Makoto had witnessed Nagisa being bullied before, had tried to stand up for his friend when he had caught wind of it. Even with his size there was only so much he could do. So, when he saw Nagisa with blood spread across his shirt and running down his face the brunette couldn't say he was shocked. Worried out of his mind would have been a better way of phrasing it. "Nagisa! Are you okay? What happened?"
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Nagisa was often faced with bullies when he was alone, but ever since the last brutal assaults when Makoto was around the boy had been on edge. He started taking note of how fictional characters fought to defend themselves, save their lives in the result of an attack. He even took observations on how the assailant attacked, and thought maybe if he fought fire with fire â the bullies would stop.Â
Even with that determination, Nagisa knew that his height and build were a disadvantage for the most part, but he also learned how to use it as an advantage. He could quickly slip past people, and sneak stabs with pens, scissors, anything with a sharp edge that could potentially hurt and wouldnât get him expelled for having it on his person.Â
He was sure he blanked out midway through fending himself off of three bullies. The same three bullies that basically beat him and Makoto mercilessly. After a while, he came back, hearing distant voices of âWhatâs gotten into that little dude all of a sudden?â, âYeah, he used to just take it!â, âNow, heâs crazy!âÂ
Nagisa stared down at the ground, finding bloodied scissors on the ground, carefully he picked them up and dumped them in the trashcan next to the bench he decided to take a seat on.Â
The blood he felt on him was growing cold, and sticking to his skin. There was no way he could go to school like this without being questioned. Wrapping his arms around his chest, he rose his head at his name being called.Â
"Makotoâ" he greeted, staring into green orbs. It took him a few minutes to register what Makoto was going on about, before slowly nodding. "Ye-Yeah, Yeah, Iâm fine."Â
Nagisa tried to force a weak smile, though he was sure it looked maddening from Makotoâs standpoint as blood was inked all over his face. âNothing. I was justâŠ.defending myself.âÂ