NAGISA SHIOTA X READER
Nagisa Shiota x exchange student fem reader
(italics are in English)
Crushing the paper cup in your hand and throwing it in the bin after slurping up as much of the remnants of the drink as you could, getting it in the bin without looking. score.
You calmly made your way down the road, on the pavement (sidewalk), towards your new school, Kunugigaoka Junior High School. You were transferred here because your parents got a better job offer in Japan, both of them. so they couldn't pass it up. Since this was one of the best schools in Japan, they enrolled you straight away.
See, shockingly, you were a straight-A student with impeccable grades and intelligence compared to the students in the UK. You were disappointingly a massive anime fan, so you picked up the language as a sort of hobby. Turns out it came into use.
Living in Japan was scary, as you moved during the summer holidays, and this was about to be your first day of school.
Walking through the gates already earned you a few dozen glances, as nobody has seen a British exchange student before. They bet you'll fall behind or even date the number 1 in the school.
Walking straight to the principal's office to learn what class you're in was so..."thrilling". People were staring at you like you were an exotic zoo animal. creeps.
knocking and politely entering the room of the headmaster, standing in front of his desk. It was a pleasant surprise when he spoke to you in fluent English, almost charmingly fluent.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss _____. I apologise, but not all students are completely fluent in English, so you will have to resort to Japanese. My apologies." His voice seemed fake...why?
"It's no problem, sir. I'm fluent in Japanese myself, so it will cause no language barrier at all. I believe I took a written exam during the summer that will put me in a group or class?" You said with a bow, making sure to be nothing but respectful.
The man chuckled, but it seemed somewhat sinister. Like he was either plotting or he wanted to make life difficult for you, maybe even hellish.
"We as a collective of not only the student council but also the school board agree you are of high intellect. someone who could achieve the highest mark in the school with a simple flick of the wrist. So we see no point in having you taught by teachers who know less than you. We've been told by your previous schools that you were a quick and adept learner."
The man arose from his chair, beginning to pace around the room. This slowly made you come to a realisation: he was not going to put you in the highest class. However, it will be a class that teaches something other than basic educational skills. Your parents wouldn't be pleased if you weren't with the best of the best, and it would hurt you to disappoint. So here is where your bargaining skills are introduced...
"Sir, my priority is to become a doctor. I wouldn't need any other academics other than the ones I have currently. This is so I can apply to my preferred university."
"These are also life skills, Miss _____. cooking, stamina, and in-depth and slow explanations. This will be more beneficial to you, and the council have all agreed on that. So we have collectively decided to put you in class 3-E."
The silence in the room was deafening. Your thoughts swirled like a hurricane as you tried to think of any logical reason why you were put in the lowest set in the school.
Your hands were clenched, your breathing was short and staggered as your eyes were shaking, and all you could think was, "Fuck this guy."
Suddenly your tight grasp on your manners and respect was slipping out of your hands! Ooh! Nope, no, no! Oop! Slide whistle noise – there it goes.
It was like a fuse had just snapped inside you mentally, and your body language changed, becoming more angry and sluggish, and your expression changed from a goody two-shoes to a delinquent bully's look.
"Mate, I don' know who you're fuckin with 'ere but I swear down, if you don't uno reverse this shit right now and get me in at least the second set, I will jump you."
His eyes only widened slightly at the large tone and personality shift you had, but his expression remained the same overall.
"The class 3-E has the special task of killing their teacher. a creature that will destroy the world by the end of the year if he still lives. That is why you have been moved. Your life in the United Kingdom has prepared you for fighting; therefore, you can earn money from this. in your terms, £15 million pounds."
Your ears perked up at the money. and your anger faded, you could make your dad a little more lenient with that in your back pocket....
As you backed off but still plotted this arsehole's demise, you snatched the timetable and location out of his hand with a grumble, accepting your fate. You just won't tell your parents.
This leads to you now panting as you walk up this godforsaken hill, as steep as balls and shrouded in trees. You weren't trying to get any tick bites on your first day, so yeah, no walking through the tall grass.
You made it to the top and rested yourself against the pillar for a second to catch your breath, as you finally fucking made it. Damn, you need to do more cardio because you normally just get winded from walking down your stairs. This...THIS was actually going to make you faint.
You looked up at the wooden building and grimaced. So this is the class full of delinquents, and ahhhh, the lovely E-class. How amazing. This is what the principal told you about it, looking like a camp in the middle of the damn woods. and what Nagisa was in.
To you, there were no negatives about going straight to E-class. money, your childhood friend, and kind of your crush. Yeah, this year is going to be a right fucking treat.
Walking into the building and waiting behind your classroom door, waiting for your name to be called by the teacher, you have English first, and the teacher was, uhhhh, called... Mm, Miss Jelavić? Hehehe, sounds like a bitch.
You heard a snarky voice on the other side of the door saying, "Miss bitch, can you wrap it up?" from someone who seems like they have an attitude problem. not calming your worries about them being a group of delinquents and people who don't try at all in school.
"UGH, MY NAME ISN'T BITCH! We have a transfer student from the United Kingdom, so you little brats better be nice! I want to keep her for gossip!" a female voice full of confidence and childishness.
