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This is the first time he’s going to bring it up.
“Nagito.”
“Ah yes? Is there a problem?”
He grabs his hand. “Your fingers, what caused these?”
Nagito's fingers are littered with colourful and childish band aids, courtesy of the WOH. The band aids had been slowly increasing over the week, initially Izuru had thought that these were just luck related incidents that Nagito never told him about (Nagito has a habit of doing that, not telling Izuru when he’s hurt, even if it’s something major), but these seemed… suspicious.
Nagito quickly waves his mitted hand with a carefree smile adorning his face. “Ah, it’s nothing! Just me being clumsy is all”. He does his best to not worry Izuru more than he already has, though maybe it's presumptuous of him to assume that Izuru is worried about him at all. After all he-
“You’re making that face again.”
Ah, of course Izuru saw right through him. He’s sure he must be like a boring open book to him. “Aha, I’m sorry, it really is nothing!”
Izuru stays quiet for a few seconds, before sighing and dropping Nagito's hand and pocketing his own. “As long as you do not gravely injure yourself, I will not pry, as I feel you will not tell me the reasoning.”
“I’m sorry Kamukura-kun, but you will know soon enough, promise!” Nagito waves his hands around again.
Izuru hums, and Nagito takes that as his sign to leave and quickly does so, before he returns back to where he was. After all, he still needs to finish that present.
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Nagito quickly knocks on the door with his mitted hand and creaks it open.
“Are you busy? Can I come in?”
Izuru lets out an approving hum and Nagito quickly comes in and closes the door, making sure he does not accidently turn around in the process. He has his hand behind his back, like he’s hiding something.
Izuru stops typing whatever he was on his laptop and looks at Nagito, tilting his head in curiosity.
Nagito quickly walks forward so as to not keep him waiting and starts to speak. “Ah, before I show you, I just want to let you know that it is completely okay if you do like it, so much so that you can even throw it away or-!”
“Just show me Nagito.”
“R-right…”
Nagito brings his hand from behind his back, and in it is a… doll? No, it’s more of a plushie. Except that isn’t what catches Izurus eye, it's the fact that the plushie looks like him. The eyes have been made with red thread, and the suit and hair have been made with black felt.
Izuru takes it out of Nagito’s hands and holds it ever so gently, running his fingers over the stitching. It really is far from perfect, the stitching is uneven and the parts where it cuts off have been made into a very noticeable knot. In some places, the stitching is too loose and Izuru thinks that if he isn't careful, it would not be difficult at all to accidentally rip out the stuffing.
Nagito takes a nervous gulp and starts talking again “Like I said, I can understand if you do not like it, and it would be fine if you threw it out or even burnt it or-”
“I like it.”
“You...you do?”
Izuru tilts his head and moves one of the little arms of the plushie. “It’s… cute, I suppose.”
Nagito blushes a bit and lets out a sigh of relief. “Ahaha, that’s good, it took me quite a while, even if it looks quite messed up.”
Izuru looks back at Nagito's hand and holds it carefully. “I suppose the band aids make sense now” Nagito nods his head “This really was my first time doing anything with a thread and needle, who knew it was so easy to hurt yourself?” He lets out a bit of a giggle.
“Thank you Nagito, a lot…” If Nagito thinks he listens closely, he can almost hear some emotion behind that.
He simply smiles “Anything for you.”.