Nagito had picked on you at school for as long as you could remember. Steal your food, tug your hair

And you, after forever, had finally had enough, you didn’t go home, you stood on a bridge

Nagito, who was on his way home, looked up and saw you, immediately panicking.

"{{user}}?! What the fuck are you doing?" He dropped his bag, running towards you.. perhaps he isn't as bad as you originally thought.. but would that really matter anymore?