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color me surprised,

leave me lovesick!

♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nagi seishiro

or, nagi seishiro starts off on the wrong foot with you and faces the consequences, until he finally manages to say three words to you—albeit not quite the ones he’d had in mind.

content: pining, nagi’s lowkey down bad, wrong first impression -> misunderstandings, reo the accidental wingman, fem!reader, gyaru!reader, sfw

wc: 2.4k

nagi seishiro first notices you at the end of your high school’s opening ceremony. his parents are stood with him, wishing him luck now that he’s started high school, and tell him not to slack off too much. his mom gasps and lightly smacks his shoulder, peering over it. she says something about the student council president that, frankly, flies over nagi’s head given that he wasn’t really listening, but he turns round per his mother’s request. he politely bows when she pinches his arm, and his dad visibly stifles a laugh. and then he looks up.

when his eyes leave the ground, they land first on your brother—the student council president. but not even a second later, beyond your brother, his eyes fall upon you, brightly dyed hair and modified uniform on the first day. you and your brother have the same smile and look in your eyes, he notes, but other than that, you share little resemblance to one another.

your plethora of hair accessories in various bright shades are a stark contrast to the neat plainess of your brother’s muted natural hair, smartly combed back and nothing more. your bangles and bracelets are visible on your wrists, your sleeves haphzardly pulled up, but strangely enough, your parents seem nonplussed about your immediate violations of school rules. which to nagi, is rather weird in itself, since your brother—as he learns upon your parents introducing you and themselves to his own—is literally the third years’ respresentative.

from behind your brothers shoulder, you flash him an award-winning smile, pearly whites and all, offering him a friendly wave that he does not return. instead, he offers you a curious albeit blank stare. he’s never seen someone as, well, whatever you are, whether it be brave or stupid. he’s almost jealous of your liberty, your parents’ trust in you, given how you seemingly march to the rhythm of your own drum, being true to your desires without caring for the opinions of others. but he isn’t really, since nagi’s parents let him mostly slack off on the condition that he doesn’t drop out of school or flunk any finals.

regardless of the nagi’s though process, you must’ve taken his gaze as wordless judgement or nonverbal criticism, because from that day forth, it’s like nagi doesn’t even remotely exist in your world. your orbit never crosses paths with his own for all of your first year, despite you two being classmates, and nagi pretends that it doesn’t bother him. nagi goes about his first year of highschool glued to a phone and constantly half-asleep in every period, with no friends to whom he could confess that your blatant disregard of his existence bothered him more than anyone else’s.

nagi had never thought he’d see the day where he wanted more than to laze about, where being ignored and left to do as he wishes wasn’t enough. but he buries the truth and drifts through the changing seasons, pixels jumping around on his phone screen. there’s no game overs for him when he never played for keeps in the first place.

you live in two completely different worlds throughout the rest of spring, and all of summer, autumn and winter. despite this, from your barely-overlapping dimensions, held together by a thin string pulled taut known as school, you always seem to catch his eye. something about your laugh has nagi’s heart skip a beat before he can will it to stay calm.

he hates how other people can call your name so easily. “(y/n)!” your friends will call, their loud voices echoing down the hallway. this sort of ruckus is likely to bother nagi anyway, since it puts a particularly noisy damper on his chill and slow high school career, but it irks him in a way he doesn’t expect. it’s not so much a quiet sigh and a retreat to an unpopular staircase during lunch. no, it irritates him to hear other people call your name, and he dislikes how his idle life has been distrupted by your mere presence.

nagi likes to think he doesn’t hate anything besides from having to put too much effort in, because hating something in itself is too much effort. but he’s wrong—he despises how a smile and your shrieking laughter comes so easily around your friends, and yet it falls whenever you catch a glimpse of him.

he wonders whether things would’ve changed had he responded to your little wave during the orientation assembly. perhaps your smile would’ve been his to keep and etch into his brain like some sort of cerebral tattoo. perhaps he wouldn’t nap on random benches on campus, but instead on your lap, dozing away as you ramble on about your day. and he’d actually listen, despise being sleepy, because there’s something comforting about your voice, something unique and curious that leaves nagi itching for more.

nagi’s life has always been a bore, monochrome and greyscale in its mundane simplicity. but your vivid visage, saturated and smiling, remains a splash of fluorescent colour.

whenever you round the corner, missing him by short distances that feel so vast and infinite when nagi cannot hold nor even touch you, his heart flutters. for a long time, he doesn’t understand why. a year passes. he’s seventeen when he meets reo, not long after the start of second year, and you’re no longer in the same class.

nagi’s heart drops when he notices your name on the class signboard next to his own. he’s fallen. crestfallen. he sulks on a staircase playing a hack-and-slash pixel rpg until reo bumps into him. his life changes a little then—now and then, he finds himself putting in a little bit of effort, just to bring a smile to the face of the only person he’s ever called a friend. it’s still a rare occurence, however.

he’s zoning out at practice one day when you walk past with your flock. he pauses, water bottle still in hand from his extended break, and his eyes follow you in the flock of friends you’re surrounded by, his gaze never once leaving your radiant smile. he hasn’t seen you much since your classes had changed, but seeing you know brings nagi a sense of satisfaction he’s never really felt before. you’re prismatic and beaming, and then you stop, wave goodbye to your friends, and then you’re heading towards the field. in nagi’s direction.

nagi almost opens his mouth to say your name. he’s never said it before, never felt the letters roll off his tongue, never. he’s only ever echoed it in his head, let it linger like the scent of petrichor, savours it like a delicacy as if it satiates his thirst for more in life.

and he loses another chance when his heart drops further down his ribcage.

“reo!”

nagi’s friend whirls around from where he’s dribbling a ball absently, waiting for him to rejoin him on the field. reo’s face brightens instantly, and if it weren’t for nagi’s natural deadpan expression, his own face would be thunderous.

“(y/n),” reo greets, wandering over to talk to you. “did you get the text i sent you?”

nagi isn’t eavesdropping. way too much effort. there’s no need for him to do so.

you nod. not that nagi’s watching you from the corner of his eye or anything. “yeah, thanks for filling out the paperwork. the prez was all over the place worrying about the football team’s budget ‘til you stepped in.”

reo rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “it would’ve helped if the captain had been thoughtful enough to fill it in himself, but i’m cutting the senpai some slack, since i’m sure they’re all preoccupied with placement exams.”

at a fancy prep school like theirs, sports were often second-rate, and none of the school teams were particularly strong, and even the popular clubs definitely weren’t taken seriously as a prospective career paths. that’s why the student council often had a lot of problems sorting out budgets, since many of the teams left filling their sheets in until last minute, and very few even competed in tournaments.

last year, he’d listen to you complain about it to your best friend as you begrudgingly help out anyway. nagi thought it was because your brother was the school council president at the time, but your continued involvement shows you do it out of the good of your heart.

as class rep last year, and with your brother’s position, you had often been in contact with the student council, helping around when you could. nagi supposes you were voted in again this year. it wouldn’t come as a surprise to him. you have a lot of friends, after all.

reo turns to him, and nagi feels the back of his neck grow warm when your eyes make contact for the first time since that fateful but unfortunate first meeting of yours. your eyes on him are electric, and they send static through his body like a signal, and nagi blinks and thinks, the world is brighter than it was yesterday.

he knows he’s being ridiculous, but the speed of his heartbeat pulsing in his ears is enough though show he couldn’t care less.

