Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 25: Gentle Sway

"I...I don't get it, I don't..."

Y/N moved closer to him, placing a knee on his cot. The long sweater was a few inches above her kneecaps, just covering her vitals.

"Do you not understand?" She tilted her head. Her voice was just like he remembered it, smooth, deep, calming, like the carol of an ocean.

"Or do you not want to understand?"

"How can I? How can I force myself to swallow the truth? I spent five years of my life wishing I could die just so I could meet you someday...and apologise...I want to apologise..."

He got off the bed and pushed her to sit on it. Grabbing one of her feet like it was a royal's hand he kissed it feverishly, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Exactly what are you sorry for?" She folded her hands haughtily, staring down at him. That gaze was only too familiar, the gaze of superiority, the gaze of intimidation, he'd had people look at him that way all his life.

"Y/N...look, you have no idea... I've lived in ignorance of your survival for so long...they never told me...they never told me you didn't die..."

"Nobody ever told me either."
He looked up, saw that her stone-cold voice had changed, it was much softer, like the amnesiac version of her. Her eyes were not welled up like his were, they just looked like they had been through hell.

"Y/N..."

"Do you still love me?"

Nagito gulped. It was happening too quickly, far to quickly. He had still not even fully grasped the truth of holding her right foot in both his hands, the fact that she was still here and asking him questions. His core was racing like she would slip away any moment and he had less than a moment to have with her.

"Y-Yes!" He answered eagerly, crouching on his knees next to her.
"I've always loved you, and after you died I've been in love with your memory. Everything in my life has...since the past five years, been all about you...

"I haven't slept well since the past years, because I spent every waking minute thinking about you! I was on the brink of death...I was forcefully restored to life! I love... I love you even now, as you are, unconditionally!"

"Get up, Nagito."

A soft gasp escaped his lips; a warm blush crept across his cheeks with the realisation that she still remembered his name, maybe she had thought of him just as much too...?
He sprang up immediately, blissfully ignoring the instant sting in his head, the fact that more than a dozen people were searching for him at this moment, the time, everything.

She remained sitting on the bed. She stared straight ahead and it made him uncomfortable. Her head was level with his middle.
Then without warning, she spread her arms wide. And looked up at him.

He reunited with her body so hastily that he ended up knocking her back into the bed, her beautiful scent filling his head with a strawberry-sweet ecstasy.

"I love you, so much..."

Both of his hands, the real and the prosthetic hand grasped her cheeks.

"Why would you confess in abundance now..?"

"What?"
Nagito raised himself up on his elbows and looked at her.

"I asked you to admit it five years ago, so many times, but you-"

"Because... because I didn't even want to believe it myself! I never thought I was capable of falling in love with someone for no reason at all! Not for hope, not for Talent, not because of gratitude, I fell in love with your face, your heart, your voice...I thought that kind of love was superficial, so I..."