#「⑆」 youʼll stay as a reminder of how fucked this world can be 🗡️ post verse 「⑆」

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                       【 @espectres​ 】  (still accepting) spotify wrapped 1-100            99. aaron west and the roaring twenties - just sign the papers

talking to people that asked him about the assassination due to it being on the news for a while always... made his stomach churn a little bit playing it back in his head over and over again. the image of his teacher's remains dancing into the sky with little lights twinkling off out of existence, disappearing from this world. people heard about these kids... and believed what they saw on the news, that they were hurt, abused, stockholmed by the teacher. but the only people that caused them this pain were the people that forced him into it in the first place. the government for sure are the people that hurt these kids, they hurt itona, they tried to kill them several times... it was their fault.

as nagisa sat and thought, he played with the edge of his sleeve anxiously, breathing in, breathing out and trying to stay at ease. how hard it was to think of those times coming to an end, it was still fresh in his mind... earlier in the year, he was not over it.

❝ the things that we built together get torn down brick by brick and dispersed out evenly... ❞ words slip past his lips with dismay, everything these kids had built together was torn down so easily by these... men that hadn't even seen what these kids have done together. they handed out their reward money, sure, they were rich and set for the rest of their lives, but... was it really worth it ?? they were traumatized, in so much pain from what they just did, nagisa remembers rubbing his eyes raw sobbing on the bus back home, longing for what they had just ended.

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                         ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 「   @espectres liked for a song lyric starter !!   」 winter coats by aaron west and the roaring twenties

things had been hard, and trying to explain it to people that weren't there for it always felt... odd. promising to show his friend the classroom he was in for the last year felt refreshing kind of, he'd been avoiding it for a little bit. but the students bought it and they all owned it... so they could come any time they wanted. they decided to get some food and bring it up, try and help nagisa think about the happy versus the bad.

nagisa got there first... using his copy of the key to open the front door, walking to his desk and placing down his food. he stared at the chalkboard, the stray drawings of their teachers and some of the students up on it. some lessons they were in the middle of, english lessons and some science up on there. he tried to do what his new friend was encouraging him to... to look at the year with fondness, not dismay.

hearing the sliding door open from behind him, nagisa went to open up the other sliding door that lead to the courtyard that they used for training behind the classroom. sitting at the steps that followed a few feet away, he looked out at the overgrown grass over the once dirt field that the teacher leveled for them so they could train.

he went into the plastic bag he had and took out a dorayaki and put it next to him for shou to take when he was ready to sit down. instead of a frown, nagisa was smiling, looking out as he thought about the past year and some of their antics.

❝ you know, it got so hot during the summer, that we have a pool back there somewhere in the woods, i wonder how bad that water is now. ❞

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                         ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 「   @lee-sol​ liked for a starter !!   」

nagisa felt so silly asking the barista for a special request... he didn't want to sit there and watch them make his drink without asking. he knew how it felt to service workers to have customers hover over them as if they'd do something wrong. but... after his mother slipping things into his food, and takaoka spiking the drinks, he was— rightfully anxious. he still remembered, slowly, eyes getting heavy as he ebbed off and fell off his chair, head hitting the floor. in resemblance, remembering the throbbing fever his classmates had and coughing up blood and being almost lifeless.

the fear of his food being tampered with grew and grew, he didn't know if he had any stray enemies even after the assassination. but... this kid, was just a kid, about two years older than him maybe working their job and trying to get through the day. nagisa was... on a break from in person school after everything, the media made it hard for him to even get around public without someone noticing him. he was in a blue hoodie pulled over his head hiding his pigtails, a gray tank top under it, and a pair of tan knee long shorts.

but after all the hardships... nagisa was still just a fifteen year old kid... who wanted a sugary latte while he sat in the back and did his homework for his online courses. the other was... so patient with him, nagisa offered a sheepish smile and bowed his head as he grabbed the cup with both hands once it was done. his food of choice also coming out quite quickly was a bit catching him off guard. refusing to leave his drink behind out of fear, he walked back over with it in hand as he grabbed his croissant and bubble waffle.

scampering back to a table and grabbing his laptop out of his bag, he put his wireless headphones in and from behind the screen... still went to test his food and drink quickly. what if something was done behind the employee's back and he didn't know... nagisa had to be sure. a few test strips and some waiting later... a sigh of content exhaled as he finally took a sip of his drink. he sat there for... maybe three and a half hours, ordering two more drinks and testing them each time before he'd indulge. watching the other make the drink each time after he'd ask sheepishly and stand on his toes to get a good look over the counter.

finally finishing up his homework... nagisa tossed out all but one cup and packed up all his things neatly back into his bag. pausing his music, the smaller hesitated and stood in place for a moment fiddling with the cup that he slipped... quite a large tip into. going up to the register, nagisa sheepishly waited for the other to come back to him, hands trembling before setting down the cup with the lid on it to kinda hide the money in it.