“(y/n), have you met nagi?” reo says, slinging an arm around nagi’s shoulder. “you know, my treasure.” he looks to reo and he grins, beaming, and nagi’s mixed emotions are going haywire alongside the millions of thoughts in his head.

you couldn’t be any worse at hiding your scepticism, your brow cocking up before you school your features into something less patronisingly bemused. “we were in the same class last year,” you say, turning to him. “nagi seishiro-san.”

nagi’s about to get heatstroke.

you just said his name.

his heart skips a beat once more and he’s overwhelmed by the wave of relief and pride he feels hearing your name off his lips. in the whole year you spent as classmates, you had somehow never said his name, at least not where nagi could hear it. if the complete lack of interaction was one thing to keep nagi yearning, the utter disregard for his existence by your refusal to say his name had been another. alright, maybe he was being dramatic. maybe you’d brought him up somewhere or sometime when he couldn’t hear you. regardless of your intentions for doing so, only now does he recognise the utter rejection he felt, the ostracism and loneliness he felt.

he wonders is if that was how you had felt when you had mistaken his curiosity for judgement. nagi had never felt something like guilt or regret in his life until he had realised he’d set himself up for a struggle to form a relationship with when he’d given you the worst possible first impression.

if nagi were reo, he would be able to talk to you so naturally, to call your name without care. he’d laugh alongside you, be able to capture your smiles in millions of photographs, win as many colorful keychains and accessories at the arcade and give them to you without you being sceptical or wary.

if nagi had been reo, you wouldn’t look so glum whenever you see him, reminded of the rejection you felt on your first day. the feeling of not belonging, the feeling that no one would accept you as you are—although luckily that had been quickly disproved in your first semester. while the tables had turned and nagi was okay with that, he wanted to be able to stand by your side proudly, to be able to turn to you and say, “you’re fine as you are, so don’t worry about what anyone else thinks,” because that’s the truth.

but perhaps it’s because reo is there that nagi is able to say what he wants to say. perhaps it’s because where your absence has left a void, reo introduced him to football, and he had something else to do to pass the time instead of pine after you hopelessly. maybe it’s because somewhere between reo’s declaration and now, reo has become a true friend, and nagi’s only friend, and he gives him the courage to want and to do.

so nagi stands there, opens his mouth, and says, “yeah, we were.” three words. not necessarily the ones he wanted, but he doesn’t think those would go down very well with you as of now, so he keeps them buried until the day he can dig them up and tell you the truth.

you look vaguely surprised to even hear him speak, but reo brushes past that and says, “oh, really?” and you nod, attempting to not purse your lips.

you shuffle in your place awkwardly. “anyway, can you remind your senpai that all the club captains have a budget meeting tomorrow? i don’t know him very well, and i have to go now anyway, so it’d be a big help.”

“sure, no problem,” reo shrugs, “see you tomorrow.”

“yeah, see ya,” you say, and briefly, your eyes flicker to nagi. “you too, nagi-san,” you say, turning to leave, and all nagi has to say is ‘see you,’ but—

“(y/n),” nagi calls, immortalising the moment your name leaves his lips in his head, and you stop in your tracks. you don’t turn around completely, but you do a half-spin and your head sort of cranes over your shoulder, as if to obscure how wide your eyes have grown.

“yes?” you ask, and it’s clear you’re uncomfortable and more than ready to leave. it’s not like he’s ever said your name before, never spoken to you, never given you the time of day.

“your hair,” nagi says, searching for words, “it suits you.”

that last sentence was three words, but still not the three words nagi actually wants to say. but at least now he’s worked out what those words are, and that he’s probably been lovesick since the moment he laid eyes on you and lovelorn after falling in love with the you who doesn’t want anything to do with him.

but you don’t know what goes on in nagi’s head when he says it, and even reo’s taken aback as you gawk, unsure of how to react—because you’d spent a year completely positive that nagi seishiro found you gaudy, garish and gross.

apparently not, is what you realise.

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reaction to you wearing a bikini - reo & nagi (separate)

ft. reo, nagi cw: mentions of gunfire (video games), fem! reader

reo

in preparation for an upcoming pool party with your friends, you had asked your boyfriend to accompany you bikini shopping at the mall. of course, reo, being the filthy rich man he is, agreed to take you to the finest boutiques (he wants you to look better than your friends).

reo followed you across the mall, patiently waiting as you window shopped at each clothes store. after picking out a large selection of bikinis without a care in the world, you hurried to the fitting room.

when you first left the room, his eyes widened like never before; he was entranced by your beauty- captivated by the way the lace ties hugged the sides of your hips ever so tightly.

"woah," he'd finally manage to say, "you look gorgeous..."

you giggled at his compliment and an hour later, you finished trying on all of the bikinis and had thrown them into your shopping basket.

"so, reo, which one looked the best on me? which one should i ge-", before you could finish your sentence, he cuts you off while waving his card in front of you. "all of them. you're getting all of 'em."

you give him a soft frown before pinching his cheek gently. "baby, i don't need twenty-three bikinis, i just n-"

your efforts were futile as reo was already talking to the lady at the cashier.

nagi

for the past thirty minutes, you've been on a facetime call begging nagi to come over so he could compare, rate, and choose the perfect bikinis for you. after all, summer vacation was right around the corner, and you had to prepare the ideal beach wardrobe that would enhance your appearance. so why was nagi refusing to come over, arguing it would be a hassle, despite your persistent pleading? "nagi," you sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration, "can't you just come over? you could bring your nintendo switch too, ya know?" "...nah, 'tis too much of a hassle..." he mumbles softly while concentrating on the rather graphic game running on his computer, flashing lights bouncing off his face and loud gunfire sounds distracting him from focusing on you. then a thought hit you, one that he wouldn't, more accurately couldn't, resist.

so, here you were, posing for nagi and changing into one bikini after another, after drawing his focus away from his ridiculous game and insisting he needed to concentrate on you. upon first noticing your silence, he wasn't concerned and shrugged it off indifferently- that was until he heard your voice calling him from the other end of his phone. "ta-da~" you'd croon, quietly laughing at the look your boyfriend wore—his lips were slightly parted, a light pink blush dusting his pale cheeks. "holy shit," he'd finally gasp, not realizing he was holding in his breath from the breathtaking sight of your half-nude body on his screen, "change into the next one for me, baby." to say the least, you were pleased with yourself for having managed to redirect nagi's attention away from his beloved video games and onto you.

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࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LOVE LETTERS ?! O2: stars aligned,

synopsis: love is a foreign concept, often hard to express in words. except your feelings poured into the sweetest letters, intended for your eyes only. when the saccharine envelopes are mailed out to the five boys you've loved sparks fly, hearts break and chaos ensues. "heavily inspired by tatbilb"

𝖎. series: seishiro nagi x f! reader (she/they) | wc: 7.0k | contents : fake dating trope. kinda? forced proximity. toxic/fake friends, heavy pining. second person (you/your/yours) swearing in italics.

𝖎𝖎. notes: pretend it’s been two days and not two months since i updated this… so sorry wth

⇆ series masterlist prev: parallel lines next: call me baby

MONDAY,

. . . ❀ the weekend dragged on in a hazy blur of ignoring texts and staying curled up in the confines of your bed watching old shoujos, but you couldn’t forget your current predicament.

it felt like a recurring nightmare. and you half wished it was. but it was real. the sick feeling in your stomach. the constant buzzing of your phone. and rensuke kunigami standing outside your house.

your hands faltered, your spoon filled with cereal suspended in the air. the eerie sound of milk dripping off the metal echoed in the kitchen

he was outside your house. of course he was. the two of you always walked to school together. your spoon clattered into your bowl, splashing white droplets onto the kitchen counter

“should i let him in?” your mom asked, the scent of her warm lavender body mist filled the kitchen with a false sense of hope

“no!” you shook your head fervently, “i can’t talk to him mom, i don’t even want to go to school today.”

“you can’t avoid him forever” she sighed, “i told you i didn’t like that kiyomi girl constantly sleeping over, now look what’s happened”

you groaned, pushing your half eaten bowl of cereal away from you. “can you just get him to leave — please?”

your mom exhaled loudly, but she set her phone on the counter and drifted out of the kitchen. you could faintly hear the door opening in the distance and muffled dialogue between them. she returned shortly, with her lips pressed in a thin line and her arms folded across her chest.

you glanced at your phone, watching a notification from kunigami pop up on your lockcreen. you felt awful. you could vividly picture the dejected look fleeting across his face when your mom lied to him

+ 1 new message from: ren you went to school without me?

