Nagisa x Reader(no longer under editing)

Moving In

I laughed. "Nice look," I said, referring to his flower crown.

He took it off and straightened out his ruffled short brown hair. He laughed as well, and stuck it back on. "Yeah maybe it'll be a new trend," he jokingly said, sitting back down in his chair.

"Anyway, in all seriousness that cell phone is for contacting the school. It wouldn't hurt if you happened to put some friends's numbers into it, but keep in mind what it's for. That alarm clock, you can use for waking up on time, what time for your janitorial...things and such," he explained.

I nodded. "Of course sir. So five o'clock tomorrow?" I asked, a making sure I knew what time to make myself a home, in the..basement.

He nodded his head. "So is everything settled then?" he asked me.

"One more thing. Can I make the school lunch? Pretty please?" I asked, putting my hands together in a pleading way.

He seemed a bit taken aback by my question. "(Y/n), what do you mean?" he asked me.

"Well, it's just, I used to cook...I used to cook for my mom and my sister, Mao. But now, I uh, haven't really had that chance. But I do love to cook and bake and such. Also, that would be one more chef for the school, completely nonprofit. That couldn't hurt, right? So I'm asking if I could, maybe if you would like, for me to be a cook for the school. It wouldn't take away from my school work and my cleaning, I promise. If it does then you can make me stop," I explained to him, kind of ranting, but still. I would actually be thrilled to be a chef for all of my fellow high schoolers.

He seemed to understand my request. "If you can do it without it taking time away from your studies, then please, be my guest. But it wouldn't really feel moral if I added that without something in return," he insisted in all seriousness.

"Really sir, it would honestly be my pleasure. And think about what you're doing for me. You're providing a home for me, and letting me use these supplies, a few little jobs like cleaning up the school and cooking for the students is almost nothing, it couldn't hurt in the slightest," I reassured him. As nice and adult like as it is to care, this would be fun for me, so if he told me I couldn't do it he would basically be dead to me.

He sighed in defeat. "Go ahead then, starting tomorrow. Now, you're excused, I have some phone calls and paper work to do," he dismissed me with a wave of his hand towards the door and a buh-bye.

I smiled. "Thank you sir," I said, standing up and taking my leave.

As I walked out of his office, I started walking down the hall back to my class. I smiled to myself.

Now I can have a home here. Maybe it can be fun, who knows? It's a new experience and as much as I wish mom and sissy could be here with me, I still have to push forward. If I didn't, that would kind of be like letting them down, yeah? So it would be better if I could push through. Cutting won't take away problems, but still. In saying that, I'll keep strong for my family, because they've done so much for me. They've always said I was too kind, but I was influenced by them.
     Okay. Now, think things over rationally. The situation you agreed to, how is it dangerous? Is this dangerous?
     Yes, I thought. This is so dangerous-I just had my family slaughtered and I just randomly agreed to live in this principal's house? Think. Think. Would he do that to me? It's not like I know the answer to that. Murderers don't reveal their intents to any old person.
     I'm going to give it a shot. I've lost so much, maybe my own life is a sacrifice to make if I want to try to start a new one.

Taking a few turns and all, I entered my classroom. Most people, I noticed, were already gone and going home. I did see however, that Nagisa was here, packing up his stuff. That was a bit surprising, thinking he would have already left or something. Doesn't he go to a swim club?