YOUR POV
"So basically-mmh that bracelet was underneath-mmh your bed all along?" Nakamura laughed between her bites. "Yes! I can't believe it, I felt like a real dummy not realizing it was there all these years." I said, munching on my onigiri.
I really enjoy having lunch with Nakamura since I first came in 3-E. I enjoy having lunch with the others, but Nakamura seem to have that sort of pervy, hilarious, fun aura that enlightens me a lot.
"You really are something Y/N-chan." I shrugged, smiling at her. "Hey guys, sorry to interrupt your conversation but Korosensei needs Y/N in the teacher's office right now..." Isogai informed, peeking his head through the window. I sighed, "I'll be there, thanks Isogai-kun." He gave me a thumbs up and left.
"I should go now, wanna join me inside or?" I offered. "I'm alright." She said, waving her hand. "I'll finish my lunch then i'll join you." I nodded and entered the campus. Maybe i'll try and kill him...wouldn't hurt right? I hid my knife right inside my sweater and opened the door.
I quickly pulled out my knife and hit the first strike. Damn it! I missed! Will you give me 1 second to do whatever I want without you moving Korosensei? "You're getting better at knife fighting Y/N-chan!" The yellow octupus complimented, dodging all my attacks.
"Arigato Korosensei! By the way, am I in trouble? Is that why you called me?" I asked, still trying to hit him. "Of course not! I called you here because we haven't had any career counseling yet." He said, raising one of his...tentacle's finger?
"Eh?!" I stopped abruptly. "Career counseling?" He nodded, "Correct. The other minna-san have done it except for you because you're new." Gesturing me to take a seat. "First thing first, which high school do you want to attend?" He continued.
Which high school do I want to attend? Since my family's not going to go back to Y/Country for the next 3 years, i'd probably stay here.
"I'd probably stay in Kunugigaoka until high school, Korosensei. Even though you'd hopefully be dead by then, this school would always remind me of 3-E memories." I grinned. Korosensei seemed to be amused with my answer, his face turned red as in "excellent".
"Great answer, now what about your future career?" I can't really think of one right now though...But i've been wondering, is wanting to become Nagisa's future wife a career?
"Nagisa-kun's future wife?"
"Huh?" Wait did I actually say that out loud? "N-no, you misheard it Sensei!" I shook my head and waved my hand. I looked away and quickly placed both hands on my face, cupping it; it's heating up!
"Huh, maybe I did nurufufufu..." He grinned mischievously. "For my future career, I don't really know if I could think of one just yet." I answered, changing the subject. Now that's smart Y/N, let's just hope he didn't listen to what I said about future wife.
TIMESKIP
"Y/N! Wait!" Nagisa called out my name, running towards my direction. He kissed my cheek as he finally approached me. "I heard you got called to the teacher's office, what happened?"
"Nothing special, we just had those career counseling that's all." I replied. He nodded and held my hand, walking down the mountain together. I glanced at him and realized that he was blushing. Uh-oh. "U-um Nagisa?" Nagisa mumbled a, "hm?" Facing me.
"I don't mean to have negative thoughts towards you but...is there any chance that you accidentally overheard me and Korosensei's conversation?" He quickly averted his head and scratched the back of his neck. "No...I-I didn't."
His ears are red...is he blushing so hard right now?! "Huh, maybe my senses are wrong. Sorry Nagi!" I pat his back. "Yeah, it's...alright."
Nagisa's POV
I can't help it but blush, it's insane. I totally overheard their conversation.

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[NOT CONTINUED] Once Upon A Blue - A Nagisa Shiota x Reader fanfiction
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