“you have to sort this mess out” your mom said, shaking her head, “kunigami’s a good kid, don’t throw away your friendship over something so fickle”

“‘s not that easy mom” you frowned, pushing yourself off the stool and smoothing your neatly ironed skirt down, “but i’ll try”

“what are you going to do about meguru and that kid you used to be close with?” she asked, raising a brow as you slung your school bag over your shoulder

you had been ignoring bachira's texts as well, you knew deep down he didn’t deserve it. he'd been really sweet about everything , even going as far as to offer to send his letter back to you. but you couldn't bring yourself to respond.

“who, nagi?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, she hummed in response. “i’ll avoid him too. it shouldn’t be hard, i doubt he’ll go out of his way to talk to me”

"are you sure about that?" she queried, "his letter was pretty intense"

"yeah i'm sure- wait." you narrowed your eyes, "did you read my letters mom?"

"they were cute" she smiled warmly, "you really should get better at hiding things, not that it matters now,"

"thanks" you said through gritted teeth, turning on your heel and making your way towards the front door "i'll be home late, i have to work extra hours to cover my shifts"

"have a good day at school" she called, "or at least try to!"

. . . ❀ you slumped against your desk dejectedly . having a double period of economics first thing in the morning after a subpar weekend seemed like a 'gift' from the devil himself. a gift that went unappreciated, you had suffered enough

it had its silver lining, kunigami wasn't in any of your morning classes. nagi and kiyomi, on the other hand were in some of the classes you had lined up throughout the day. kiyomi rarely attended physical education and you would simply sit beside reo in geography. nagi tended to skip physical education to play video games, he’d be asleep in history too — so that wasn’t a problem.

you heard the scraping sound of the chair beside you being pulled backwards, (e/c) eyes landing on reo mikage. he looked as good as ever, his hair slightly damp from his shower after soccer training and the everpresent scent of his woodsy perfume engulfing him in a soft cloud.

"your hair's wet mikage" you said languidly, your head resting in the cavern of your arms.

"reo" he sighed, sitting down beside you, "and good morning to you too" he was smiling now, the smile that had all the girls at hakuho falling to their knees. except you.

"morning" you hummed, eyes darting around the classroom as the rest of your classmates streamed in.

"you did amazing on friday" reo said, trying to make conversation. you raised a brow. would nagi have told him about the letters? was reo mikage about to congratulate you for being good at writing cringy love letters?

"the semi finals" he added, raking a hand through his lightly dripping hair. you let out a nervous laugh "you guys are really good"

"thanks mikage" you smiled, a soft genuine one that made your eyes sparkle . reo thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. he couldn't fathom why nagi had chosen sora over you in the first place.

"reo" he said, "c'mon just once? everyone calls me reo"

"it's a good thing i'm not everyone then" you said, stretching and leaning back in your seat. you'd been friends with reo since you were fourteen. three years of banter, three years of him secretly pining after you

"can't argue with that" he murmured, averting his warm violet gaze. he half wished he'd received that letter instead of nagi. nagi didn't deserve you. he did

he was the one who'd found the letter in the first place. nagi was too lazy to check his mail. he said it was too much of a hassle, reo had been sifting through bills and soccer academy envelopes when his fingers grazed the faded yellow envelope

he wanted to talk to you about it. he wanted to tell you that you didn't deserve to be a second choice, he wanted to tell you he understood how you'd felt. but he'd be lying then because he wasn't even a choice at all

you gazed out the window absentmindedly, completely oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions storming through reo's mind. you breezed through the case study assigned after mr. ikida finished teaching. sketching graphs and writing detailed evaluations

his notebook remained blank, he wanted to blame it on being exhausted from morning training, but he knew deep down that the reason he couldn't think about production possibility curves, or demand and supply was due to his surplus feelings for you

"i'm assigning you pair projects for your continuous assessments, a powerpoint presentation analysing the effects of demand and supply in terms of economic growth." mr ikida announced

collective groans and complaints echoed in the classroom and his lip curled into a frown.

"you can pick your own partners" he added, "at your own risk, the presentation is due in two weeks"

you nudged reo with your elbow, pulling him from his thoughts "wanna do the project together?"

"do you even have to ask?" he asks, his violet eyes twinkling. you rolled your eyes.

"you weren't even paying attention" you scoffed, scooping your notebooks into your arms. the bell rang shrilly and your chair scraped backwards as you stood up, "see you in pe mikage"

"reo" he corrected, shaking his head fondly, "see you (y/n)"

. . . ❀ the sun hung lowly in the sky and the faint gusts of breeze enveloped you as you ran effortlessly. you were literally and figuratively running away from your problems

your teammates had noticed the tension between you and kiyomi, —you couldn't blame them, you could cut it with a knife — and you decided to bask in solitude. charging ahead of them, floating through the wind on a trajectory

until your serenity came crashing down chaotically. in mere seconds you were sprawled on your hands and knees on the track. your eyes flickered around the burnt orange expanse, searching for the source of your fall and you found it

seishiro nagi. his leg tangled beneath yours and his head blocking out the sun. the glowing rays highlighted his snowy curls in a way that resembled a halo. ironic, because nagi was no angel. they called him the devil's child for a reason

“are you actually insane?” you spat, shooting the snowy-haired boy a glare. your hands grazed the track roughly and you could feel bruises forming on your knees “like genuinely?”

“nah” he says, shaking his head firmly. “you’re the crazy one”

“excuse me?” you inhaled sharply, eyes widening in disbelief. only seishiro nagi could trip you and somehow make it out to be your fault. your mild irritation slowly subsided as he stretched his hand out towards you

“‘m not repeating myself”

“have you always been this annoying?” you ask, taking his hand. you suppressed the burning urge to pull him towards you and leave him sprawled on the bristled track. you stood on the balls of your feet, tentatively stretching out your legs. "what the hell is your problem?"

“i wanted to talk to you, but you’ve been ignoring me” he pointed out, and you purposefully avoided meeting his gaze.

“there’s nothing to talk about” you said matter of factly

“there is” he said, “your letter”

you had two options: come clean or play dumb. you chose the latter, a near convincing look of confusion was plastered on your face, “what letter…?”

“this letter” he shrugged, pulling it out of his pocket. a flash of yellow paper came into your period vision as he languidly waved it around in your face.

this complicated situation was no longer a distant nightmare. your words lay bare. it was real. it was your handwriting, your letter, your everything.

“i’ve never seen that in my life”, you adamantly denied, though your quivering bottom lip betrayed you. he raised a brow and began to read the concluding paragraph out loud.

“so i relinquish you from my heart, seishiro nagi. have fun with sora, i could care less now. the two of you deserve each other anyways. you’re a match-“

“can you give that back?” you hissed, trying to snatch it from him and failing in the process. he effortlessly dangled the letter out of your reach. your face burned with embarrassment. you could feel your classmate's eyes on you.

“i think i’ll keep it” he says, and there’s a near evil smile etched on his face that you weren’t remotely aware he was capable of.

“give it back now” you said, glaring at him with jarring intensity, "or i swear i'll end you."

“‘s mine isn’t it?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, “says dear nagi doesn’t it? ‘s my address too”

“you weren’t supposed to get it” you frowned, “i didn't send them out, kiyomi did behind my back, without my consent, so please give it back nagi”

you tried to reason with him. emphasis on tried. your efforts were in vain, nagi was insufferable

“sei” he corrected, the teasing smile on his lips growing as you seethed with rage and embarrassment.

