Pennies (Nagito Komaeda x Fem! Reader)

Pick it up

"Me? Different?" I chuckled, taking a sip of my drink. "I couldn't be more average, Komaeda-San. I'm your run-of-the-mill high school student who constantly worries about school. My existence is completely and utterly boring, as I live in a constant routine of the same boring mess. I am anything but different."
"I beg to differ," he sighed, his gaze shifting towards the lightly falling snow outside of the window.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, (y/n)-san, I too was caught up into a routine of pure nothingness. I even began to wonder if a life like this was even worth living. But then, on a walk, I spot a penny on the ground. Having only seen a penny on a trip to America, I was obviously shocked. And then, I bumped into this girl who also happened to express interest in a stupid little coin," He shifted his gaze back at me. "Isn't that something?"
"I don't think so," I sighed gloomily. "Especially if you consider that girl being me."
"You're one of the only friends I've even made, (y/n)-san," he remarked. We'd only met that, so I could hardly consider him to be a friend, let alone an acquaintance. Yet, he seemed to really care about that word.
"I'm nothing unique, Komaeda-San. I'm as average as the falling snow in winter," I breathed.
"But isn't the snow unique?!" He exclaimed to me, pressing his pointed finger against the glass.
"It's never exactly the same amount, never exactly the same type. While many may believe that it's nothing special, the few people who don't are amazed by it."
"...I don't see what you mean," I replied solemnly. As the words escaped my mouth, the snow outside began to increase, until the grey sky was crying out millions of snowflakes. A look of shock spread across my face as Komaeda let out a sudden giggle.
"Let's get going for now, (y/n)-san,"  he chimed, grey eyes full of delight.  We gathered up our things and left the cozy and warm café to brave the menacing weather before us.
"I can't walk you home, as I have some... errands to run. But, can you give me your number?" He asked, pulling out a cellphone from his pocket. After we exchanged numbers and said our farewells, I embarked on my brief journey home.
"What took you so long?" My mother  scolded, eyeing my snow covered body up and down as she let out a sigh of disgust.
"I- uh, ran into someone from school. And we ate together at the coffee shop downtown," I lied. My mother bought it, but still reprimanded me for not even going as far as to text her.
"At least you're home, (y/n)-san. It's supposed to snow a lot tonight. We might even lose power," she explained.
"Are you serious? I didn't know."
"Anyways, you should probably go finish studying. I love you," she replied, pulling me into a brief hug. As I shut the door to my room, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I couldn't help but wonder if this was the break from my routine I longed for.
Are you ok? This is Komaeda, fyi.
A stupid grin spreading across my face, I eagerly type out a reply.
What do you mean, "ok"?
Haha, nice. So this is the right number. Want to meet up at the park around seven tomorrow?
I pause for a second, assuring that I didn't have anything going on.
Sounds good to me.