Masked Hope (Nagito x Fem!Reader)

Twilight Facades (Daily Life Pt. 9)

". . .Huh?"

"You always refer to everyone as 'you Ultimates' or 'Ultimates like you'. . . Like we're somehow different from you." I looked down at the tray and maintained my smile. "Why do you insist on holding yourself at lower standard than everyone else?"

"Didn't I answer that question already?" He refocused on me. "I've come to terms with the fact that I'm a lowly, stupid, worthless human being. Compared to the rest of you, I'm equal to trash."

What happened to him. . .?

"So. . . are you really planning not to play the game?" He went on. "Do you think Monokuma will just let that slide?"

"W-Well. . ."

"You guys should confront it. . . After all, hope springs when you confront despair."

He makes a decent point. . . Running away from our problems isn't a solution. . .

"You're considering it, aren't you?" He voiced my thought. "You have been for a while now, right?"

". . .I don't want to be tricked by you anymore." I stood up and started walking to the door.

"Ah, hey Y/N?" He called. "Weren't you. . . planning to feed me?"

I stopped. "I never said I would. . ."

"Y/N. . ." His voice was tinted with a kind of guilt. A tone that said 'don't make me do it'.

I stayed silent as if to test his will.

"Feed me, please." He finally asked.

"Is that a request. . .?"

"Yes, it is." I could practically hear the smile on his face.

My body moved on its own, getting on my knees again and helping him to do the same. He gave me an almost grateful smile as if I were doing this of my own free will.

You can't say you were really gonna leave him, right?

I was going to.

Then you would've broken the third rule: Dolls are quiet, kind, gentle, and considerate. Knowingly leaving a friend to struggle isn't very kind, is it?

. . .

I held up a piece of toast to his mouth and he happily took a bite. It wasn't very long until the plate was empty and I was peeling off the seal of the milk bottle. I held it up to him as he gave me a legitimately grateful smile. There was no trace of false gratitude. . .Why is he like this?

"Hold still. . ." I instructed, tilting the bottle upwards against his lips.

After a few seconds, he lowered his head and caused some of the white liquid to spill down his chin. I placed the bottle back on the tray and picked up one of the napkins I'd brought.

". . .Sorry." He apologized as I pressed the material against his face. "I should've given you a sign of some kind. . . Now I've wasted some of it."

I sighed and grabbed the bottle again. "It's alright." Just don't make me do it again. . .

Once again, I tilted the bottle up against his lips and waited for him to finish it. The bottle was soon empty and I placed it back on the tray. I stared at the tray for a moment, trying to think if there was anything that I'd missed. Eventually, I sighed and picked it up, turning to the door.

"I assume that's everything?" I confirmed, not really caring for an answer.

"I appreciate your kindness Y/N. . ." He thanked me as I walked away. "Maybe I could have some of your cooking next time. . ."