“what?” you spluttered, a look of utter confusion clouding your visage

“you said calling me nagi felt weird”

“oh my god will you stop quoting that stupid letter” you groaned, “give it back you nuisance”

“‘s not stupid, i want to keep it” he says. shoving it back in his pocket, “‘ve never gotten anything like this before”

“i’m not surprised” you huff meanly, “it’s not like you deserve it”

“is it because i stole your first kiss?” he says carelessly, not understanding the weight of his words, “you said it belonged to me anyway-”

“do you hate me?” you shrieked, covering your face in embarrassment, “like do you want me to drop dead? clearly you do”

“‘m sorry it’s just cute” he says, “‘m sorry for stealing your first kiss too…”

“you should be sorry” you retorted. nagi had a lot to apologise to you for, and this painfully awkward interaction was going to make the top of the list

“i just said i am”

“then give me back the letter nagi”

“sei” he corrected again. his grey eyes sparkled with teasing intensity.

you didn’t even grace him with a response. you could feel kiyomi’s eyes on you. she shot you a smile. hopeful, unsure. you shot her a withering look. this was all her fault, her fickle attempt at playing cupid was ruining your life.

you turned on your heel resolving to continue your warm up. you were growing tired of arguing with nagi, in all honesty.

then you saw him.

he was slightly blurred by the distance but you knew it was him. kunigami. he was heading straight towards you.

“fuck my life” you exhaled, squeezing your eyes shut. maybe if you squeezed them hard enough all of this would go away. you opened your (e/c) eyes tentatively. nope. kunigami was so much closer now.

“i’m so sorry” you murmur before locking lips with nagi infront of the entire class. it wasn’t easy considering how tall he was. your arms snaked around his neck and you stood on the absolute tips of your toes, barely reaching him

he raised his eyebrows in shock and disbelief, and maybe a few drops of amusement but to his credit he kissed you back hard, hand on the small of your back, fingers rubbing circles on your hips

your nerves jittered wildly and your heart thumped so hard in your chest you were sure nagi could feel it against his. but you kept kissing him, drowning in lapse after lapse of poor judgment and the faint scent of minty citrus tinging his lips

it was over almost as soon as it had started. you pulled away hesitantly. eyes locking with nagi’s. his grey eyes are blown wide and his lips look freshly kissed, a bright pink that mirrors the blush dusting his cheeks

“the hell was that?” he breathes out. much to his displeasure you pulled away from his grasp and your eyes dart around the field. kunigami was gone. mission accomplished…but at what cost?

“5 laps ‘round the track sawako and nagi” coach harukaze says, “this isn’t some rom-com, keep the lip-locking off my field”

“sorry” you squeak out, the apology was more towards nagi. he looked shell shocked and utterly bewildered. you almost felt bad for dragging him into this mess. but on the other hand, this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t tripped you. this wouldn't have happened if kiyomi didn't send out your love letters. none of this was your fault.

“‘s fine” he shrugs. but he stares at you as if you’ve sprouted a second head. maybe even a third. he thinks you’re crazy. he thinks you’ve completely lost the plot but he refrains from expressing this because he thinks he's crazy too.

reo is jogging up towards him. looking straight out of a perfume advert. he deserves background music with how beautiful he looks. a paradox of the pain he feels brewing inside his chest after watching you kiss his best friend.

you shoot him a nervous look as you walk towards the white markings of the starting line, leaving the pair standing alone.

“dude what was that?” reo asked, violet eyes tinged with confusion, “i thought you said you were going to talk to her?”

“i was” nagi says, raking a hand through his hair, “we were talking...then she jumped me”

he touched his lips gingerly. it was just sinking in that you’d kissed him. and he’d kissed you back. and he'd liked it. a week after breaking up with sora. didn’t that make him an asshole?

“did she tell you why?” reo prods, snapping nagi out of his trance, he's practically interrogating him now “was it because of the letter?”

“i think so…” nagi trailed off, “i don’t know, this is such a pain”

“nagi! does that look like running two thousand meters to you??” the coach hollers, “less yapping more running beanstalk”

nagi exhales loudly, frustration clouding his face. his brain was throbbing, he’d never had so much to think about at once. he hated being confused.

“talk later” he murmured to reo, before breaking into a lazy jog. his head was swimming . he couldn’t get the stupid kiss out of his head. you tasted like strawberries with faint undertones of something he couldn’t quite place a finger on

why did you have to kiss him?? the letter had already messed with his head significantly and now he was losing it. he almost wanted to trip you again for revenge when you sprinted past him. but he refrained. he had a feeling it wouldn’t result in a sweet earth shattering kiss again, more of an earful of curses

twenty minutes later, you slowed to a halt. beads of sweat trickled down your face and your tongue tasted like sandpaper. the track was completely devoid of sound. no one remained but you, nagi and coach harukaze

“i should really give you extra laps” coach harukaze said, shaking his head discontentedly, “but you’re cutting into my lunch break”

“it won’t happen again” you said, honesty dripped from your words like honey. you meant every word. it truly wouldn’t reoccur. you wouldn’t be kissing nagi on the track. you wouldn’t be kissing him, period. you’d resolved to pretend he didn’t exist — nagi..? didn’t ring any bells

“i should hope not” he scoffed, turning his attention away from you and bearing the brunt of his glare on nagi, “and you casanova, have detention with me again for skipping practice this morning”

nagi blew his bangs out of his face exasperatedly. “‘m not gonna come”

“ahh you insolent brat” coach harukaze seethed, “i’ll bench you for the rest of the season!”

“you wouldn’t, 'm your star player"

“both of you, pick up all the cones and take them to the storage closet” your coach ordered, “and maybe clean it up while you’re at it”

“no way” you spluttered in protest, “let nagi do it by himself, he’s the one mouthing off”

“do you want detention too, miss president?” he asked, a menacing grin blooming across his face. "friday wasn't enough for ya?" you shook your head fervently. you wholeheartedly believed this day couldn’t get any worse

“no thank you” you murmured weakly. moving to pick up the cones and batons scattered on the track. you wanted to get this over and done with as fast as possible-

“why’d you kiss me?” nagi asked, as if his words held no weight, “do you still like me or something?”you thought he would've gone off and left you to do all the work by now. instead, he settled for trailing you like a shadow.

you don’t grace him with a response. convincingly acting as if he was no more than a fly. you’d hoped he’d take the hint and leave you to your own devices. you were irritated and sweaty, all you wanted to do was take a shower and change out of your pe uniform that was clinging to your skin. but you were stuck hauling physical education equipment

you’d dumped the last of the cones in the storage closet, sneezing quietly as a storm of dust filled your senses. then nagi’s voice piped up again

“ look, you’re great in your own way. but i’m not ready for another relationship” the words sounded mechanical, as if he'd been practising them in his head for the last few minutes — he had.

the tenderness in which he said your name almost melted your heart completely. almost

“i don’t want you” you said plainly, folding your arms over your chest “not even in the slightest.”

“then why did you kiss me?” he asked, sounding completely helpless. you were driving him near insanity. he hated being confused. he hated having to think so much, to feel so much. he was losing his mind.

“it’s none of your business” you shrugged, pushing the closet door open and stepping into the hallway

“it is my business! you kissed me in front of our entire form class” he spluttered, trailing after you

“well go figure it out yourself then, since you know so much”

“what- sawako-” he started, but you bolted then. and he couldn’t be bothered to chase after you. nagi really didn’t understand girls. he figured you were all wired differently. so complicated. so confusing

. . . ❀ “you did what???” bachira exclaimed, his vibrant sunny eyes nearly popping out of his head, “you kissed nagi?? (y/n) you kissed-”

“megs keep your voice down” you huffed, covering his mouth with your hand. his mom let out an explosive laugh as she spun around in her chair. your face flushed with embarrassment, “it was a mistake!”

