Nagisa x Reader(no longer under editing)

"Kaede, would you mind if I thought of you as a dad?" I asked him that day.
Right then, I was sitting in Kaede's office right then, spinning around and around in a spinny-chair as he walked up and down his office with a few hardback books on top of his head. What he was supposed to be doing was paperwork, but when I tried to talk him into it he just refused. Whatevs, he has some time to do it anyway.
It was lunch break, and I decided to check up on him. Kaede was almost asleep, kind of drooling on his paperwork. I woke him up and he had a pretty long break, but when I tried to get him to do it, after the break of course, he just wouldn't do any of it. But, I'll find some way to make him do it.
"A dad, eh? Well, where is this coming from?" he asked me, taking the books of of his head and setting them on his desk. I stopped spinning to talk to him clearly.
     "Oh, well, um, you know, it's just you take care of me, pay for most of my stuff and tell me a bunch of dad jokes. Doesn't that qualify as a dad?" I explained.
     "Have you ever had a dad?" he asked me.
     I paused at this.
     "No, actually..." I responded.
     He stood next to me and pulled up a chair so he could sit down. When he did, he looked me in the eye.
     "A dad isn't about pulling dad jokes, or paying for stuff. A dad is someone who loves a child as their own, usually the child is their own, but it's really just about the caring," he explained.
     Then he smiled at me. "So yeah, I could be your dad!" he told me, giving me a hug.
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     I was a bit frozen at this point. I hadn't actually expected him to agree with me, I thought of it as more of a long shot. I never had a dad before, so I didn't really know what a dad did. But a dad is just like a mom, or should be, in the way they love a child, I suppose.
     Kaede pulled back. "Hey, uh, that was the part where you hug me back," he said, a joking tone present in his voice.
     "Oh! Sorry!" I apologized.
     He laughed. "Don't worry about it," he told me dismissively.
     "Wait, so now that I'm your dad, that means we can talk about boys, I'll do your hair-oh do like any boys? Huh, huh? Maybe we could go shopping, and at your wedding I can walk you down the aisle—!"
     "Whoa, whoa, I thought it was all about the loving and caring," I told him. His eyes were sparkling, like he wanted to do that all of that junk.
     "Yeah, yeah but what about the boys, and the hair and the shopping and the wedding—"
     "I'm seventeen!" I laughed dismissively.
     "Still!" he protested.
I heard the bell go off for class.
     I stood up. "Hey Lisa!!" I called over to her in the next room.
     "Yeah?"
     "Make sure Kaede gets all of his paperwork done!" I answered her.
     "You're asking me to do the devil's work!" she called back.
     "Then it's a sure good thing I'm choosing you! Now, make sure you get him to do his papers!"
     "I'll try!" she laughed as I started moving. Kaede said a quick goodbye to me.
     I walked out the door and headed to class quickly, I can't waste time missing class. I need to keep my grades up, I owe it to everyone.
     As I arrived at my next class, I sat down at a desk in the far back as the teacher walked in a little later. She started talking about the subject as I took notes on a spare piece of note book paper I had.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-{time skip brought to you by the sick of your crap face}-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
     It was the end of the day, and since I didn't really want to head to swimming anyway, I just gathered my things and headed out, walking first to check up on Kaede who, thankfully, completed his paperwork a long time ago.
     I was walking down the roads and sidewalks and things to Haru's place, my home. A little while back, I had memorized the route from his house to the school. I remember when I was struggling just knowing who Haru was, and now here I am living with him! It can get hard to believe sometimes. My life truly was completely and totally changed now.
     I arrived at Haru's house and used a key to get in. Haru and the other boys were still at practice, so I was alone at this time. I walked through the house to my room and dropped down my backpack. For some reason, maybe plot convenience, I started feeling pretty tired. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.
***
     I woke up groggily to the sound of my alarm. I got up and turned it off and then set it up again, I always do that in the mornings so it'll be ready for the next day.
     Wait! Tomorrow is Saturday, silly me. I turned the alarm right back off again.
     I got dressed and went to see if Haru was awake, which he was and was just locked in the bathroom. It's strange though, Makoto didn't come by.
     Because of this, I had to be the one to get Haru out. I knocked on the door, received no answer, and headed in there anyway.
     "Haru! Come on, time for school!" I told him, bright and early and ready for the school day. I really wanted to see Kaede again for some reason, maybe it's the thrill of having a dad.
     He looked up at me from his bathtub. "There isn't any school today," he responded.
     "What do you mean?"
     "Today's a free day," he explained simply.
     "Oh well, uh, sorry to bother you, I'll go," I told him, walking out of the room.
