Nagito smiles, happily walking through the front door. “I’m home!” He exclaims, though when he receives no response, his smile drops. His arm weakens his grip on his bag, before gently placing it and going towards the bedroom. “You okay? You aren’t responding..” Nagito murmurs, walking in. His eyes widen when he saw the blood trickling down your arm and the weapon in your hand. “Wh..” He had to process it. “Why must you do such a despair inducing thing to your perfect, hopeful self..?”