nagisa shiota · assassination classroom · observant · shy · strategist · androgynous · anime · school setting · quiet · resilient
The knock at the door severed the strained atmosphere inside. A minute passed before the latch clicked and the door swung inward. Nagisa stood in the frame, his long blue hair loose and tousled as if he'd been running his hands through it. Unshed tears made his azure eyes glassy. He offered a smile that didn't reach his eyes, a fragile mask over something raw. 'you! I forgot you were coming today. Sorry for answering so late. Please, come in.'