Happy Birthday! (Nagisa X Reader) Free!

"Do you think he'll like it?"

Gou stares down at the pair of tickets, her eyebrows knit in concentration. "Hmmm... You said that these are tickets to the fair?"

You nod. "The one coming up this weekend. I know that we just started dating, but I felt like I should get him something special. It’s his birthday, you know? There's always lots of sweets there! And if he doesn't I have backup plans; we can just go back to my house and watch movies or something. I already bought popcorn just incase and rented that new-"

"Chat ta ta!" Gou jabs her finger at you, her other hand flying to her hip. "Stop fretting! It'll be fine! Geesh, you're almost as bad as Rei!"

"Bad as Rei at what?"

"Worrying about making everything perfect! I swear, the two of you give me migraines." Gou sighs and pushes the tickets back towards you. "He'll love it. Scary rides and junk food are on Nagisa's list. Right after procrastinating." She sighs at this, her shoulders hunched in agitation. "Make sure that he doesn't eat too many sweets! He's got to be fit for regionals!"

"I promise." You give her a solemn nod and shake hands on it. Now that the sacred vow has been made, you know that there's no going back. You'll keep Nagisa from stuffing every last slice of chocolate-dipped cheesecake into his mouth or die trying.

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"I heard that on that one you go so fast that you puke off the sides! We have to ride it!" Nagisa latches onto your arm and pulls you forward.

"Woah! Hey! I'm glad you're excited, but if you’re sick you won't be able to have cake later."

"Aww, y/n-chan," Nagisa groans. "A little upset stomach isn't a problem."

"But puke all over your clothes is. We can ride it, but just let me gather the courage first." You stare up at the omnipotent Ring of Death, (appropriately named by the looks of it), and a flock of butterflies stirs in your stomach. The roar of people chattering as they walk past and the dings from the toss-a-ring booth fade to an eerie silence. You swallow back a whimper as the current passengers roll higher and higher towards the top of the ring. Then in a blur of movement, they gain enough speed to sail all the around it, upsidedown they soar across the top.

"You okay?"

The sounds of the fair and the scent of deepfried butter rush back to you. You glance at Nagisa as he tugs on your tank top. "Hmm?"

His gaze heavies with concern. "It looked like you blanked out for a second there." His expression shifts to a teasing, almost mocking grin. "You're not scared, are you?"

"Nuh uh!" Your voice shakes but you manage to force out a laugh. "Just a bit nervous."

He leans up and swiftly pecks your cheek. You freeze. Omgomg he kissed me in public! "I'll buy you a soda afterwards," he comprises, like it was nothing. "But you'll have to drink it from my mouth."

Oh. There goes that.

“Is there a group of 2?”

Nagisa jumps up and flails his arms before you have time to form a response. He drags you forward and suddenly you’re being strapped down for a ride on the Ring of Death. Lovely. “I don’t think these straps are tight enough,” you say.

Nagisa gives his an experimental yank. “Oh, they’re fine! I’ve rode faster rides with less protection than this and came out unscratched, believe me!”

The ride groans and the car begins to slowly roll forward. Then backward. Then forward… Then backward…

“I don’t think I can do this!” you announce.

“We’re not even upside down yet,” Nagisa chides. Then he sighs and reaches for your hand. You squeeze his and he squeezes back. “Just close your eyes and imagine that we’re surrounded by soft, gushy clouds.”

You nod and do as he says. “Okay, okay.” I can do this. I can go upside down. It’s Nagisa’s birthday! What were you thinking buying him fair tickets if you can’t even stomach the first ride? You blink an eye open as the car rolls down the side of the ring. Your stomach jumps. The butterflies must be panicking.

“You alright?” Nagisa yells over the screams.

“Yeah!”

“Wheeeeew!” he shouts. “Yell with me! Show this ride who’s boss!”

“Whee!” you shout back. “This is fun!”

“We’re gonna rock you, you hunk of metal!” Nagisa hollars. “y/n can do this!”

“Wheeeeee!”

The car soars upside down and you swallow back a scream. It shakes as it races down the tracks and slides back up the sides. A few minutes later, it comes to a gentle halt at the bottom. “So,” Nagisa says, resembling a rather smug cat who just devoured at least a dozen canaries.

“So,” you repeat.

The grin grows only wider. “What kind of soda do you like?”