Masked Hope (Nagito x Fem!Reader)

Information (Daily Life Pt. 11)

I pushed my way through the entrance doors and made my way to the banquet hall. It wasn't until I reached the double doors that I actually realized what I was doing.

The last time was. . . just unsettling. But he said he wanted to try my cooking so. . .

I sighed and pushed the doors open with my back. Once again, I saw the pale boy near the back of the room, lying on his side. As I walked closer, I noticed a kind of relief in his eyes. One that felt familiar to me. . .

"You're back," He smiled as I put the plates down. "I wasn't sure if you'd actually return. . ."

"Well, we can't let you starve here." I sighed. "I made some onigiri and egg rolls."

He stared at the plate in front of him before noticing the other. "Why. . . did you bring two plates?"

"Oh, I originally gave mine to Akane," I answered, helping him to his knees. "Everyone needs breakfast, right?"

His eyes widened at my answer. "Surely you aren't meaning to. . . have breakfast with me?"

"Why else would I bring a second plate?" I asked rhetorically.

I picked up a pair of chopsticks I had brought and used them to pick up an egg roll. I turned back to him and brought the food to his mouth, watching him chew and swallow before asking how it was.

"It's delicious." He smiled. "I expected nothing less of an Ultimate such as yourself."

I couldn't help but feel a light blush warm my cheeks. Avoiding his eyes, I picked up another egg roll and held it up to him, which he ate happily. As I went to get another, I was reminded of my own plate. I shifted on my knees and picked up one of the onigiris from my plate. He was right. . . These aren't half bad.

I felt myself smile at the thought.

"Did you not believe me?" He gave a small laugh. "Ah, that reminds me. . . Did you play the game yet?"

I inhaled sharply, making myself choke on the bits of rice.

"Ah. . .! Y/N, are you alright!?" He asked, panicked. I held up my hand and took a minute to catch my breath.

I took one last breath before raising my head and answering his question. "Yes, I did."

He blinked before realizing I was serious. ". . . So you know the motive?" I nodded. "What is it?"

Should I really be telling him any of this?

It's not like he can act on anything. He's tied up here.

I guess you're right. . .

"It was mainly targeted at Fuyuhiko. . ." I started. "The game told the story of how his little sister's murder was covered up by five high school girls. The game later credits them as Mahiru, Hiyoko, Mikan, Ibuki. . . and Sato."

"Sato?" He cocked his head in confusion.

"I'm not sure who she is-" I stopped at my error. "Who she was."

"Something happened to her?"

"At the end of the game, though not explicitly shown, it was implied that Fuyuhiko killed her out of revenge after learning that she was the one responsible for his sister's death. . ."

"And since the other girls helped cover it up, you think they could be targets?" He confirmed.

I nodded, remembering the uneasiness I felt the night before. "I'm mainly worried about Mahiru. . ."

"Why her in particular?"

"The game showed her tearing up photos of the crime scene, which would've proven that her and the others were the first to find the body. . ." I explained. "Sato dumped the photos for her, leading Fuyuhiko to discover the truth."