Notebook: Nagito Komaeda x Reader

04

I ran my fingers through my wet hair and relaxed under the warm water from the shower.

I was trying to get rid of all this pressure that stupid notebook caused me. I shivered at the thought of it, despite the scalding, hot shower water.

The steamy liquid ran over my goosebumps and I sighed.

I fell back asleep around 7 am and woke up around 12, like I normally do. I then asked my mom if I could take a shower and she complied, so here I am.

I never thought I'd avoid finally talking to something that could possibly be my crush, but of course I chickened out.

I wonder what they're thinking? They did say that they were happy because I replied, possibly unlike other people.

But that last time, I didn't reply. I feel so guilty for not responding, but I panicked. They can't exactly blame me for it, right? After all, they are magically communicating with me through a notebook.

What if we can't keep talking if we run out of room to write?? What if that actually is Nagito?! I can't risk finally talking to him, and then all of it be ruined because there wasn't enough room to write!!

I suddenly felt dizzy, probably from the hot water, and felt myself slowly falling. Luckily, the shower wall caught me. I leaned up against it and took a few deep breaths.

"Too hot...too...h-hot," I hoarsely whispered. I should be used to this temperature by now, I always have it this hot.

Nagito came into mind after awhile of leaning up against the wall.

What if he was in the shower with me? I'd honestly love that so much... We could wash each other.

I covered my face quickly after thinking that. Big mistake; I felt even dizzier, and I could see black spots in my vision. Not good.

I turned off the faucet and get out of the shower. Once I was wrapped up in my towel I decided to blow dry my hair. After that, I got dressed in my room.

I decided to watch some Pewdiepie, because why not, and got sidetracked by the notebook. I felt the need to respond... I really felt bad for not replying.

...

God, dang it. I hate myself so much. Might as well...

I got down on all fours and crawled under the bed as far as I could fit myself and glanced around for the notebook. It was right there taunting me, as always.

I grabbed it and scooted myself out from under my bed. I sighed and stared at it in my hands. I set the notebook down on my bed and grabbed a pencil. I flipped it open and read the conversation over. It wrote something else after I didn't reply.

"Of coarse u woudnt want 2 talk 2 me, I'm trash! :')"

Oh no, I feel even worse now. I guess I could always pretend it was Nagito again and let my inner fangirl take over... Yeah, why not? Yolo, as the cool kids say.

"Sorry, I had to do something lol."

I licked my lips and settled down in my bed, holding the notebook in my lap and my pencil in my writing hand...or whatever it's called.

The green writing slowly etched itself onto the paper.

"No, u were scared we coldnt talk anymore bc of their not being enouf room 2 write on"

WHATTHEEVENHECKOMG?!?! How did it know??? How?!?! Deep breaths, (y/n)...deep breaths.

... Are they stalking me? I jerked my head to my window, the curtains were closed. What if they watched me take a shower? OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.

Should I keep talking to them?? I have to know how they knew! I could practically hear my heart beating.

"How'd you know?"

Smooth.

"I just guessed, I relly am lucky, arent I? Hehe"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
I feel like screeching!!

So maybe it is Nagito? I hope so. I kinda snorted at my lame joke.

So, they aren't a stalker? Good. I was afraid they'd attack my family or something and it would be my fault.

...

I'm still hoping it is Nagito and, if it is, I guess you could call me lucky.