Nagisa x Reader(no longer under editing)

Today, I woke up anticipating the day. Too bad it was short lived.

I don't know the time, but the sun was just rising. I thought I was in my bed for a second before I realized that I was laying on the cold, hard grass covered in the morning dew. Sunlight from the trees spilled onto my face, which I guess means that it's somewhere around six o'clock, which was good because school didn't start until seven forty-five.

I remember that my family had just died, and my world had crashed around it. I wouldn't ever see them again.
     And thus, my morning began with tears. My legs wobbled as I tried to stand up.

In all truth, I wanted and needed to go to school, even if finding the strength would be hard. I need to pass high school with flying colors, I owe it to Mao and mom. For all they've done for me. I really need to pass school for Mao because she would never get to go through high school, her life was cut short. Mom was only forty. They both had their lives cut short. Everything they lived for and were going to see, gone.

Mao had actually said that she...she had wanted to be a mother to two little children, preferably a boy and a girl. Mao had also wanted to be a voice actor for a show. I had always thought she would make a wonderful voice actor.

Mom had wanted to take us all on a cruise, through Alaska. Mom had always had a thing for arctic climates, and actually that's what her job centered around. Everyday when she went to work, she would edit nonfiction and they were mostly about arctic areas and animals and such. But she never corrected people all of the time, so she was likeable. Mom had written some nonfiction stories herself. They were in the journals she had, but I have as now of...since she died as I know.

Despite being in this situation, I still changed my clothes reluctantly. Since I didn't want to use up all of the clothes I had before I washed them. I got changed into the school uniform. I wasn't too fond of this outfit at all, especially the skirt.

I sifted through my tote bag and I found a short tie. It was (f/c) with diamond shapes on them, and they were a glittery golden color. It least this can be the creative part that I wanted for my outfit.

I noticed that I still had the necklace Nagisa gave me around my neck. I gripped it for a minute. I have to have someone I can count on, right? Could I count on Nagisa? The boy who I had never felt to close to, could he be the one I needed right now? I don't think that he would want to be around me really. I was always untrusting of him, as well. It was pitiful. I was never close to anyone but my mom and Mao. Then again, I had never thought that I needed to be close to anyone else.

I had finished getting dressed in the school uniform. Slipping on my shoes, I walked and grabbed my back pack.

You know, I actually know a way to get from here to the Iwatobi high school. Not the open road way, more like a back way.

Before I started walking, I realized that on the walk I can read. I had brought along a few books of my own, but right now I was fairly interested in my mother's journals. So, I brought one along on the walk with me and I started to read while quietly slipping through the tall, leafy trees of this area.
     You know...dealing with this is hard. I just have to block it out. Just block out emotions, just keep moving.

Taking the back road was always refreshing, seeing all of the nature. But today, I wanted to bury my nose in the journal and just read the journal entries. In this journal, I actually had encountered some poems my mom had written. I had never taken her as the poetic type, but I suppose any body could if they put their mind to it.

Reading the poem and walking at the same time, I still looked up a few times a minute to make sure I wasn't going to bump into anything or anyone.

Walking on the path, guess what happens?

I fricking bump into someone.

I was kind of knocked over. "I-I'm sorry sir," I stuttered in a depressed voice, because, well, I was reading my dead mother's journal...

When I looked up I saw the bright face of Nagisa Hazuki and two other boys, from the swim team. Haru and Makoto. But doesn't Nagisa ride a train to get here? Maybe he slept over.

"Sir? What are talking about it's me! Nagisa," Nagisa said, helping me up.

I didn't exactly take his hand, but I didn't push it away from me rudely. "I didn't know who you were at the time, it's not like I saw you," I responded quietly, picking my mother's journal up from the ground.

Nagisa laughed. "Haru, Mako, remember (y/n)? She was that girl who swam with us the other day and got us into that splash fight!" Nagisa explained to the two.

I started to look at him. "It was all your fault Nagisa," I stated, crossing my arms irritably.

Makoto laughed, and Haru was quiet as ever. Nagisa turned away from his buds to look at me. He then started to look at my neck.

"Aw yay! That's the necklace I gave you for your birthday, you kept it!" he said, and gave me a hug as he nuzzles our faces together.

Makoto laughed. "Isn't it early to be acting like lovebirds?" he laughed, referring to Nagisa and I.

I don't know why, but my emotions weren't really responding right now. "Just friends," I tried to respond kindly.

Nagisa laughed as well. "I think we're just friends," he backed me up. Hardly.

"I'm going to class," I mumbled.

Nagisa looked at me, perplexed. I took a step away from the boys, sighing just a little. "I-it's just that I feel super chilly! Uh, burr!" I faked, "now I think I'll be on my way bye!" I finished hurriedly, running away from the trio.

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It was the last class of the day. Surprisingly, Nagisa didn't talk to me at all during the day, and he always seemed a bit lost in thought. Meh.
     Yes, I did think of Mom a bit too much today. But I can handle it. Just don't think about it.

I was in the middle of finishing up my work my teacher had assigned me, when I heard the intercom call my name. What could they want with me?

As my teacher dismissed me, I stopped writing and I walked out of class, taking a few turns or so to get to the principal's office. It was kind of weird how he had called me directly to his office, I really hope I'm not in trouble.

I knocked on his door. "Hello, come in," I heard his voice say as I quietly stepped into his office. "Take a seat, we need to talk (y/n)," he said, gesturing towards one of the two black chairs that was across from his desk.

Oh no, what if he found out about the roof thing? Technically, in the school handbook it didn't say students weren't allowed there.

I sat down as he began to speak. The words made me freeze up.

"I know your house has burned down. So tell me, who are you living with?"

((Sorry for the short chapter, I wanted a cliffhanger ))