❀ ραρεя ғℓσωεяs ❀ || Nagisa ⊗ Reader
He held you tightly in his arms. You knew why, though you truly wish it was for another reason. But it didn't matter, you held him just as tight.
"Nagisa?" You whispered
"When I die, instead of bringing me roses or daisys to my grave...can you please make me paper flowers instead?" You heard him chuckle lightly to cover up his broken sob. Suddenly, you felt drops of something wet on top your head.
"Of course...whatever you'd like, (Y/N).."