A/N - Nagitos Father will just be called Father, same with Mother.

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Nagito entered the apartment. It was a small apartment with 5 rooms in total, there was one bathroom, kitchen, living room and a small room which belonged to his mother. There was another small room for Nagito, right next to the kitchen.

"Im home," Nagito called out to the silence, no one was ever home. It was always silent with no emotion but during the night it was hell. It was loud, noisy and it became so frustrating for Nagito.

Sighing he takes off his bag and out it beside him on the floor. Bending down to slip his shoes off and set them aside. Nagito never really understood why people will untie their shoe laces when in  the morning you have to tie them back on.

After putting his white shoes away he picks up his bag and walked over to the kitchen seeing his door and opening it. Dead silent, there was one poster of a anime series that someone had given him when he was younger. There was a desk connected to a bed which was raised up for storage underneath the bed.

A keyboard next to the where he would usually place his jacket and bag. It was a nice cozy room for Nagito and he loved it in many ways. White walls, white roof and a wooden floor board. Walking over to his chair in front of his desk he sits down and stares at his sketchbook.

Picking it up and flicking through the pages its just grey. Theres never any coloring because he hates coloring it ruins his sketches as well as line art. It makes it look really bad. His most recent sketch which was a doodle was a male which was in a dress holding a knife looking for his lover. Nagito had really no story for why he drew this he really only drew it so he could practice side profiles.

Theres a compartment and it has all of his old sketch book but theres something he really regrets and that is throwing his drawings on paper away. The thing was that he drew mostly on printing paper and he threw it all away. So now hes left with very little old drawings that he wishes to re-draw.

Getting distracted he puts the sketch book back onto the desk, reaching into his bag he searches for his laptop. They use laptops for work and sometimes homework. Yawning he places his laptop and opens it up. Logging in he sees his 7 sticky notes about which manga chapter hes on, what anime episode he is on, what novel chapter hes on. And many more random things like very cool artist styles he loves.

Of course this is hidden from his school account he made so he wouldn't be made fun of. Nagito doesn't fit in at school at all, he doesn't watch Metflix, he doesn't watch MeTube that much either. He cant relate to things at school, he isn't interested about girls, and their bodies. (sorry if offending)

He isn't rich, he isn't poor either. His parents live apart but not divorced. Nagito is a person with one friend, he draws, writes, reads and hes plain in general. But one big thing stands out about him and thats the fact that hes interested into boys.

He opens up a software and starts doing his school work.

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Nagito hears the door opening and its silent. Hes in his bead reading the latest manga he had gotten. Thinking its his mom he hops out of bed and goes out to the kitchen walking to the hallway.

But its not his mother, he freezes when he sees its his father. A person who doesn't accept anything different. Like once Nagito wore a dress because one of his old friends in primary school were dressing each other up and it was a girl. She said Nagito looked beautiful and Nagito agreed but as soon as he went down and showed his father all he said was.

"You shouldn't dress like that, dresses are for girls. Now take it off."

But his mother accepted everything, she said he looked cute. Ever since that incident Nagito had been low about everything and theres no way he'll ever tell his father that hes interested in boys.

"I missed you, come and give me a hug," Father said, opening his arms wide open. As much as Nagito hated his father he still acted that he loved him. Walking over he hugged his father and he hated every bit.

Pulling away he goes to the living room just waiting for all of the complaints which are about to pour down like rain, one after the other. Thats how it worked every time he came over. Never changed.

"You need to start doing sports, all you do is sit in that room of yours. How does your mother allow this?" The first complaint came in from his father. Nagito didn't want to argue, he really only argues when his father says something terrible about other people.

"I know," Is all that he says when his father complains. Nagito takes a seat at the living room dining table. Sitting there, doing nothing.

He really doesnt like life that much, it just gets worse as you grow older. As a child it can be easier but not for all children. They can go through their parents divorce, them moving apart and then going to school listening to everyone being so happy for their mothers and fathers saying how they gave them this and this.

What can that child do, if they smile about their father moving away and being all happy about it wouldn't it seem strange if there wasnt a dark side to it. Then they start to envy others and their life style. Listening to peoples sad stories.

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hope you guys had a good easter break.