Nagito and Leo - Reunion
He felt Nagito’s hand connect with his own face and he jerked back holding his cheek with his free hand. He didn’t know what to do, he was in complete shock. Why was Nagito treating him like this? He didn’t understand a single thing. He head dropped as his wide eyes gazed upon the ground below him. Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he played out scenarios in his head about why Nagito would hate him. Why did Nagito hate him? He was the one who left Leo by himself with those people. Nagito left him on his own when he needed him most. He dropped his notebook to the ground and clenched his fists tightly together as the tears streamed down his face. He wanted to run after Nagito but he felt defeated. The only thing from the past that was good to him has now turned against him.
He heard the angry footsteps coming back and he quickly wiped away his tears and knelt down to pick up his notebook. He heard Nagito speak to him in a tone he had never heard Nagito speak in before. Anger? Most likely. He grasped his notebook in his hand and stood back up and looked at Nagito’s eyes, clearly seeing the anger he was expressing. He began to write in the book again but this time his movements were slow and steady unlike before when he was happy. He knew Nagito might not have the patience for his slow writing but, Leo’s heart was breaking and he was trying his best not to show it.
“Why are you so mad at me?” Was the only thing he could ask right now. It was the only thing that was on his mind right now. Ideally he wanted to go out for a drink with the other and catch up on the lost time between them. But he knew now that it was a lost cause. Leo might not ever be a friend to Nagito again. He clutched the notebook against his chest, waiting for Nagito’s answer.
Nagito had no choice but to wait and watch as Leo slowly wrote out another sentence in his notebook. He didn’t know what, but something was preventing him from simply running past the other right now. Was it the anger? Did he want an explanation for Leo’s behavior? Or maybe it was because Nagito knew that he could try to run from his past all he wanted, and it would still catch up with him eventually.
The two had been close childhood friends until… Nagito briefly shut his eyes in anger to get the memory out of his mind. He had left his hometown for the city shortly after as there was nothing tying him there. Neither his friend nor his family had loved him. His life in the city had been rough. He was still young and inexperienced, and he had had no home. His way of earning a living was to look into various stores during the day and then to use his strange powers to steal from them at night. That method mainly gave him food and clothing. Money was often hard to come by without setting off some kind of security alarm so he never took the risk. As Nagito got older he started to use other methods and began to earn money easily. This new job at the hotel was supposed to be a fresh start, an escape from his life in the city, but upon unexpectedly meeting Leo he began to wonder if he could really run from his old life. Was he destined to one day return to the city? No. It sickened him to think that one day he could be back on those streets, picking up strange, sick,and sometimes violent men… Secretly he was ashamed at everything he had done. He would have to deal with this situation somehow; he couldn’t risk losing this job.
Nagito looked up as Leo had finished writing, the tears still streaming down his face. “Why are you so mad at me?" it read. Leo’s face seemed genuinely confused and hurt to Nagito and this stunned him.
"Do you really not remember?” he asked, his anger starting to melt away into confusion. Doesn’t he remember what he wrote that day? How? How could he forget something like that? Something was wrong. Nagito wasn’t sure what it was, but he decided he should show Leo the old note that was still kept squished in a drawer. Seeing his old childhood friend crying stirred some feeling in him, and he felt torn between just leaving Leo there, or wiping away his tears. Carefully extending a hand to the other, Nagito looked toward Leo then to direction of their rooms. He spoke, no longer showing anger in his voice, but still seriousness. “Would you follow me, please? I have something I need to show you.”