedily shoos my thoughts away as he kneels down in front of me. He gently grabs my cheek with his hand and in the absolutely sweetest voice ever asks me, "hey, you ok?"

"Is anyone ok?!" I whisper back. "We just watched Teru Teru... Die!" Tears form in my eyes again, distorting my vision. "Just because I happen to run into a bit of misfortune, doesn't mean everyone else should see forget about their own worries!" I shout that last part.

"(Y/n)..." Hajime pauses for a second. "You're right. But I think it's best if we go back to our cottages or something.." He offers me a hand that I take and stand up.

"Alright, lets g-" I quickly bury my face into his chest and just sob. I hate letting people see me cry. It shows how weak I am. Hajime had staggered back a bit in shock but eventually started petting my hair in a comforting way.

We stay like this for a about 15 minutes until I finally manage to call down. I finally back off from hajime and look at his shirt. "Oh god! Sorry hajime!" I'm guessing my face looks horrible, my eye liner and mascara left a huge visible blob spot right smack in the middle of his chest area on his shirt.