Nagisa x Reader(no longer under editing)

    Beautiful life. Perfect soul. Perfect world. Balance.

            The perfect girl in a perfect world.

      My name is (y/n). I have (hair color, hair length) hair and a stable shade of (eye color) for my eyes. A year ago, I had found out I had no other family in my family besides my mom and sister. I remember hearing my mom talking about it in her voice diary, which I wasn't actually supposed to hear but did anyway. This really got me, since my mom had raised me to believe everything is completely good. She had raised me in a perfect and beautiful environment, as she did my thirteen year old sister. I am now sixteen years old.

     For my whole life, I had been a straight A student, helpful, but I was shy and critical of my behavior and looks. I know not what real friends are.

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     I heard the bell of an alarm clock. Time to get up for school.

     I threw on a bra, a (fav color) tank top, a small white jacket, and a ruffled mini skirt over my (leg length) legs. I put my shiny, brushed (hair length) hair into (fav hairstyle). My white thigh socks were pulled up as high as they could go. My mom doesn't know this, but I have a black leather glove and a white glove on my hands. My mother expected me to only wear white ones, but I had...someone give the black leather one to me before. Before leaving, I put on a professional black and white striped long tie over my tank top.

     I went to go see if my younger sister was ready. I raced down stairs to her room on the lower floor, carrying my back pack.

     She was wearing yellow polka dot dress with a light pink bow tied in the middle, her hair in two adorable side ponytails held together by preppy blue bows, pure white washed gloves, white shoes with blue berries painted on the side, and rainbow colored thigh high socks. She was just putting on a small brown bow tie when I looked at her.

     "Greetings, (y/n) I hath been hoping a blissful awakening for my darling elder sister," she spoke to me formally.

     It was our little joke. We would sometimes speak incredibly formally, just for fun. We had come up with this fun game ever since she was nine.

     "I must return thy hope, for I hath awoken anticipating greeting thine Earth's beauteous dawn, and blissfully wonderful school day, young one," I answered, although the sun has of course risen already.

     We erupted into fits of giggles, our laughs echoing off the pale tan walls of my sister's small room.

     "Seriously, though Mao, we should get breakfast done before it's too late," I explained to my younger sister.

     She agreed and we dashed out of her room, down the hall, and into the dining room and kitchen area.

     She sat down at our breakfast bar which just faced the kitchen.

     The kitchen and dining area are completely separated by a wall(with a door, duh), and aside from the actual dark wood dining table, we had a counter and some booth-like stool chairs behind the counter. This was the breakfast bar/breakfast counter. On the other side of the wall was the all white kitchen. Aside from the oven, which was black. We had some white painted cabinets and a pantry.

     I opened up a cabinet under the oven and pulled out a pan. I pulled out some other kitchen supplies and asked my sister, "Omelets, yeah?"

     "Sure! Your cooking is the best, (y/n)!" she replied enthusiastically. Child-like, you know...because she's a child. I have such genuinely stupid and obvious thoughts I concern myself.