Masked Hope (Nagito x Fem!Reader)

Prologue : White Sand

Y/N POV:

My name is Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Doll. I woke up to the bright sun blinding my eyes, making me close them tighter and try to fall back into the sleep I just came out of. As I grew more and more conscious I could start feeling the soft warm surface I was lying on: sand. Wait a second. . . why would I be sleeping on sand!? I frantically thought.

". . . Hey. . ." I heard a voice. "Can you hear me?"

I shot my eyes open and sat up in a panic, once again being blinded by the sun. I put my dominant hand over my face, shielding my eyes from the bright light.

". . . Are you okay?" I heard the soft low voice say. I slowly lowered my hand, giving my eyes time to adjust to the light. His silhouette gradually became more defined. I began to see his fluffy white hair and light grey-ish green eyes glinting with concern.

"W—Where. . . What happened?" I questioned innocently.

". . . You seem pretty out of it," He answered. "To be honest, I'm also. . . No, everyone else feels the same too. Since we suddenly. . . got put in this strange situation."

Strange situation? I thought. That's right, the rabbit. I began to recall the series of events leading up to now. I remembered. . . a door? Yes, it was a classroom door and I needed to go inside. Wait, I stopped my thought. I *needed* to go inside? No, there was no *need* to do anything. I just had to hurry, right? I put the thought aside and continued to remember. I went inside the classroom and saw. . . people? No, be more specific. Students. 16, I think. . . but I can't remember their faces, only silhouettes.

What happened next? I guided my thoughts through the events. After I went inside. . . I talked with some of them. I don't think I introduced myself at all. . . how rude of me. Then the rabbit appeared, what was her name? I'll come back to that. She said a few words and then. . . The walls fell apart. That's right. The walls of the classroom just. . . collapsed. Just like a house of cards. There was panic and confusion. The rabbit started rambling on about something. . . that's when I passed out.

"Hey. . . Are you listening?" The boy asked. How rude of me. . . I must've just spaced out while he was talking. . . I noticed he had extended his hand down to me. You don't know him. It could be a trap, I warned myself.

I took his hand, using my body weight to pull him down and twist his arm behind his back while his face went straight into the sand.

"Who are you and where the hell am I. . .?" I demanded. He stayed silent for a moment so I twisted his arm more, hearing him wince in pain.

"Nagito! What happened!?" I heard another boy yell. I looked toward the source of the sound. It had come from a brunette with lime green eyes and fair skin running over to us.

"Come any closer and I'll break his arm." I warned coldly. "Now where the hell am I?"

He stopped running and raised his hands in concern. "Look, we don't know where we are. . . I just woke up a few minutes ago, same as you." He explained. "My name is Hajime Hinata, I won't hurt you."

"And him?" I gestured to the boy he had called 'Nagito', still face-deep in the sand.

"He's a little weird, but I promise he means well," He assured, taking a few steps closer. I tightened my grip on the boy's arm, signalling for him to stop.

I pulled on the white-haired boy's arm, just enough to lift his face out of the sand. "Is he telling the truth?"

"About what?" He asked.

"That you're in the same situation as me." I answered.

"That's right. Hajime passed out earlier, just like you did. He woke up a few minutes ago and while he was over there calming his nerves, I came over here to you." He explained in a strained voice.

"Oh my!" I released his arm in realization. "I'm terribly sorry! Here, let me help you up." I immediately extended my hand and helped him out of the sand. I could feel my cheeks getting hot with embarrassment.

"May I approach?" I heard the brunette call out.

"Yes, of course. Hajime, was it?" I clarified.

"You got it." He confirmed, closing the distance and standing next to the white-haired boy. I hadn't realized how tall he was. . .

"I'm very sorry for my hostile reaction. . . It's a force of habit in my line of work." I apologized. "Ah! I almost forgot to introduce myself! Ahem. . . My name is Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Doll. It's a pleasure to make your accquantince."

"...Doll?" Hajime questioned.

"Well, yes... It's a little embarrassing, but I've also been called the Ultimate Beauty or Model. They told me 'Doll' just makes it easier to understand." I explained.

That isn't the whole truth. Be quiet...

"Oh yeah, I should probably introduce myself as well. I'm Nagito Komaeda. Nice to meet you. Along with my introduction, I guess I'll also tell you about my talent." The white-haired boy explained. "Well, even if I tell you, in my case, it's a pretty disappointing talent. . ."

"Nonsense! All things in this world have meaning, even if we don't recognize it right away," I encouraged. "I'm sure the same goes for your talent!"

Nagito looked a little stunned by what I'd said. "Well, in short, I'm lucky. It's not a joke or anything. . . That's my actual talent. I'm the Ultimate Lucky Student. . . At least, that's what I'm called anyway."

"Do you script this stuff?" Hajime joked. "This is exactly what he said to me, word for word."

"I guess it's just a habit." Nagito laughed nervously.

"What about you, Hajime?" I asked. "I-I don't mean to be rude of course! I'm just curious is all. . ."

"No, that's fine! It's just. . ." He trailed off. "I kinda don't remember my talent. . ."

"Oh! Oh, that's alright. It's probably just the shock of an unfamiliar environment. I'm sure you'll remember eventually!" I insisted.

"Yeah, maybe." He agreed. "Ah, that reminds me. Nagito, have you met with everyone else?"

Nagito looked to be zoning out before being called on. Once he was addressed, he lifted his head and answered, "We all exchanged introductions while you two were out, I suppose you haven't met them."

"Well, it's only polite if we go find them and speak with them, seeing as we're probably stuck here," I suggested, placing my hands on my (f/c) skirt.

"That sounds like a good plan," Nagito agreed. "As long as we're expected to live on this island, we should learn as much as we can about it and the people we're living with."

Hajime and I both agreed with the pale boy as we began to leave the beach and explore this exotic island we appeared to be trapped on.