You, however, liked to be alone. You already had enough scarring "middle school accidental lunch box tipping" experiences before. You liked to sit down outside the shed and be preoccupied with your thoughts. You closed your eyes, facing the blue sky. The breeze kissed your cheek gently, earning a small grin from you.
From here, you could hear the death curses everyone was throwing at each other in the room. It was always a riot, giving you another reason to keep your distance away from them during lunch breaks.
"Oh, (Y/N)," a voice spoke near you. Your eyes fluttered open, looking down to see the very boy you were spying on earlier.
You felt your ears heat up. "Hey, Nagisa," you smiled at the bluenette, his deep azure eyes locking with yours.
The boy sat next to you as another gush of soft breeze sent your hair fluttering alongside the wind's direction. He had closed his eyes as well, a small contented smile was evident on his face.
You chuckled softly. "I thought you'd like it too," you said, unable to hide the rosiness of your cheeks.
"It feels peaceful in here. No wonder you don't eat at the classroom," Nagisa stated, catching a small glimpse of madness inside through an open window.
Silence reigned between the two of you. You did want to get to know the guy a little bit better, especially about his hair and all, but you were afraid that it might be a sore subject for him.
"(Y/N)," Nagisa called, looking over to you. You grunted in response, too busy enjoying the gentle gust of wind passing by.
"How come you're so good in everything?" He asked, catching you off guard. You let out a chortle, accidentally choking on your own saliva.
You sighed, clearing your throat. You glanced at Nagisa again, looking back at the baby blue sky after, another smile appearing on your face.
"Hard work pays off. Besides, you're actually really good!" You gushed, clearly flattered by his words. "Just so happens my dad's in the military. No doubt he'd teach me a few tricks,"
Nagisa looked at you in awe. "I mean, you're really good in handling guns - especially snipers."
You chuckled. "Everyone has their own strengths,"
"It must be awesome... having a dad like who trains you to become capable of defending yourself," he mumbles, now looking down to his shoes.
You flinched at his words, your heart thumping wildly all of a sudden, it made your chest ache. You grit your teeth, clenching your fists tightly. It felt as if time has stopped, the only thing you can hear was your bloodlust, screaming in anger and pain - yearning for bloody revenge.
"You're wrong..." you reply, leaving him silent. You got up to your knees, slowly taking off your blouse. You let a tear roll down your cheek once you heard his horrified gasp.
There, your bare back exposed for his azure eyes to see, countless of red and brown slashes crosshatching your skin. You ran your hand across the sea of scars, the feeling of disgust growing unbearable by the second.
Hot, wet tears were streaming down your face. You felt ashamed with how horrid you looked, scarred and pained for life everytime you remember every beating your dad gave you. The memory of him beating the life out of you with his stingray whip pains your heart.
√ || nagisa • string of sympathy [1/2]
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