Risk (muichiro x reader)

Gasoline

                               No one's pov
Y/n and Nelson came home with the bottles and a assortment of paints. Y/n is nervous. Tonight is the night Nelson will burn his childhood home down.

"Do you actually have a plan that will work Nelson...?" The girl looks at her best friend anxiously as she waits to hear his grand scheme.

"Yes, I told you not to worry. If I tell you the plan it won't be as cool anymore" Nelson pats y/n on the head and sits down. "Did you bring in the gas can y/n?" 

"No, if I made the Molotovs in here the place will stink, and the cops will know if they come looking around." Nelson nods in agreement.

"I made them when you went to go pick up food from that shady place, the one with all the abandoned buildings, remember?" Nelson was wondering why y/n had was in the backseat when he got out.

He never saw any Molotov's though, but it's true that it would be suspicious if people saw that they had those in the car.

"You are going to do it tonight right?" Nelson nods his head almost unsure of this plan.

Nelson looks at his best friend and gives her a thumb up. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell you again. I will be here when you wake up, and the house will be gone." Nelson gives her a reassuring head pat before he grabs the car keys.

Nelson gives y/n one last smile before he leaves. Y/n lays in bed, trying to think of anything other then what Nelson is going to do.

Y/n takes in a deep breath, the thoughts are making her heart pound too fast to just sit still. She can't just lay in bed when this could possibly be the last time she sees her best friend, her only friend.

                                 Flashback
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No one's pov

It was lunch time, all the students ran to grab their bentos out of their backpacks. Today her teacher left early so all the students in her class were forced to the lunch rooms.

Y/n awkwardly grabbed her torn up, stained backpack, the same one she used since grade school, and walked into the hallways.

She was going to go onto the roof but it was raining. She had no choice but to sit with the rest of the school. Y/n made her way to the lunch room and sat at the emptiest table, hoping to avoid everyone.

Y/n was a first year and this year has been killing her. She never thought things would get this bad.

The thought of coming to school everyday gave her so much stomach pain that she would have to go to the nurse.

Y/n sighs as she opens her book to study, fidgeting with the pages. She could hear people behind her whispering.
"Is that the girl you were talking about." A boy with a raspy voice said.

"Yup that is her, she can't afford school food, or a bento. She must be starved so let's feed her." A overly cocky guy said.

Y/n has went through this before, it's why she doesn't usually go to lunch. "HERE COMES THE MAIN COURSE." 

Y/n knew what was going to happen. She manages to tuck all her papers away as a milk carton rushes to her head.