“he doesn’t think that” he laughed, squirming away from you, before nudging you with his elbow. you had half a mind to dump his pineapple flavoured soda water over his head

bachira didn’t go to hakuho high with you, he went to namikaze in an entirely different prefecture, but his mom was substituting as an art teacher whilst your teacher was on maternity leave. the brunette with mesmerizing golden highlights only stopped by to drop lunch off for yu,

then he’d stick around and keep you company, cross-legged on the carpet, while his mom ate her food and chipped in occasionally

“he can think whatever he wants” you shrugged, passing meguru the pack of sour skittles you shared between you, “and he can burn that letter while he’s at it”

“ooo speaking of letters” bachira sang, pulling his out of his bag and handing it to you, the wrinkled envelope had blue ink splotches beside peeling off dolphin stickers “you can have this back”

“thank you” you sighed, relief washing over you, “sorry for not texting you back all weekend, i was such a mess”

“nahhh” he giggled, waving you off, “‘m sure you got a billion other messages from your cute little harem”

“i did” you groaned, slumping against the wall, “kunigami must’ve called me at least a hundred times by now” guilt crawled under your skin. you’d promised kuni things wouldn’t change between you and they had, "and he wanted to walk to school with me this morning"

“you can’t avoid him forever” he quipped, chugging his pineapple favoured ramune with vigor, “i would've taken you hostage by now and forced you to talk to me. nagi had the right idea"

“yeah you would ‘cause you’re a freak” you said, scrunching up your nose and scowling at him. "you and nagi are a bunch of weirdos"

“a freak you were in love with” he giggled. you swat at him playfully, “you’re so cute (y/n)”

“oh my god shut up” you sigh, rolling your eyes exasperatedly, “i wish kiyomi never sent those out”

“why did she anyway?” bachira asks, curiosity shining in his eyes like a red giant star, “i know you said she wanted to play cupid but that can't be the only reason. what if she's secretly in love with you? that's romantic as hell you've gotta hand it to her”

“you’re crazy” you splutter, and you can hear yu snickering under her breath “you don’t even try to hide it..”

“kiyomi’s the crazy one” he mutters, shaking his head, “thank you for the letter though”

“you’re not welcome”

“i’m serious!!!”

“you’re never serious”

“i mean it (n/n)” he says, and all the usual playfulness in his voice is gone, “it’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me”

“that’s actually cute” you murmur, ruffling his already messy hair, “you’re welcome megs”

unlike the other boy’s you’d loved before, you’d never really stopped loving bachira. your feelings for him just became platonic, as they had with kunigami until they started bubbling up again.

“just keep your head up” bachira said, cupping your face in his hands and squishing your cheeks together “it can’t get any worse”

“don’t jinx it” you say, shaking your head, “i’ll text you later megs” you reluctantly stand up from the comfortable carpet, smoothing your skirt down and slipping out of the art room

. . . ❀ you’re in a daze as you trudge to geography, you’d typically sit beside kiyomi, but that was out of the question. you opted to sit beside reo instead. the stream of questions came as soon as you came in contact with the chair

“so…you and nagi huh?” he hums, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips, it doesn't quite reach his violet eyes

you sigh, embarrassment tinging your face, “did he tell you about the letter? did you know about it this morning?”

"yes.... i saw it first” he admits sheepishly, rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck “he’s too lazy to check his mail so i do it for him, but there's no need to feel embarrassed or anything, it's just me”

“i’m screwed” you sigh, “mikage can you fly me out to mars or something?” you'd rather be anywhere than on earth right now. you'd even settle for burning on the sun.

“can’t do that” he hummed, “not when you’re dating my best friend”

“i’m not-” you spluttered, "we're not- i'm not dating nagi,"

“that’s not what he said” he shrugs, picking up his pen nonchalantly and flicking through his notebook

“what…?” could nagi possibly be annoying.. and delusional? you wouldn't put it past him. nagi was a complex jigsaw puzzle that you were once able to comprehend. now he was a mystery to you. (and vice versa)

“kunigami asked him about you during lunch” reo explained, “he just waltzed up to our table and started interrogating us”

“and what did nagi say?” you queried, curiosity and nausea clung to your being. "is he crazy? kunigami knows we don't talk at all, there's no story convincing enough to negate that"

“well he said he really liked you, said he saw you a lot at the konbini during spring break” reo shrugged "he also said you were keeping it on the downlow, and kiyomi was mad because you kept it a secret so she sent out the letters"

"oh" you gasped, nagi had singlehandedly helped you solve your problems. he had no reason to. you weren't friends. you weren't even on good terms, "why the hell would he do that??"

“kunigami believed it” reo raised a brow, completely bewildered, “the drama is more or less over now shouldn’t you be relieved?”

“it's not really over, she sent out five letters. though i would be under normal circumstances.” you mused, “but nagi isn’t normal,”

“point taken” reo laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement, “are you going to keep up the charade..?” he doesn't want you to. he's butthurt that you'd written five love letters and he wasn't the receiver of a single one

“obviously not” you splutter, “first and foremost…sora would kill me?? she's already going to kill me for kissing him” you said the last part under your breath

“sora’s the one who dumped nagi” reo pointed out, ever the critical thinker, “she cheated on him with a college kid, why would she care?”

“because she practically owns him” you said pointedly, “everyone knows that nagi belongs to sora, he always”

“nagi’s his own person” reo said defensively, as mad as he was about this entire situation, he jumped to his best friend's defence. you raise an eyebrow skeptically, but chose to reserve your comments.

an uncomfortable silence hangs between you and reo for the rest of the hour. you’re elated when the bell rings and you bolt out of mr. mishima's class

your short-lived happiness depletes and your jaw drops when you see nagi waiting for you beside your locker, as if he had a right to be there. he gave you a once over, sleepy grey eyes locking with your (e/c) ones

“can you move” you say impatiently, avoiding his burning gaze. he shook his head, heavy lidded eyes fixed on you

“tell me why you kissed me first” he said, "you owe me that much"

“can you…get over that?” you muttered, “it was just a kiss, i didn’t make-out with you or anything”

his eyebrows furrowed slightly and a pink tinge crept up his face, “so it meant nothing to you?”

“it meant nothing to you when you kissed me in middle school” you countered, nudging him out of the way with your hip

he wanted to argue with you, he wanted to tell you it was his first kiss too and it meant a lot to him. but he didn’t. he moved out of your way wordlessly and he watched you fish out your history books with an almost wistful expression on his face

“why would you tell kunigami we’re dating?” you asked, narrowing your gaze as you slammed your locker shut. "as a matter of fact, why would you come up with that story for me?"

he shrugs. you’re beyond irritated by his nonchalant attitude . you’re almost tempted to pull his hair out. you think it looks stupid, curling around his face, making him look cute when he was actually the worst

“can you answer me?” you asked, he spared you a brief glance before walking away. you stormed after him, steam nearly blowing off the top of your head

you tug at his slightly rumpled blazer as he strolls in-front of you. he tilts his head and shoots you an expectant look. your stomach turns, butterflies erupting and making your face heat up.

“let me walk you to class first” he says, “then i’ll answer you”

“in your dreams” you scoff, swerving around him and speed walking to class. he’s not very far behind you and when you plop down on your seat, he sinks into the chair beside you

“can’t you sit somewhere else?” you ask, “you’re drawing unnecessary attention to us” you didn't really mind, kunigami usually sat beside you in history and that would've been an absolute shit show

“us?” he asks, he’s smiling now and you want more than nothing to wipe it away. even if you have to kiss it off his stupid face.

“you are insufferable” you sigh, “just go to sleep or something” you didn’t need to tell him twice. nagi had been fighting sleep all day. he was beyond drained, due to a late night gaming session and the unwavering train of thoughts powering through his head.

“okay” he murmurs sleepily, leaning against you and resting his head in the crook of your neck. he feels you tense up against him and he smiles. fair play, you'd done worse to him today.

“stop it” you whisper harshly, trying to pry him away, “have you finally lost it?"