❝ please, if you could, i uh— inside the cup... thank you. ❞ he looked like he was going to fall apart right there and left, trying to scamper out quicker than he walked up to the counter for sure. he didn't want the other to try and stop him or return the money... tips weren't a thing here sure, but, this was his first time trying to eat in public again. and he really appreciated the patience and small gesture and not brushing his concerns off.

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                         ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 「   @nulltune​ liked for a starter !!   」

❝ where... did i learn to make this ?? ❞ the smaller piped up at the other's question, holding the fresh batch of honey toast he whipped together for the two. two scoops of vanilla ice cream on top, three sticks of coconut chocolate pocky, coconut shavings, and a little chocolate square pressed into one of the ice cream scoops. a small smile slowly plastered over his face, gently lifting at the corner of his lips as he thought of his past teacher. koro-sensei loved honey toast for sure... he can remember him eating it to this day and how he melted at the taste of it.

❝ last year, i learned how to cook because of my home ec class, and my teacher really liked it... so i learned how to make it. ❞ he also learned how to make takoyaki, soup from scratch, how to counteract sours, salts, fats, and tang... he taught them a lot.

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                         ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 「   @espectres​ liked for a starter !!   」

❝ i know you're saying we should have backed out, but... ❞ back out... the chance for them to prevent trauma they held on their backs... he really did think about it now. if he were to go back, would he really let them wipe his memory of the classroom and force them to let him back on the main campus ?? would he even make it on the main campus with how heavily he was bullied... would he make it without karma standing up for him ?? not really... only a month or two into the classroom, he already tried to kill himself with a bomb attempt because he thought that's what his life was worth at that point. nothing.

nagisa didn't think his life was worth much... and it really showed until koro-sensei gave them all some self worth. nagisa holds his head high now, proudly as a person with some sort of self worth, and love towards himself. it was hard, his mom tore him down, his school tore him down, his closest friend tore him down. but he built himself up, piece by piece in that classroom, if not becoming the best one there to push his way to the top.

❝ to forget my first teacher and how kind she was to me, how hard she tried teaching me even though english was so hard for me. how she had patience and kindness and grace for all of our downfalls... i didn't want to forget her, forget that someone could actually care for— someone like me. ❞ that last bit was almost a whisper... someone like nagisa. what was nagisa. he used to be frail, pushed around, manipulated, scared, apathetic... but he had strength now. because of... him.

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                                                   lyric starter call 【 @executegod​​ 】

                                    ❝ the funeral you’ve been asking for ❞ by save face  

                  ❝ sometimes we're dealt desperate expectations. ❞

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                                                                                 【 @nulltune​ 】

                                     “𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀” - 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.                                   “ there’s certainly more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there? ”

                      a hum at the back of his throat with the question... he was used to getting a lot of invasive questions nowadays. the assassination made people feel like they were entitled to ask anything they wanted to the kids. but this one... felt a little less bad, a eyebrow perking at it, a bit of humanity to the question. that was something he... wasn’t used to getting from most people nowadays anymore. not everyone thought about how the kids might react to such questions, but this one... was okay.

                     ❝ i’d say... there certainly is a lot more to me than what the news tries to tell you. ❞

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 「   @saburaito liked for a song lyric starter !!   」 i wanted so badly to be brave by the wonder years

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 of a bunch of kids getting 'forced to fight for their lives and become assassins,' as if they got the full story. the news broadcast showed the kids, people knew their faces, and they kept it hidden, for so long. but the own government program they worked for... outed them, and then they found out that the very man that caused it all, had been there all along.

shiro... 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 experimented on itona, they knew that, but him being... yanagisawa that experimented on their teacher too, that blamed the moon on him, when it was his fault ?? all of this, all of it was his fault.

nagisa had been through all of this... for what, a man that wanted to travel too close to the sun, push science too far ?? and here he was... blood on his hands, well... there was no blood, only light getting carried up into the sky. all he had was a face, a memory, and his tie to remind him of that⸻ very hard year.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍— was nagisa really the same kid people knew before ?? no, he ignored his old friends, isolated himself, went through hardships and horrors alone, getting drugged, threatened to get cut open, stalked by a man three times his age, things that well... sabu would find regular, but nagisa ?? should have never been dragged through.

❝ they'll put a gun into your hand, and call you weak until you're violent. . . ❞

he was called weak, terasaka told him he was worth nothing more than a suicide bomb attempt. takaoka told him he was a worm in the dirt under his feet, that a runt like him must have cheated to win against him. and it won, all of it won over him, he did turn violent, they 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑵𝑰𝒁𝑬𝑫 him with knives and guns, and poked him till he broke.

