"He... your dad did this to you..?" Nagisa trails off, his eyes glossing as well. He stood up, running his fingers across your back gently, warmth calming you down.
You nod, putting back your blouse on. You sat back down, unable to get back your dignity again. You sigh, gazing as flocks of birds travel across the blue sky, disappearing beneath the horizon.
Nagisa sat down, a tad bit closer to you this time. He looked down to his fiddling fingers, clearly hesitant about something.
"Do you mind if you tell me a little more?" He shyly asks, quickly stealing a glance from you. "If you don't mind, I mean,"
"Sure, why not?" You reply, your lips tugging a small smile again. "About time someone knows how the ride's been for me,"
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My family consists of military men and women. It's always been a family tradition to become a representative for our country. My great grandparents, having to fight in wars, developed a violent attitude. Everything has to be done accordingly to Dad's standards, or else, you get smacked. After that you strip your top and endure the beatings you get from stingray whips. That's how it all went for our family.
My dad's a general. Of course, he follows the steps my grandparents had made - the cold, strict and violent path. He said that the key to disciplining a child was through beatings. I thought that it was inhumane of him to say that, but seeing our traditional disciplinary history, I knew I just had to stick with it.
He always dreamt of a family full of boys, instead he got the opposite one. Blamed our mom for it and left us for good. At least, that's what we thought.
When I turned ten, he called my mom, saying that he's taking me back to train. Says that I still have a family tradition to continue, but I didn't want to. I just wanted my own family to be who they wanna be, I don't wanna force them into being someone they're not meant to be. As a parent you should think about the future for them, but be aware of their feelings too.
Mom didn't have any choice but to surrender me to him. It was painful to her, losing her only child just like that to a monster.
A second late means a beating. Having too much fun means a beating. Bringing home friends means a beating. Showing too much emotions means a beating. Being a klutz means a beating. It was driving me crazy. There wasn't a day before where I don't cry myself to sleep. But now, there's not much point into doing so, given my planned and forced future.
When he heard that I got transferred to E-Class, that afternoon felt like forever. He beats the shit out of me until I could barely move my fingers. That beating was by far, the longest out of the rest. I felt numb, hell, I thought I was about to die. Could've been nice, though, ending my sufferings a tad earlier than what he'd expected.
Once he knew about the assassination scheme and the mind-blowing prize, he didn't waste a single second in training me before dawn and after school. Of course, his anger for not having a son led to training me brutally.
There were no water breaks. Not even time to catch my breath after learning stunts and parkour. He'd only stop when I couldn't move anymore.
Anger helps me power through trainings. It gives me a reason to perform well in class and trainings. Maybe someday I'll be able to kill him.
If I kill Kuro-Sensei, he'd be clearing his name and take credit for the vicory. No matter what I do, kill the teacher or not, everything will still be the same:
Violent and dark.
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"So yeah, now you know my tragic life story. Pretty neat, huh?" You smiled, your face heating up once you realized that Nagisa's face was nuzzled against your neck.
You wrapped your arms around him as well, silently raging as Nakamura appeared behind a bush, her camera capturing every juicy, adorable detail.
The blue-haired lad pulled away, sadness evident in his eyes. The tip of his nose turned into a light shade of pink, which you found ADORABLE.
"I'm sorry (Y/N)..." was all he can say. You smile, stroking his twin pigtails gently.
"Its okay," you mumbled, rubbing his back softly. "Shit happens, y'know? Just so happens I'm the unlucky child who gets to experience it."
Nagisa's gaze shot up to your face. You wiped off the tears pooling at the brim of his eye, getting up to your feet. You extended a hand down to the bluenette with a painfully optimistic grin on your face, pulling him up.
You glanced at the corner of your eye, letting out a sigh. "Delete that, will ya, Nakamura?"
"No, this is quality footage for a soon to be lemon fanfiction." She shrieked, far away from your tickling hands. You sigh, thinking it was pointless to do so. Nakamura was impossible.
You turn back to Nagisa, his face turning into the color of a ripe pomegranate. You chuckle, finding him so cute - yet he was one of the deadliest in the class, the one who has the highest capability to take out Koro-Sensei and bring peace to the world.
But, can he?
√ || nagisa • string of sympathy [1/2]
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