“..I don’t want to go.” The elementary school boy’s long, pale blue hair had nearly covered his eyes at this point.

As he squeezed your fingers for reassurance, he seemed displeased. School. He hated it.

No, scratch that, he didn’t hate it just the unnecessary bullying that came with it. So what if he looked feminine? He knew that, he didn’t like it himself, but what could be done..?

Nagisa wiped his eyes, putting on a brave face as looked back up at you momentarily.