The Outcast (Yandere!Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

The Perfect World: Part 2

(Just gonna say it in advance, but a question regarding one of the twists in this chapter gets answered at the end so please save all variations of "WHAT THE FUCK" for the end)

Of all the events you'd attend before graduating high school, you never thought a funeral for one of your friends would be one of them.

The picture of Mikan's reluctant smile was the only smile in the room as you all paid respects and said your last goodbyes to her. Even Hiyoko was crying. You could hear her saying that it was her fault for sending Mikan home that fateful night between her sobs and hiccups as Mahiru attempted to comfort her.

They said it was an accident. A fight had broken out and she got caught in the crossfire. But there was a noticeable amount of doubt in the class. Nevertheless, when you saw a vase of flowers on her desk the next day, it was an understatement to say that the mood was completely different from two days ago.

At lunch, you sat alone, blankly staring ahead. You didn't even bother to touch your food. You were only snapped back to reality when you received a hug from Ibuki.

"Mikan wouldn't want anyone to be sad! So Ibuki won't let (Name) be sad!" Ibuki said as she was unknowingly on the verge of popping your lungs like balloons. You awkwardly laughed and hugged her back. Even in the most somber of times, it was hard to be pessimistic when Ibuki was around.

Later that evening, you were in your room texting Ibuki. Usually it was a chatroom for four but Chiaki said she had a family emergency and Mikan was... you know.

'Ibuki was thinking of doing a concert to cheer everyone up!'

'That would just make them feel worse.'

'AAAH! SO CRUEL!'

'I'm sorry, but I like my ears better when they aren't bleeding.'

"(Name)! Your father and I are going to visit your aunt! Do you want to come?" You heard your mother ask from downstairs.

"I'm good!" You yelled back. After that, your focus shifted back to your conversation with Ibuki.

'(Name)... there's someone lurking around outside Ibuki's house...'

'Why are you texting me!? Call the police!'

'THEY WON'T PICK UP!'

'Okay, okay! I'm on my way! Just... I don't know, grab something to defend yourself with and make sure everything is locked until I get there!'

You shut your phone off and shoved it into your pocket before heading out. You ran as fast as you could. You had no idea if whoever was supposedly lurking around Ibuki's house was actually dangerous but you had a gut feeling that their intentions weren't good.

Those feelings only strengthened when you saw her front door open.

"Ibuki...?" You cautiously stepped into the house. Nothing. No footsteps, no sound of Ibuki yelling your name, just complete and utter silence. Which, given the fact that this is Ibuki you were dealing with, freaked you out.

You walked up the stairs, and noticed her bedroom door slightly ajar. You swallowed a lump in your throat and opened it.

After that, you screamed.

You didn't go to the funeral. The imagery of Ibuki's corpse staring back at you as blood trailed out of the hole in her forehead left you too terrified to leave the house. In fact, for most of the day you were in your room in an almost catatonic state, tightly clutching your pillow to your chest. It was only when your phone alerted you that you had a message that you moved for a reason that wasn't getting food or going to the bathroom.