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                         ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 「   @seeksmoon liked for a song lyric starter !!   」 otis / carl by spanish love songs

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃, things ended up hard for the students, and nagisa wandered more and more away from his classmates instead of closer. the burden of the weight of the knife on their bloody hands can change the heart of a kid. fourteen still with the stained guilt and burned in memory of those lights fluttering into the moon of the night. THE MOON . . . a connection. nagisa remembered the moon being full that night, the light shining on them as hellish attacks upon emotion and friends fell through. holding two different bodies of someone near and dear to him, as he watched two of them waste away nearly, one recovery, and one 「 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀 」. . .

he's found comfort in beings from other worlds, people that might have gone through hardships like him, the humans of his world will never grasp the 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 that has twisted it's way into his heart. the humans of this world . . . couldn't imagine such things that happened in 3-E ( because they didn't want it to be their fault. ) so many people failed these bright new thirteen year olds, now fifteen, and jaded to the power and hold that others used against them.

❝ we never held a funeral, 'cause of the consequence they bring . . . letting go is never easy, even when you're empty, even when you're alone . . . ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 . . . there was no makeshift funeral, they tried to give him a birthday that day, but the same day of joy, became a grave. nagisa stared off into the moon as he sat besides the other, the moon brought alune clarity. and the moon to nagisa . . . reminded them of the year in their home that fixed, and then ripped him back apart.

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                                                          lyric starter for【 @hexsreality​​ 】

                                              song: brave faces, everyone by spanish love songs

                              talking to people about the classroom... the emotions that bubbled in his gut amongst trying to stop it from happening. preventing, procrastinating, delating the inevitable was all they were doing and at the end of it they knew that. it was already over at this point and they got mobbed, unexpectedly outed to the news from their own organization that had them do this all in the first place.

                             ❝ this world, it has no empathy, we will never find our own place. ❞ a hum of words, he didn’t really expect people to understand what they were going through at the end of this. humanity was cruel, and these news casters pretty much exploited these crying children for their daily news. they were in destress, and it was hard to get out nowadays without someone trying to follow them and ask questions. they already did what they needed, some peace and quiet after such a gruesome murder, would be nice to relax.

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                          ❝ you’re... kind of staring. ❞ he waited a little bit before mustering out a sentence, adjusting his tote bag on his arm to be a bit more comfortable before confronting the other. they all became used to it after the assassination and things being put on tv, but it’s been a while since he’s been outside since then.

                         ❝ did you uhm, have a question ?? ❞

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               “ i don’t think intimidating me is going to work well if you want something from me so... tell me what you want and i can tell you if it’s worth bothering me out of all people for it or not. ” 

                                                                                     // @chaosentity !!

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               “ we’re actually going to have a problem within the next minute if you don’t let me pass, i kind of have a place to be. ”

                                                                            // @virahgo !!

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                             ╘╳ starter call for @blccdheir​ ╳╛

               panicked he was so P A N I C K E D !! heart beating up a storm as pale digits were trembling a bit as a male that was smaller than him approached him. he knew about the western heroes of course just as well as the japanese ones; the japanese heroes had agencies, and the westerners did not. questions, the other was speaking so fast in english and wanting answers it made his whole mind start to shut down. fingers slowly curled but not fully balled into a fist, slightly fidgety and trying to somehow look for a way out of this. ESCAPE. the last time he got questioned for information was from the journalists, flashing camera lights and microphones with matching jvc model cameras pointed towards their faces. crying, T E A R S poured down his friend’s faces as the able ones tried to explain the mistakes. no one listened-- they were marked off and told that they were delusional, this was going to be the same. no one saved them-- they saved themSELVES.

              “ i ca-can n-not... ” speak english, he was very poor at it and the last time he had to speak it he was holding up a space station with a faux bomb. words were caught in his throat, he knew some, he knew some and he could communicate better but the words just weren’t coming out. he wasn’t karma... he wasn’t isogai or maehara, he couldn’t keep dealing with this sort of thing... people coming up to him and asking about the assassination. no one but the class knows he’s the one who killed their teacher, everyone thinks it was a team effort but the pain that stays with him through the days is looming.

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                  ╘╳ starter call for @cogitater ╳╛

          this is what the assassin tried to avoid in his keeping on the down low, only traveling around at night if he really needed to get something or making sure to go with company that was from his old class during the day. his heart was pounding once he saw the mask of the other he knew he was one of those western superheroes, and what he was probably here to inquire about. nagisa tried not to flinch or fight when he was tugged towards a secluded area, everything in his training telling him to disarm, and flip the person attached to him.

          he looked so... tired, exhausted from having to tell people to stop harassing him, shoving away all the journalists and watching his friends cry that very night at the thought of losing their motivation, their teacher. he still heard the echoes kurahashi’s crying that night; was this even worth his time to entertain ?? the boy looked up at the uniformed hero, maybe if he acted like he didn’t know english this would go by faster. so he stood blank, looking uninterested and generally just exhausted if the other would start questioning him or even just trying to talk.

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               “ you know i’ve shot a gun before, you don’t need to help me clean it every time i take it apart. ”

                                                                                                  // @fortunatenax !!