"'m trying to help you" he shrugs, but to your relief, he slips off your shoulder and slumps against the table. closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep

you take this opportunity to examine his features; his chalky pale skin and sharp cheekbones and soft white hair, falling against his face. you're hyperaware of him. of how his eyelashes brush his cheeks when he turns his head towards the window, hyperaware of his steady breathing

with the sunlight streaming through the classroom window bathing his body and casting a golden glow across your face, he looks ethereal. the soft look on his face chipped at your newfound hatred for him. you almost liked him when he was docile and asleep. almost

you forced your eyes away from his sleeping form. you stared at your history notes as the class progressed uneventfully. you tried to focus on the lecture but your brain was still running amok

you'd had such a long day. you hands fisted themselves in frustration as you replayed the last few days in your head. you couldn't believe this was your life now. all the drama, the irrational decisions. it felt like you were the tragic main character in a cliché love story

you'd kissed nagi. in front of kunigami. in front of everyone. and even worse, your love letters were out. you didn't even want to imagine rin's reaction. or isagi's. you sighed, rubbing your face tiredly.

nagi shifts, pulling you out of your spiralling thoughts. you turn your head to check if he was stirring and finally waking up and found him still sound asleep.

except his head was resting near your arms on your desk. for some reason, you couldn't stop yourself from staring at him. you were irritated now. why did he have to look good? why couldn't he look like a troll so you could hate him with ease?

oh god he smelled nice too. 'don't think about nagi' you scolded yourself mentally 'he's insufferable and he's a nuisance' you looked back down at your notes, determined to pretend he didn't exist

after what felt like hours the lesson finally came to an end and you packed your stuff quickly. you moved to stand up and leave when an hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked you back down

you fell ungraciously onto your seat and shot nagi a withering glare. kunigami catches your eye as he leaves the classroom. auburn eyes heavy with underlying sadness. you felt awful. you swallowed, averting your gaze.

your gaze flies back to the boy beside you, who's now gazing down at you, a soft, sleepy smile playing at his lips. a wolf in sheep's clothing. one would think he wasn't pure evil.

"we can talk now" nagi yawns. you shake free of his hold before he's able to pull you any closer.

"what makes you think i'm still interested in anything you have to say?" you retort coolly. he cocks his head slightly at you

"stop being confusing" nagi complains, "'s such a pain"

"stop being annoying" you shoot back. he grumbles but to your satisfactions he doesn't argue. you sigh exasperatedly before continuing, "i guess we can head to the field"

he’s surprised when you loop your hand through his and tug him behind you. so much for not wanting to draw attention to yourself...nagi stumbles forward slightly, caught off guard, before following along.

his hand was warm in yours, sparks stung your palms and you dropped it like it was blazing metal. he shot you a confused look but he said nothing as you walked through the hallways and made your way outside. you hightailed it to the bleachers and sat down, wringing your hands in your lap

nagi took his sweet time sitting down. shuffling over until he was right next to you, propped up on his forearms. the sun cast the skyline muted shades of orange, pink, and blue.

"why did you cover for me?" you ask, "and don't ask me why i kissed you, because you're smart enough to put two and two together"

"'cause we're friends" he shrugged, "'s a hassle but i'm helping you"

"we haven't been friends for years" you point out, "and i said you were on the waiting list"

"i know" nagi replies, "but i still helped you" you wanted to know why he had. nagi was selfish. you knew that. but here he was proving you wrong. it unnerved you.

"i'm telling kunigami we broke up" you said simply. nagi blinked at you in surprise. he really didn't understand you. but he found that he wanted to. he had before, it shouldn't be too hard now.

"why would you do that?" he asked, raising a brow

"because we're not even dating, he deserves to know the truth" you shrugged, crossing your legs and leaning comfortably on the metal seat behind you "and you’re hooked on sora"

“‘m not” he said adamantly. although he wasn’t fooling you at all. not in the slightest. you shook with peals of laughter, the saccharine sounds wafting around the empty field

“you so are. you’ve been on and off for ages. she’ll come crawling back in a few weeks and you'll go back to her without hesitating”

"'s not funny" he frowns. his typical 'x' pout more prominent than ever, " and 's not true either, i'm done with her"

“it is funny nagi," you say, stifling your giggles, "and she's not done with you. i'm sure the college guy won't last a week" you pat his arm reassuringly, but his frown deepens. you're sure he's about to cuss you out, but the words that leave his lips nearly floor you..

“date me.”

"what??" you splutter, "are you crazy?"

"it’ll drive her insane” he pleads, “she’s always been jealous of you"

"that's even worse" you said appalled, "she'll get revenge on me for being with you. which is pointless because i don't even like you."

"i'll make it worth it" he said, and he sounds desperate now. his grey eyes drip with abundant pleas. his hands are clasped together.

"i’ll think about it" you say, locking eyes with him, he anticipated your verdict with bated breath "yeah hell no! i just told you she’ll kill me??"

“if we're being realistic ‘s not like you have a choice” he says, “with your love letter predicament,”

“you’re annoying” you frown, “has anyone ever told you that?”

"you have, dunno about anyone else 'though” he says truthfully, he probably wouldn’t have been paying attention “ just say yes, ‘s not a real relationship. it's just until everything blows over” 

you contemplate what he said for a minute. for once you had to admit he was being completely logical. you couldn’t deny it. after all, you had no other option, and you needed this more than he did.

if rin or yoichi wrote you back you'd have more on your plate and having a 'boyfriend' would make things less awkward....

"fine" you sigh reluctantly. if anyone had told you a few days ago, that your lover letters would be out and you were agreeing to a fake relationship with nagi — who you hadn't spoken to in ages — you would've called them crazy. but here you were

"solid" he grins, stretching out his hand to shake on it you stare down at his big, veiny extended hand and swat it away.

“we need a contract first” you shook your head, pulling open one of your notebooks and searching for a pen.

“ahhh you’re such a pain” he groaned, “what do we need a contract for, i'm not paying you, you're not paying me”

“boundaries” you said , “work with me, lazy”

“‘m not lazy” he huffed, but relented. he watched intently as you wrote out a title in intricate cursive.

fake dating contract ⭑ 1. no kissing

"first condition, no kissing" you recited aloud. you glance up from your notebook and see a gobsmacked expression on nagi's face. he spluttered uncharacteristically 

“what??” he was dumbfounded, “how are people supposed to think we’re dating if we don’t kiss”

“hand holding, hugs” you said, listing them out on your fingers, “insta posts etcetera”

“you’re joking right?” he asks, “‘s not a very funny joke”

“do i look like i’m joking?” you say impatiently, “the rule stands loser, why do you want to kiss me so bad??”

“whatta pain” he grumbles, pulling out his phone and loading into an fps game. the blaring music filled the silence between you. "sora was always asking me to write her notes, add that to the contract”

“that is so corny" you grimaced, but the idea of nagi writing you cute little post-it notes didn't seem all that bad

⭑ 2. nagi has to write (y/n) notes

"'s funny you say that, considering the fact you're in this mess because of your corny love letters" he chuckles

you shoot him a meaningful glare as you write down the next condition “you have to come to my volleyball games”

"you should come to my soccer games too, it’s only fair"

⭑ 3. we have to go to each other's games

"you’ve got to make me your wallpaper" you said, he glanced at his phone and shrugged. he didn’t really mind. once all this was over he could just change it back to choki

"you gotta make me yours too" he yawns, resting his cheek against his knuckles and gazing at you.

“ughh” you grimace, “c’mere let me take a picture of you then” you take a moment to appreciate the setting sun's warm glow, casting beautiful shadows on nagi's face as he gazes sleepily at you. the soft hues of the setting sun and the shadows it casts dance on his face as you take the picture

as much as you hate to admit it, it's pretty cute. you return to scribbling in your book as he settles back into his game. or at least that's what you thought. he wordlessly takes a picture of you writing the condition down in your notebook. he thinks you look pretty like this. focused and concentrated with your brow furrowed in concentration

“delete that” you say, not even looking up from your notebook. he shakes his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. as weird as this was, he didn't mind hanging out with you

"'s my new wallpaper" he shrugs, "it's candid"

you scowl lightly but you let it go. none of this was real. it didn't matter "whatever loser, we have to go on dates too”

“that's fine, just no house parties, except the sports ones” he says, "sora was always dragging me to those"

“when have i ever gone to a house party?” you laugh, "i mean casual dates, like arcades or whatever. you can pick i guess"

he'd like that, more than he was willing to admit, even if it wasn't real. his dates with sora were painfully boring. shopping, partying. nothing he enjoyed. it didn't makes sense for him to compare you to sora, after everything, but he couldn't help it. you were consuming his thoughts

"sure" he said nonchalantly, his eyes glued to the fps game on his phone.

