To Wait For You- Komaeda Nagito X Reader

Chapter 12; Even now

It had been two years, since that fateful day.

One day had changed two years and will do the same to decades to come, in his life.

"Nagito, you'll be late-"

"I'm leaving! Bye, Mom!''

He had rushed out of the house, running with a smile. Though it was small, it was there.

Almost two years ago, he opened his eyes, and had been instantly greeted by the sight of fussing parents, sounds of cries and incoherent questions of concern filled his ears. It was a foreign affection, but affection all the same.

Now, he lived his life like every normal high school student did.

And now, he lived his life with frequent thanks and thoughts, dedicated to her.

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Two years ago, a day when he walks home from school with friends, a day when he could open the door and be greeted with a 'welcome home' from smiling parents, a day when he could look back on life and accepted that it was actually okay to be happy, that he mattered to someone- Komaeda Nagito never once thought, or even dreamt that such a day existed.

Not for him, at least.

That was two years ago.

He smiled as he looked at the friends around him, speaking in a comfortable, casual and familiar manner to each other. Two years ago, before he met her and found something to exist for, the only place he had was by the side, staring emotionlessly at a circle of companions, friends, conversed joyfully.

But now, he was part of that circle.

While he had to admit he had enjoyed the life he had now way more in comparison to the one he used to lead, perhaps it was because he had been complacent in the seemingly never ending rise of happiness that frequented his life nowadays, that he was never able to indulge, at least not fully, in the warmth of the smiles of the people that surrounded him.

It felt like, although it was there, he was so far from the Sun, the warmth he received-

-It was never quite enough.

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The last things he could comprehend were a familiar tug, a pull, a screech of tires against the road, pushing, screams, an impact, pain-

And a girl.

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Two years, two months.

She pretended not to notice how cold his hands were compared to hers, how foreign their touch was, how forbidden it felt, as she looked at him longingly. To her, the way his hair framed his already attractive face in soft locks, to the way his larger hands were soft, yet masculine at the same time, and fitted into hers perfectly. She placed her cheek against his as she inhaled his scent. She swallowed the lump in her throat and willed her voice to refrain from shaking.

"It's day sixty-eight today." She started, with a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Actually, day seven hundred and ninety-eight, since I last saw you, since I last heard you. I never- I never thought that on the two-year mark of our separation, I would meet you again, only to land you into coma. I should have paid more attention. I'm sorry. You were cool, though! I'm actually glad, to know that you haven't disappeared. But, even if I didn't meet you sixty-eight days ago, no matter how much longer, I would have waited. I would have searched for you again."

"Hey... Did you know? I've been searching for you, and I waited for you, just like you told me to. And I did it for seven hundred and ninety-eight days. I could hear again, but I'm not sure it means as much to me as I thought it would... I always thought, that after I can hear again, I will be able to come a step closer to you. But, I don't see much reason behind this hearing, now that the only sound, the only voice, yours- Now that it had disappeared into the sea of other's, washed away to a place I can never reach. I really, really missed you."

"And unlike you, I'm not a person who's been very good at waiting. I never was. I never really had to wait for my parents, or to make friends, and since my father drives me back and forth, waiting for the bus daily wasn't an issue either. I never had to wait, which is...To be expected that I'm not the best at it, right? But if it's for you, I'll wait. As long as it takes, so please, wake up soon. Because-"

"I'll wait for you."

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Through the overcast clouds, the sun peeked out shyly, as though embarrassed to look down upon humankind again

For some unascertainable reasons, the weather on this particular date was none of those before. As a matter of fact, it was strangely pleasant and cool with a constant breeze. Usually the Sun would be the cruel mistress who'd beat down on her slaves – the people – in her own relentless way, or hide herself as a tyrant storm rose to power, having the slaves take the hit for her own selfish safety- but instead, today she was acting kindly and humble towards them. As soon as dawn descended, she rose in a magnificent pool of roseate and crimson and gold, spilling fingers of light all over the land and boasting her beauty through the scudding clouds. This was all very astonishing, yet also very appeasing. Was God feeling generous and light-hearted today, so much that He wished to do humanity a favour? Or perhaps the wind pushed the warm front to the other side of the country. Or, as foolish as it sounds, could it even be a sign of good omen for the future?

[Name] walked into warmth, basked by sunlight, hugged by the imperceivable breeze. She loved the weather, she did. It made her feel safe, gave her the warmth she needed, but mostly- it gave her hope that things will be brighter, a little at a time.

Those 'things', she didn't know what she wouldn't give for them to be him.

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"It's day seventy-three today. Since you went into comatose."

She started her daily report with a shaky breath.

"I can't help but feel lonely without you. Of course, I would, wouldn't I? It's really a waste. I finally got to meet you, after two years... But, I still can't hear your voice, for over eighty days. I think about you, your laugh, how silent yet amused it sounded, how perfect it was. You are the only voice in my world. Please, let me hear your voice call my name again. Now, all I hear is noise, static."

A humourless laugh. A shaky breath.

"No matter the distance, no matter how long it is, my attraction to you remains constant. You could be at the ends of the earth and still I would feel pulled toward you. There is something about you and I that matches, each half loving the other so fully that a life alone would be meaningless. When times are dark you are the one that lifts me back into the light, when times are bright you are the one who rejoices with me. So, though it is your eyes, your skin, your face that I look upon, know that the attraction runs deep to my core. I don't do superficial, I never did."

"Come back soon, okay? You need to hurry up. I miss you so much, it hurts. I really suck at waiting. And, you probably know it as much as I do, that you don't dream in coma, but... Sweet dreams."

She couldn't stop the tears and the tremble in her voice.

"Again... I'll still wait for you."

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