Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 11: Mother Dearest

"Any burns anywhere? An wounds, or injuries-"

"No. Other than this, we're fine." Nagisa gestured at his arm; which had been burnt slightly while protecting his green haired friend.

"Great. Glad no one's seriously hurt. It's awful to have such bad luck happen to us just after Mister Kamakura started staying with us..."

"But not to worry! The Monokumas and the masked children will get the place repaired as good as new!"

"But what doesn't sit right with me is..." Monaca tilted her head and looked straight at me. "How did the kitchen just catch fire? The curtains are a long way from the stove. Who noticed the fire first?"

"It was me." The Servant said, even before I had an opportunity to make up the story.
"I saw that the curtains were inexplicably on fire and I rushed to get Y/N and call the rest of you out of the house."

I stared at the Servant in incredulity, didn't he know he could lose all trust from the Warriors of Hope if they suspected he was the one who started the fire?

"I told you to stop being such a clumsy imbecile, didn't I?!" Kotoko shrieked angrily. "All of my cute dresses must've been burnt to cinders!"

"N-No, that's not going to happen." I said. "The fire didn't reach the second floor. The only places that got damaged are the kitchen and the dining hall."

The fire must've not reached the dungeons either, which meant Byakuya had probably not even noticed it. I pressed a hand to my bosom to make sure the carefully stolen key was still there.

Nagisa commanded a few kids who got to work immediately. By afternoon the fallen beams and splinters of scorched furniture were cleared completely and they were in the process of renovating the kitchen.

I walked back to my room and decided it was best to keep the key with me at all times. I had just set foot when the Servant ran forward and embraced me. His good arm wrapped tightly my waist as if I would be ripped apart any moment.

"Mister-?"

"You're not hurt right?" He whispered feverishly, running his hand all over my shoulders and arms and the back of my head.
"I told you to get out of the house...why did you go upstairs..."

"The children and Kamakura could have been hurt-"

"I don't care. You...for you to get involved in a horrific incident like this...I-"

"Why did you take the blame for me?"

"That's only befitting, isn't it?it's not like I could've let you say the truth. You would be punished, you would be slandered...you'd be..." His voice broke.

"-hurt." He finished.

"Get in the bathtub. The hem of your skirt is burnt and your skin is embedded with cinders. Let me clean you."

"You're good at this," I remarked as he scrubbed up and down my arm, getting off the dirt. "Have you given any one else baths before?"

"Yeah, of course I have." He said, lathering up my hair with thick foamy shampoo. "Before you came, I gave the children baths. Most kids hate to bathe but I couldn't have them stinking up the place."

"I think you'd make a good dad," I said without thinking. "Your intentions are far away from caring for children but you're still doing your best for the little while you're here, right?"

"I could say the same for you. You're not going to be here with me for much longer but you're still being so kind to someone who's so replaceable in your life, hm?"