“also no snitching” you add, “mikage already knows but i guess he’s trustworthy. we can’t tell anyone else this is fake”

"that would defeat the entire purpose” you had to agree with him on that. you gave your list a once over. you could always add more to the contract if the need arose.

⭑ 1. no kissing ⭑ 2. nagi has to write (y/n) notes ⭑ 3. we have to go to each other's games ⭑ 4. we have to go on dates ⭑ 5. no snitching

"okay sign” you said, handing him the pen and the notebook. you grabbed them back almost instantly “wait i forgot one!!” you said, “no falling in love, this is temporary”

“haven’t you already broken that one?” he mused, raising an eyebrow at you. your cheeks flushed and you shoved the notebook into his hands

“just sign the contract nagi"

tags 🏷️: @nishimaru @peachesncats @shacha (open)

©y2kuromi 𝜗𝜚 2024 please do not plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

[portgaes]

MADE WITH LOVE

summary: when your comedically unfortunate timings catch the attention of nagi, he finds himself becoming enamored— so decides to make you a gift with 100% of his effort.. and love.

warnings: fluff lol, reo’s number 1 wingman, oblivious to feelings nagi, it's long i didn't mean for it to be this long..

A/N: inspired by @noomon’s list of nagi ideas where nagi tries to learn one of ur hobbies but he sucks but make it um. gifting. thx to ellie for beta reading this thats the only reason i got it done tn😭

“i hate this.”

the scent of flour hangs in the air and paints nagi’s clothing.

“don’t give up now nagi,” reo frowns and pats the dejected boy on his shoulder. “think about y/n’s reaction once you give her this!”

if you were to compare reo’s sparkling excitement to nagi’s radiating dread, one would have thought it was reo’s suggestion to make you a gift. lo and behold, it was nagi’s idea.

“i give up,” nagi slumps back into his chair, abandoning the dough he had been kneading for a solid two minutes. “think i’ll just buy some bread.” reo shakes his head and pulls the boy back up, causing a small groan to leave nagi.

“then it’s pointless nagi. you’re putting in your love and effort! there’s no nagi love in convenience store bread,” the younger boy tuts and pats the side of the bowl. “besides, you’re almost done with the hardest part.”

nagi goes back to kneading and brooding. making bread was indubitably harder than playing football, he notes to himself. everything was usually a piece of cake for him, and everything usually turned out fine when he puts a half-assed effort into it.

so why, he’s wondering to himself, is he struggling so much with your gift?

if you were to ask reo, he would have the right answer—it’s because nagi’s actually trying.

the first time nagi and reo saw you, it was on their way to school early in the morning. almost comically, you suddenly appear around a corner, rushing past them with a single piece of toast in your mouth.

“ah,” nagi points. “like an anime character.”

reo looks in the direction of nagi’s finger and before they know it, you’re gone. he laughs and agrees before the two go on with the rest of their day.

it doesn’t cross either of their minds until you’re running around at school yet again with a baked bun in your mouth. only this time, it’s straight into their morning class.

laughter erupts through the entire classroom at your late entrance, reo included. but reo also notices how nagi stares instead of sleeping, how his stare follows you, moving haphazardly into your seat. you’re struggling with your bags and books, papers and pens flying everywhere.

you really are like a character out of the mangas he reads, nagi thinks. a smile ghosts across his lips.

nagi doesn’t fall asleep in any of the classes you’re in.

reo soon realizes, long before nagi, that the snow-haired boy was suffering from a crush. reo also realizes that without his help, nagi would never comprehend this fact.

and so here they were on a sunday evening.

“is the timer done yet..”

“if it was done, you’d be hearing it,” reo deadpans. “besides, you were the one who wanted to make y/n fresh bread,” he shifts his body. “you like her?”

nagi’s face remains the same but his hands stop moving.

“no.”

“you do too.”

“nuh-uh.”

the younger scoffs and scrolls through his playlist.

“so you just make homemade bread for anybody?”

nagi resumes kneading, though his eyes are now glued to the bowl instead of reo. avoiding eye contact, a habit of nagi’s when he’s lying.

“no. just worried for her,” he prods the dough mindlessly. “store bread doesn’t taste good.”

“thought you wanted to buy some earlier,” reo recalls. “would you make me bread?”

“no.”

“wha-? hey!”

nagi snorts at his best friend’s annoyed tone.

“you can ‘fford private chefs.. think you can buy fresh bread yourself.”

reo rolls his eyes but a small part of him is glad that nagi really did like you. there was finally something other than football that nagi was passionate about.

it feels like ages before the dough is in the oven, leaving an exhausted nagi to collapse onto reo’s couch. he hates the ache in his arms, he hates the powder dusting his torso, and he hates how out of breath he is.

but when he closes his eyes and his thoughts wander to your beaming face, eyes twinkling with excitement at the sight of his freshly made gift, his arm rests on his face to hide an oncoming blush.

the work wasn’t too bad, he decides.

it’s early morning when nagi decides to go to class. it’s so early in fact, that he has to text reo to not pick him up like how he usually does (which was prompted with a ‘WHAT?’ followed by a surplus of messages that nagi chooses to ignore.)

in truth, he woke up early to warm up the bread so that you could have a hot breakfast. but due to his poor foresight (and not that he was in a hurry to see you!), he’s in his wooden seat staring out the window, thirty minutes early.

a sigh escapes him as he hugs the loaf of bread inside his forever-unbuttoned blazer to keep it warm. the feeling of embarrassment slowly creeps up onto him and he’s glad there’s no one there to see how much of a lovestruck idiot he looked like in that moment. he needed the alone time to figure out how he would give it to you, anyway.

it’s not until then that he comes to the revelation that he’s never uttered a word to you, and he starts to think that handing a stranger food wasn’t his brightest idea. and for once, he absolutely hates that he’s an outcast— he curses to himself, hoping that the ‘weirdo’ rumors about him hadn’t reached your ears. but when his body is sweating and heating up from hugging your precious present close, he knows it’s too late to back out.

the next half hour, he decides, is now dedicated to calming himself down, to compose himself before seeing your face. he figures he’ll have an extra ten minutes after class starts until you arrive, considering your perfect history of tardiness. and probably the rest of the class, since he can’t talk to you in the middle of a lesson. and… at this point, he’s coming up with excuses to prolong his encounter with you.

so it’s to his surprise when the door bursts open while your panting, heaving figure is tripod-ing at the classroom entrance, leaving nagi’s jaw to hang at the unexpected intrusion. your timing is always comedically horrid.

“hah.. n-nagi.?”

he stills like a deer in headlights— your words are so shaky that nagi isn’t sure if he heard them correctly, that you actually knew his name. upon hearing his lack of response, you swallow and collapse onto the floor.

“didn’t think i’d see.. anybody here! at this time!” you’re bright, a harsh contrast to the cloudy sky by his side and the mess of a state you’re in. he unfreezes and looks at you curiously, though his lips are still sealed shut.

he’s only heard your voice a couple of times, the few being when you’re called on in a lecture. your responses usually consisted of “ums” and “ahs,” but your answers were always cheerful and full of confidence, even when they were completely wrong. nagi really liked that about you.

“you alright?”

there wasn’t anything in your mouth today, but he’s too nervous to ask.