     No school today, huh? Maybe I'll read some cooking things online. Some time ago, I had (dream profession) as what I wanted to do, but I've decided on cooking. So, I better catch up with the cooking trends and learn some tips and tricks for cooking.
     I walked to the computer Haru had and searched a certain website. Running back into my room to get a pad and pencil, I came back and started recording the important things.
     This continued for a few hours, and I'm glad that I found some good recipes.
**
     I got a phone call, on my personal cell. It was Kaede's number. "Hello, it's (y/n), what can I do for you?" I greeted. It doesn't matter if I know the person or not, I can still greet them formally.
     But when I listened, I heard uncontrollable sobbing.
     It sounded like,,..
     Lisa!
     "Lisa what's wrong?" I asked compassionately.
     "C-come to–...the hu! school! S-s-something important–hu!" I heard her cry.
     "Yeah, I will," I assured. I was worried, Lisa sounded horrible!
     I ran out the door and ran as fast as I could to the school.
     Turn.
     Keep running.
     Turn.
     Keep running.
     Eventually, I reached the front of the school, and a van was parked in front of it. I saw Lisa in the car as she rolled down her window. Her face was stained with mascara, her eyes were still dripping quite a few tears, and she was sniffling and hiccuping like crazy.
     "Get in the car!" she called.
     Urgently, I ran to the car and hopped into the seat. She took off driving almost as soon as I had got in.
     She was taking a route I didn't know, so I was a little nervous. But this was Lisa, for Pete's sakes!
     Eventually, we reached a house.
     And I saw something all too familiar.
     Authorities and other officials were hanging around the house.
     There was an ambulance.
     And the house was shitting burned down.
     Not this.
     Anything but this.
     Lisa and I ran out of the car to the scene.
     If you haven't guessed it, this is Kaede's house. You know how my house burned down and my family died? (Speaking of which, they didn't have a funeral). Well, anyway, that's this type of situation.
     I saw a stretcher come pit of the house. A body was on it.
     Lisa and I ran over to the stretcher, ignoring the others protests. This stretcher was rolling, and we made the paramedics(is that the official name?) stop.
     "Kaede..." Lisa cried in a soft whisper.
     "D-dad?" I asked. I don't why I asked. I knew he was dead.
     I started to feel tears fall. Many tears, streams of tears. They made the blanket that was covering part of his body wet. Of course I had some help from Lisa.
     "This isn't happening..this isn't happening.." I heard Lisa cry.
     I opened my mouth to say something, but the words burned in the back of my throat.
     "KAEDE!" she cried loudly, not caring who saw.
     "I loved you..so much," she whispered to him.
     I gently put a hand on her shoulder. It was all I could do. Kaede...I had lost my mom and my sister, and now him. He said he was my dad. I would've given anything to hear him blab on about guy stuff and weddings and shopping. I wanted to do those kinds of things with him, just not marry him, I mean talk about marriage and guys. Shopping...we were going to go shopping together...
     Kaede was my dad. Not my biological father, he was my dad in his heart and in mine. How did this..why did this have to happen?
     Why do the best people have to die?
     Why in a flower garden do we pick the prettiest flowers?
     Why do we cut the longest hair?
     Why do we eat all of the good snacks first?
     Why do the best things have to go?
     My mom and Mao were my whole world, and I still love them and I will forever. After they died, I found new comfort and Kaede was a huge part of it. Then, he treated me like a daughter, pulling dad jokes, talking to me and loving me. He let me live in the very school he works at, all because he loves me.
     I knew he loved Lisa, too. Not like the way he loves me, he loves Lisa like a soul mate. I can tell. From the way he acts. Of course, I never get to see it too much, but sometimes when I check on him I see him talking to Lisa. There was always a slight blush on his face whenever Lisa laughed at his jokes, or whenever Lisa brushed her short, blonde hair back. He loved her and me.
     I have no clue about his other family, but I know he was a part of mine. So why did this happen?
     I have the worst luck. All I do is care for people around me, I try to hold my own, I keep my grades up and I'm right on my goal weight. I like to clean and I do frequently, I'm always punctual, I like to smile, I have a dream profession and I intend to finish high school. What the hell did I ever do wrong to deserve this?
     Since when did mom or Mao or Kaede deserve this?
     The paramedics shook us off and carried him into the ambulance.
     Lisa and I were horrified as it took off, leaving us to sob in its dust.
     Lisa just looked down and grabbed my hand gently. She led me to the car, and we both got in. She decided to leave the authorities to do their job.
     I don't think I can recover from this.
     How can I recover from this?
     My life doesn't like me, at all. That must be it.