little working boy

The breeder sat with almost perfect posture, unwinding and rewinding his scarf around his neck with a frown as he got it wrong twice. Blue eyes watched Cole for a moment, analyzing his movements and any sign of sickness up until Seiko started speaking. 

Nagisa glanced up, shoulders relaxing for a moment in a rare slip of the boy hidden behind the body of steel that took his family's expectations.

"I can do that," he answered and tilted his head, offering a small and soft smile at the woman he considered his older sister. The relationship between the two was nothing short of family despite not being actually related- Seiko was much better in comparison to his actual family, after all. "It's not much of a problem."

Nagisa... wasn't sure what he had been expecting. 

He opened his mouth. Closed it.

But that was gone and their relationship was broken, innocence fractured in a world with bodies piling up on the streets. The past was the past, and Nagisa couldn’t warp anything to change it. He knew guilt had been festering in his blood from the very beginning, from the moment his father’s body had convulsed and shuddered for breaths for the last time. 

That was why he didn’t fight, why he didn’t scream or cry out when Future Foundation had found him. No, he sat with handcuffs and didn’t say a word or a complaint like a little obedient dog. 

“I know. I know I should be executed. Left to rot... that’s what my father told me all those months ago as well.”

How was she supposed to prove that she wasn’t scared? Nagisa didn’t know. In this world, you had to be scared. Fear meant adrenaline. Fear meant instincts. Fear meant surviving or being a coward.

“You say things like I’m not aware of them. You’re injured and traumatized. I’m someone who injured and traumatized people. Then... why are you still in a room with me? You’re thinking it, aren’t you? Thinking that I’m nothing like the person before the tragedy thinking that the person you knew is dead.”

 Maybe you’re right. Or maybe the person you saw before the tragedy was broken and helpless and someone gave him a pathway to power and a world where he wasn’t scared. He was swept up into it.

Send 👶🏿 to read a childhood memory of my muse.

He knows what’s coming the instant he opens the door to the household. A figure sits at the dinner table, a tablet held in front of him, and when Nagisa opens the door, blue irises, almost cat-like and like ice in the shadows of the room, shift towards him. 

“What is this?”

oh, um- thank you.

Nagisa’s grip loosened on Kai’s leash and unwound it from his fist, getting his puppy more leisure to move around because the hall monitor didn’t react badly. After all, there was always people who didn’t like dogs, hence why the breeder always closed the distance or at least made it shorter, but he could let Kai be a little more free when the said person was fine with dogs.