You heard the same voice shout 'come in', and your hand hovered over the handle, questioning if you should just book it, but you sucked up your pair of balls for Nagisa...
Taking a quiet deep breath, you calmly slid open the door and walked in. To your surprise, everyone was well dressed, minus a handful, and they didn't seem to all be delinquents; some looked like normal high school students...huh.
"Good morning, thank you for accepting me into your class, and please take care of me in the future." You did a polite bow and looked at the teacher after your little intro with a polite voice.
"Anything else?" The same cocky woman asked with attitude. Okay, so it's not the students with the problem; it's the teachers.
"No. Now sod off." 'You said with a bit of a snap at her, "You were not going to be pushed around here."' They're all dumber than you anyway. Sorry, Nagi, but we know it's true...
You felt bad for insulting your crush, but you were going to make damn sure that you wouldn't be taking any shit from anyone this year. or at least until you killed the alien. No biggie.
The teacher gave you a glare as if she didn't really understand what you said, but she got the gist that it was rude.
"Sit in front of Nagisa, the boy with blue hair—" Before she could finish her description, you walked to the seat you knew you were given. You didn't need a description of your best friend.
(Maehara Hiroto was sitting in the back of the class if anyone was wondering.)
This made the teacher a bit quizzical, but you made damn well sure you didn't hint that you knew him otherwise. This put his mind at unease.
From his position, he was paranoid you forgot about him. Did you not remember what he looks like? Did you not WANT to remember him? Oh, his thoughts were burrowing into his soul with fear, his leg unnoticeably bouncing as he glanced from his work to you a few times.
The class basically did fuck all, making you pissed. At least you're a native speaker, so you don't need to listen to who you've now clocked is a whore.
You didn't even open your book to take notes; you knew it all. Once the class was over, the only thing you registered was that you ended up slamming your forehead into the desk at the halfway point, falling asleep but still half awake. so real.
To be honest, you were being stared at the whole lesson; you were worried your bra was showing through your shirt or you had an extremely obvious flyaway hair resembling a unicorn.
You received a tap to the shoulder from behind you, raising your hopes only for it to be this blonde girl with a smile that looked like it outshone stars, speaking to you in English.
Oh fuck, it was orgasmic to hear it coming out of her mouth. It was legible too, so that was another boner – I mean bonus.
"Hey, you're the new kid, right? What's your name? I know they normally use first names in the UK, so what should the class call you?"
Lifting your head up from your desk lazily, you gave a dry response of, "Address me like how you address everyone else. last name so _____/(your last name)." The taut smile on your face gave away that you were really not looking to make friends.
"Oh, look at this, Miss Hotshot thinks she's too good to make friends!" that same snarky voice that called Miss Jelavić 'Miss Bitch'. I mean, he's not wrong.
"wrong. I already have a friend." You replied with the same level of snark while glaring at him, your smile ever-changing, and the blue-haired boy's mouth twitched upwards for a second.
So you didn't forget.
"Yeah, but giving Nakamura a harsh reply to a question doesn't make you buddy buddy. You're not going to do well here with that attitude. "You weren't even paying attention, you slob." He retorted with a sadistic smile, finding pleasure in insulting you and winding you up.
"Are you fucking dumb? It's because I'm English, you twat." Insulting him in English felt nice, to say the least. But he growled and stole the blonde away from you because that's who he thought was your support right now.
You huffed and sat yourself back in your chair with a humph. You heard this angelic-like giggle from behind you, making you let out a soft smile just before said angelic voice let out a comment.
"I thought you forgot about me for a sec!" More giggles left the blue-haired boy's throat as you turned yourself around in your chair and rested your arms on the backrest. "How could I? "You're my best friend, Nagi!"
You heard a few chairs scrape against the ground and a handful of pens drop out of people's hands. Silence followed as you and Nagisa smiled at each other in silence.
'God, she looks so pretty when she smiles...' was all that echoed in the boy's head.
You heard the remaining people in the class say something along the lines of, ahem...
"WHHHAAAAT?"
"NAGISA KNOWS THAT HOTTIE?!"
"NAGISA HAS FRIENDS?"
"BUT SHE'S HOT. HOW ARE THEY FRIENDS?!"
Mm, how lovely. What a supportive class. Your smile dropped slightly as you quietly started to indulge in a conversation with Nagisa, as he was paranoid about his classmates himself.
"I know it's been a while, Nagi, but will your mum let me come over?" You ask innocently as you perk up your mood while talking to him.
"Y-yeah, I can ask for you! Let me do that now!" He pulled out his phone and started texting his mother, who was ecstatic about you coming to her house because he believed, as you were best friends, you could make Nagisa more girly. Little did she know you've both done some slutty things in his room before, like holding hands and leaning on each other while watching a movie. Ugh, so impure.
As the obvious reply from his mother was a 'yes', you responded by telling your dad you were going to be home late, as you were meeting up with a childhood friend. He was completely okay with it, thank god.
The class was trying to dig information out of the poor boy when you left him alone for a few minutes while two of the guys tried to hit on you. You gave them a cold stare and told them to fuck off, leaving them in shock.
