"ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕀𝕟 ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕟" Danganronpa Scenarios + oneshots

Insecurities • Nagito Komeada

Insecure! Nagito Komeada x Insecure! Reader💔☁️

Words: 573

Warning: Will include acts of suicide and blood, But it does turn out wholesome in the end

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I'm ugly!

Drip

He doesn't truly like me

Drip

I'm such a burden

Drip

You had 3 fresh new cuts along your skin, and three drops of blood in your bathroom sink.

Drip

Make that four.

You were very beautiful, but you didn't believe it, you thought everyone was trying to make you feel better so you wouldn't kill yourself.

You stayed in your cottage all day during this stupid killing game.

Drip

Make that five

Nagito was your really really really close friend, and even all of the survivors think you are friends with benefits due to the sounds they heard last night.

Nope! That was just Nidai and Akane after they got into Teruteru's sexy soup that was apparently hidden after his death.

"Y/N!" Nagito sang, opening your cottage door, thank the Lord you had your bathroom door closed.

"Y- Yeah?" You asked rummaging through your cupboard for any bandages or anything to cover your blood stained arm.

"Akane found some apples! I know you like them!"

You washed the sink, but the blood stayed in the same spot for too long, now there was pink spots here and there from the blood.

"Shit. Er, I mean, cool! Put them on my bed!" You cleaned off your arm and put some band-aids on the cuts, big band-aids may I add. You closed up your pocket knife, after cleaning it of course and splashed your face with cold water. You pulled down your hoodie sleeve to hide the band-aids and you pretended to brush your hair.

"Y/N~" He sang. "Why are you in the bathroom?"

"Uh- Uh- Brushing my hair Nagito!" You opened your door and held your brush in your hand.

Drip

Oh shit,

You only but bandages on four of the cuts.

You immediately grabbed a towel and wiped the blood of of your bathroom floor.

"Y/N, what happened?"

"Uh uh- nothing! I fell earlier and-" Your sleeve was pulled up, and Nagito frowned.

"This is not hopeful!" He pouted and cleaned the wound with some rubbing alcohol. After he did that he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed. "Why'd you do it?" His pale fingers ran through your H/C locks. His grey eyes looked sad, nothing you've ever seen from him ever.

"I just, because, because- It feels like I'm not a good friend to you Nagito" You huffed. He started to laugh. "Why are you laughing! This isn't funny Nagito! This is serious!"

"I'm sorry, what? Look at me Y/N. Skinny, colorless, paler than a sheet of paper, and look at yourself! You- You- I'm sorry, but if you can't get it through your head, I'm gonna have to do this" His fingers trailed up your neck and gripped your jaw. His body pushed forward onto you, making you fall underneath him on your bed. His lips finally met yours.

His lips weren't the best, but they were the best to you. His lips were chapped and torn. His skin wasn't smooth, it was dry and cracking. And his hair, it seemed like it hasn't been brushed for years.

I guess we can suffer through insecurities

Together..