One Out of Two (A Nagito X Fem! Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 5

When I woke up, me and Chiaki played Fortnite and Minecraft all night. She tried to get me to tell her what happened earlier, but I didn't tell her. I also ended up getting curious, so I asked her if she knew about Hinata and Nagito being friends. "Oh, yeah. He actually knows all of our class. Did Komaeda-chan tell you?" she asked.

"Yeah. How close are they?" I asked.

"Pretty close. Maybe even more than me." she said.

"Okay... do you have his number? Hinata-chan's I mean." I wondered.

"Yeah, why."

"Well, maybe... just maybe... he could help with me with Nagito-kun and I..? Do you think he would?" I asked, a little nervous.

"Oh. I thought you wanted my help?" Chiaki asked.

"Well, I want a boys' point of view, but the other boys in our class aren't that close to Nagito-kun." I explained.

"Okay. I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you... I think. Probably. Maybe..." she said. That's reassuring. I thought.

Chiaki went ahead and asked Hinata if I could have his number. He said yes, so Chiaki gave it to me. As soon as I got it, I went ahead and texted him, telling him hi and sorry for being so sudden about all this. He said it was fine and asked why I wanted his number. Without being hesitant, I told him about Nagito and me, and how I knew that him and Nagito were friends, and that I wanted his help. He said that he'd help, but that I'd owe him.

I agreed and he told me a way that I could ask him to the dance. He said that with Nagito, I'd have to be straight-forward, because even though he can be smart, when it comes to romance, he's clueless. He said that I should just ask him as friends if I'm not planning on telling him about my feelings quite yet. I thanked him for his help and asked him what he wanted in return. Big surprise, it turns out that he likes Chiaki and wanted help on the same thing as me.

I told him just to be wary of what she says and find a way to ask her that way. He said that it wasn't all that helpful, but I just told him to wait and see how well it actually ends up working. Again, I stayed up late playing games with Chiaki, letting Hinata join in as well. We ended up playing Minecraft, but Hinata logged off earlier than we did. After a bit, I decided to go ahead and log off of Minecraft and get ready for school. It was always the same schedule, staying up late with Chiaki (and now Hinata as well) and getting ready for school, and then my mom driving me there. At school it's usually pretty normal, besides after school. That's when akward things usually happen with me and Nagito...

School today was pretty boring, like it usually is. We did math, science, ELA, social studies, a bit of art, which made me happy, and of course, RTI. I used to hate RTI at my old school, since all we did was a stupid website called Exact Path. It was so annoying. But at Hope's Peak, we just do whatever, as long as we don't have anything to work on. They even let us have our phones out!

But the thing I was mostly worried about was after school, where I had to somehow ask Nagito to the dance while being while being as direct as possible, which I have no idea how I'm gonna pull that off. But unfortunately, time can't be stopped, and it was time for me to ask Nagito about the dance.

"S-so, uh, are you going to the dance with someone?" I asked when me and Nagito left the classroom.

"The dance? No, I'm not going. Why should I ruin everyone's night with my presence?" Nagito explained.

Before I knew what was going on, my body moved on it's own. My hands were suddenly holding Nagito's and we were both staring into each others eyes. Whenever I looked at Nagito's face, I realized that he was blushing. Badly. But I just don't get it! Why does he keep blushing whenever I do these things? Suddenly, I started talking. "Listen, I understand. At least, I think. You absolutely love hope, as well as the Ultimates that bear that hope, right? But you, being the Ultimate Lucky Student, think you're talent is inferior compared to the others. Not only that, but you practically hate yourself. You call yourself a piece of trash at least 10 times a day, and because of this, not a lot of people go near you, am I right?" I said.