The end of the day came around, and people were still gawking at the fact you two were all smiles and even walking together when you left, walking side by side, even going in the same direction! There was a certain little octopus trying to follow along, but every now and again you discreetly shot at him, sometimes blowing a tentacle or two off.
He welcomed you into his home and sighed in relief when he noticed his mother wasn't home, leading you to his room while he put on a movie on his laptop. You felt eyes on you, so before you even got near the boy, you walked up to the window, letting out a calm and dreamy sigh as you took in the view out of his room.
Bingo. You spotted something yellow. glaring in its direction suddenly and sharply as you snapped back out and quickly pulled the curtains shut, sticking your tongue out in a rude manner at the stalker.
When you turned around with an exasperated sigh, you saw Nagisa leaning against the door that was now, for some reason, locked. A smile with quizzical eyes graced his pretty face as his arms were behind his back, the laptop illuminating the room, casting a shadow on both of your faces; only the side of your faces could be seen by the other.
You burst into a fit of giggles as he started to chuckle, knowing either his mother or Kuro-sensei was going to try to peep as much as they could when his mum got home, that is.
You jumped onto his bed, making his laptop bounce a bit as he calmly walked next to you. Sitting gently on his mattress, he adjusted himself and undid his blazer, letting himself be more relaxed. You undid your bow and propped yourself up against his wall.
The one day you shouldn't have worn a skirt, thank god you've got shorts on.
Nagisa takes out his pigtails and shakes his hair up a bit to loosen it from the shape it was stuck in all day. All you did was drift your eyes away from the laptop to his stunning hair. He noticed and pretended awkwardly that he saw nothing.
"So are we going to pretend we DIDN'T kiss before my flight back to the UK?" Your voice rang out in the room, making Nagisa freeze completely where he sat, his face turning a shade of pink you only see on his face when he's either caught doing something or when he fucks up in front of you.
He cleared his throat as he couldn't keep eye contact with you; you were also a bit red, pulling your knees closer to your chest.
"I- I just- it's- I don't- I don't want to ruin what we have... I kind of sort of, you know, smashed into you; you couldn't do anything." His voice came out stuttering. excuses after excuses.
Letting your legs fall over the side of the bed, you scooted up and leaned towards him, slowly becoming more annoyed at his avoidance.
"Nagisa Shiota. Do you solemnly swear to say the truth and only the truth?" You held out a pinkie, trying to lighten up the mood as the boy tried to hide his smile at the stupidity.
"Yes, your honour." He interlocked his pinkie with yours, and you smiled warmly at him, then the question popped out of your mouth.
"Do you like me more than a friend?" You let your hands fall to the side of both of you, still intertwined; however, you hustled your way out of the pinkie lock and laced your fingers with his instead. His face darkened a different shade of red.
"Listen—!"
You cut this bitch off so fast. "AH! "Nothing but the truth!" you said, trying to push down your grin, failing miserably.
Silence filled the room as Nagisa just looked you in your eyes, contemplating, adoring, calculating, overthinking, and desperate for something.
You tilted your head in confusion at the silence; however, you didn't notice the hand on the other side that you weren't holding entangle itself into the back of your hair, pulling your face closer to his. Your blush darkened as his eyes flickered from your own to your lips, then almost asked – no, begged – to kiss you.
All you did was lean forward slightly, and his lips were smashed onto yours. You pulled your hand out of his, holding the side of his face as he used that now free hand to hold you by the waist, almost dipping you as he kissed you. It was a sweet, long kiss that made the both of you seem like you were going to cry.
Flipping the both of you around, Nagisa rested you against his bed frame as he dipped you backwards, the kiss still being innocent yet full of desperation, lips moving in sync as you acclimatised to the affection, your own hand cupping his cheek, your hands that were interlocked from your pinkie swear still clasped together, getting tighter in fact.
Although neither of you wanted the kiss to end, Nagisa slightly straightened his back, softly pulling his lips away from yours, both of your eyes fluttering open, just looking at each other in shock.
"So that just happened..." he murmured as his face darkened into a scarlet red. Your lips were quivering; you were still trying to decide if you should be shocked, happy or confused. You pressed your lips together as you started to grin, biting back a laugh.
"So that was our second one. "This time I'm not on a time limit, so we can talk about it!" You unlaced your hands and grabbed him by his collar, turning him around and pushing him onto his bed, you flopping down next to him closely, wrapping an arm around him. His hand instinctively went to your head and stroked your hair.
"I suppose that was evidence of your claim in the court?" was then the next sentence you uttered, only to receive silence from the both of you, you pressing your lips into a thin line, trying not to giggle; however, all restraint burst like a dam as the boy let out a snort and his body shook.
You both burst into a fit of hysterical laughter at the stupidity of his confession; you managed to calm yourself down first as you gazed at him softly. You wanted to slap yourself for being such a sap; however, your grip on his hand tightened even more.
"I like you too, Nagisa..." Your thumb stroked his hand as his laughing stopped abruptly, his face akin to a cherry, red all over, and the confidence of a scared porcupine.
