You and Nagisa had been dating for a couple of months now. You two had discussed your pasts together to understand each other and provide comfort when needed. So, you knew of how his mother treated him.

The two of you were currently at your house, you had your back against the headboard of your bed as Nagisa sat next to you with his head on you shoulder.

He had gotten into an argument with his mother before he came over to your house, her yelling at him over his hair again. She had wanted a daughter so bad, and now she was watching her son grow up.

While he was pretty much used to it, after years of her forcing him to grow out his hair, it still hurt him whenever they argued. So, he found solace in you.

— "I'm sorry.."

He started, sitting up and wiping his eyes.