Nagito Komaeda x reader - Anxiety

Nagito's fingertips smoothly slid along the surface of his bruised flesh; red and purple marks littering his abnormally pale skin. Nagito sat unaccompanied in a hospital bed, buried beneath the crisp and clean white sheets. Tending to his self inflicted, an unnerving smile lay unfazed upon his countenance as you entered.

    "You can't keep doing this." you said with a sigh. Nagito winced in pain at the slight annoyance tied to your voice but laughed nonetheless. "I'm sorry," he quickly apologized dabbing away at the discoloration repainting his skin. "Sometimes I just get so anxious I don't know what else to do?"

    A disbelieving huff elicits your tiers and (color eyes) looking into verdant orbs, you scowl. "You mean to tell me you get so anxious that you HURT yourself? I don't believe it." you grumble. A twitch in Nagito's lips faltered his smile and a small frown crossed his face. "Well that's kind of rude," he whined. "after all, I was concerned about you, (name)."

    A brief moment of silence then passes between you two.

Breaking the silence was yet another sigh, one resonating from you. "I'm sorry." you say lowly avoiding eye contact. It was Nagito's turn to huff. "Don't apologize," he says flashing you a welcoming smile. "it's not your fault I'm a pathetic piece of trash. I'm thankful that you're trying to help me though."

    "If I don't then who will?" you inquired kneeling down at the end of his bed. Nagito just stared smiling wide as you snatched the covers from his lower half, tending to the scratches and scrapes embedded in his frail brawn. "And you are NOT a piece of trash. Don't say that."

    "B-but it's-ngh! True?" he'd grunt. You gently placed the rag to Nagito's knee and swabbed at a gash. "Try not to move your leg so much," you said carefully grabbing his appendage firmly. "and no, it's not." you add. A groan wa heard from Nagito and you raised an eyebrow.

    "Is there a problem?" you snort. He shakes his head. "No, there's not. I just...wanted to say thank you. Nobody's ever done this for me and I feel special that someone like you, the ultimate (talent) would help someone like me, a pathetic piece of-"

"Don't repeat that." you hissed instantaneously clapping a hand over his mouth. "You are not a piece of trash. And if you are, you're my piece of trash." you commented before kissing him quickly. A crimson red dusts Nagito's cheeks and he blushed deeply. For a moment, the both of you share a short lived laugh and you continue tending to his wounds.

The end