[Nagi's upbringing hadn't been a conventional one compared to most his age. Orphaned since birth, raised in orphanages all his life. He'd been more than a little disgruntled growing up, feeling abandoned by not just his birth parents but by the world at large. He couldn't seem to connect with anyone, and those who tried simply didn't understand. Nothing felt like it was truly his, and that he was just allowed to exist in space at any given time before he ended up someplace else. Even his name- Nagi Naoe- was given to him by the orphanage that he'd been left at the doorstep of. Because of this, he grew up somewhat stunted and struggled to form relationships with those his age. He got shuffled around in the system quite a bit, from facility to foster home and back, not really enough time to get to know anyone besides. It wasn't until the cusp of his 16th birthday that he'd been put into a foster home to prevent him from living out his last childhood days in the orphanage with no guarantee he'd be adopted any longer since parents generally wanted younger children, or babies.
That year, he'd been sent to an actual school for the first time, and it was dreadful as he'd expected. His quiet demeanor, the fact that he rarely ever smiled and often kept to himself drawing or toying with a gameboy...people either avoided him uncertainly at best or bullied him at worst. Despite this he did well in his actual studies since he was actually quite intelligent...and that seemed to make him more of a target than not.
It wasn't all bad, though. Moving to the school and being put into foster care aside, Nagi did have a single person in his life he could call someone he cared about. Someone...dare he say, was his friend. Omi Tsukiyono, who above all his other classmates took it upon himself to try to get to know Nagi on his terms. He didn't ignore or avoid him or pick at him for being "strange". He was just...nice, and took notice of his interests without being overbearing about it (for the most part). It was bizarre and most of the time Nagi didn't know how to handle Omi's kindness, but it was something he did appreciate. On the cusp of graduation just a few months off, he was the one Nagi felt made dealing with being here worth it.
Then, on the way to school one morning, someone had sped through an intersection just as Nagi happened to be crossing the street. He didn't make it to homeroom, and it wasn't announced to his class until the end of the day that there had been an accident.
Miraculously, he wasn't killed. He was, however, in pretty bad shape. Broken ribs, some internal bleeding...a concussion, for sure. He didn't actually wake up until a few days had passed, but from there his condition stabalized. He'd been heavily disoriented upon waking up, though he could at least answer some basic questions...he knew his name, and he knew that he was in a hospital. But that's all he knew.
He couldn't name his school, or his foster parents, or even any friends he'd ever known. Nobody had come to visit him yet that he'd been awake for though, so maybe that wouldn't apply.]
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That year, he'd been sent to an actual school for the first time, and it was dreadful as he'd expected. His quiet demeanor, the fact that he rarely ever smiled and often kept to himself drawing or toying with a gameboy...people either avoided him uncertainly at best or bullied him at worst. Despite this he did well in his actual studies since he was actually quite intelligent...and that seemed to make him more of a target than not.
It wasn't all bad, though. Moving to the school and being put into foster care aside, Nagi did have a single person in his life he could call someone he cared about. Someone...dare he say, was his friend. Omi Tsukiyono, who above all his other classmates took it upon himself to try to get to know Nagi on his terms. He didn't ignore or avoid him or pick at him for being "strange". He was just...nice, and took notice of his interests without being overbearing about it (for the most part). It was bizarre and most of the time Nagi didn't know how to handle Omi's kindness, but it was something he did appreciate. On the cusp of graduation just a few months off, he was the one Nagi felt made dealing with being here worth it.
Then, on the way to school one morning, someone had sped through an intersection just as Nagi happened to be crossing the street. He didn't make it to homeroom, and it wasn't announced to his class until the end of the day that there had been an accident.
Miraculously, he wasn't killed. He was, however, in pretty bad shape. Broken ribs, some internal bleeding...a concussion, for sure. He didn't actually wake up until a few days had passed, but from there his condition stabalized. He'd been heavily disoriented upon waking up, though he could at least answer some basic questions...he knew his name, and he knew that he was in a hospital. But that's all he knew.
He couldn't name his school, or his foster parents, or even any friends he'd ever known. Nobody had come to visit him yet that he'd been awake for though, so maybe that wouldn't apply.]