“y..yeah!” you’re grinning now, accentuating the rosiness of your cheeks. he wonders if you were flushed from the running, or if you put on extra blush today. he likes it, either way. “i’m finally early today!”

“yeah.. you woke up on time?”

“i always wake up super early actually,” standing up, you dust off your uniform and make your way to your seat, just two rows behind him diagonally. “‘cause i gotta, urgh, help my parents with their convenience store!” you’re tugging at your bag’s strap that stuck on a nearby table. he shifts in his seat to watch.

“so.. how are you early today?” nagi’s glad your attention is directed on the unbudging bag— he wouldn’t be able to hold a coherent conversation with you otherwise.

“they felt bad once the school sent home, like, ten million notices about my tardiness,” you’re pulling with all of your body weight now. “ugh— so! they told me to just go to class today, but that means i woke up early for no reason! and i ran here out of habit.”

he isn’t sure what comes over him; maybe it’s your struggle that bothers him, or maybe he wants you to look at him, but nagi gets up to unhook your bag from its situation. there’s only a brief glance thrown your way but he coughs to hide his amusement when he catches your astonished face.

“wow, you’re good! you’re not at all weird like what other people say,” you hug your bag and place it down by your seat, where it’s supposed to be. “except for whatever you’re hiding in your uniform right now. what’s in there?”

fuck.

he had completely forgotten about the bump protruding from his stomach. the bread’s warmth suddenly feels scorching to the touch, now that you’re really staring at him with big, curious eyes.

“ah.. ‘ts nothin’.”

“come on, let me see!”

he doesn’t expect you to come so close so really, it can’t be blamed when he stumbles back and accidentally drops your gift. conveniently right onto the floor, open for the world (you) to see. a wave of embarrassment washes over him when you squat down and stare, both at him on the floor and the loaf of bread.

“you hungry or something?”

he groans and lets his back fall back toward the ground.

“no. ‘ts not for me,” he’s burning a hole into the ceiling with his eyes.

“for birds?”

“no.”

“dogs?”

“no..”

“reo?”

he groans at the sound of his best friend’s name leaving your lips.

“for you.”

you’re barely able to hear the two mumbled words as he hides his face. your gaze flickers from him to the bread. him to the bread. him, to the bread, to your knees.

for you?

nagi still doesn’t look at you, or the ceiling for that matter, opting to bury his face in his sleeves instead. he doesn’t realize that you’re now hovering over his gift.

“did you buy it on the way here?”

“made it.”

he hears the crinkle of plastic, which gives him the courage to take a peek at you picking up the baked good. there’s a feeling inside him he can’t quite pinpoint when you’re holding it close to you– like he’s the one you’re holding close to your heart instead. maybe it’s own wishful thinking.

“i didn’t take you for a baker.”

“‘m not. i just,” he sits up and crosses his legs. “just wanted you to have some fresh bread. not the store stuff you always have in the morning.”

his breath hitches when you sit down right in front of him, knees touching his. he stares at your lap, where the bread resides.

“you were worried about me?” your leg bounces a little, in happiness he assumes.

“a little.”

when he looks up, he’s met with your shining smile, one that he wants to engrain into his mind. 

“i didn’t take you for a worrier, either.” he looks away.

“‘m not.”

“y’know nagi,” he can’t keep his eyes off you, his eyes trailing back to your figure at the sound of your voice. you’re tearing off chunks of the loaf, popping it straight into your mouth. he watches, a little too intently, but you’re too busy eating to see. “i was in such a rush this morning, i completely forgot to eat.” you talk with your mouth open, he notices. “you’re my savior.”

your tongue glides over the bottom of your lips to clean the crumbs and he has to avert his gaze again. 

“is it good?”

“really, really, good. i seriously might hate you once i finish this.”

he bites back a small smile upon hearing your whine.

“ah?”

your fingers tap his right knee, a simple touch that he knows means nothing more than your inability to sit still, but it still sets his heart racing. 

“i’ll never be able to go back to the bread from the store now.” you groan and drop your head right into his lap. you’re trying to kill him, he’s convinced. “you’re the worst, nagi.”

hesitance instructs his movements, showing itself through the awkward movement of his fingers and the way his hand hovers over your head for a minute too long. 

“can make you more.. if you want.” rigidly, his hand strokes your head. you jolt straight up and he’s afraid that somehow, he had hurt or scared you, but your eyes shine once more with that innocent excitement.

“you serious? promise?”

there’s not a chance he can say no when faced with the expression on your face right now. it’s like his body moves on its own when he nods his head right away. your lips curve up to form a smile and open to say something before the chime of the morning bell cuts you short. it isn’t long before students are streaming in, forcing you two to scramble back into your desks off the floor.

he can’t help but feel a little disappointed but he brushes it off– he had done more than he wanted.

ten minutes pass before a note is passed onto his desk.

“come with me after school to my parent’s store!! i’ll treat you!” it reads in swirly writing with no name signed, but he knows better.

it was a gift and you shouldn’t be giving him anything back, he thinks. but being handed the opportunity to spend more time with you on a silver platter, how can he say no?

it’s the least he can get in return for all his hard work.

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Masterlist

Pairing: Nagi x fem! reader

Warnings: Reader had shitty bfs

BASED ON YAMADA KUN TO LEVEL 999

„What the hell!“ your best friend yelled into your ear making it slightly ring and throb in pain but you didn’t care at the moment. “Are you for real?! He dumped you because that asshole was cheating on you with a girl that you met in the game you played together!”

That’s right.

You were just dumped by your boyfriend for two years because he decided to date a girl that he met in your shared guild in the game. The game was called “Angel or Devil” also short known as AoD. It was a Rpg game where you could decide between 8 classes of which 4 were from the angel race and the other 4 from the devil race.

It wasn’t like you weren’t interested in these types of games before but you knew you would spend money once you started AoD because of the character customization feature.

But after your boyfriend had played it you wanted to as well because it would’ve been a way how you could have spent more time together in your busy life.

You even joined the same guild and everyone there knew that you were dating. Well, not anymore and it didn’t matter either. Your relationship was over.

“You know that you should get your life together soon or you will miss too many college classes. He wasn’t worth it anyway. Did you never think that he was a scumbag? Well, I gotta go now. Still, have a class in twenty minutes”

With those words, your friend left you all alone and had to deal with your feelings. You felt like crying but that was what you had done the past few hours, so your eyes already hurt.

“This sucks! That jerk!” you whined out slamming your head on the small table that you were sitting next to.

After that, you whined in pain but the throbbing was soon ignored as you felt another wave of tears filling your eyes. How could he have done this to you? You thought that he loved you. The only thing that had been different lately was that he didn’t want to play together with you anymore.

You thought it was because he was busy but no. He much rather played with the girl he met in the game! He was the worst.

You soon grabbed your laptop and started the game. You didn’t feel like deleting it. After all, you spent money on the game so you could at least try to enjoy it on your own.

Though one thing was different than usual. There were over twenty messages from people of your guild.

“Why did you cheat on your boyfriend?!” “Dating in a game is the worst!”

“Good that he left you”

You started at the messages in disbelief. What had that scumbag told them? Your lips started to tremble as you read over the letters that shined in that white glow on your laptop. The people that you had thought of as friends now all believed that asshole and were against you.

If that wasn’t the worst thing you were kicked out of the guild as well, permanently banned. The people who sent you those messages blocked you as well so there was no way that you were able to explain yourself.

Rather than sad because of the breakup you were mad. So very mad. And at that moment, you decided you wanted revenge, but you didn’t know how yet.

You spawned in the main spawn area now that you didn’t have a guild to spawn into. You should join a really strong one and make friends with some pro gamers so you could show off. But no. That would be wrong, would it?

“Hey Hey” a message popped up in your private chat. You checked the username and it didn’t ring a bell. “Noier” What a weird name.

“Hi?” you typed back.

“I’m over there” A character with a weird hair color came onto your screen. The hair was white, faded to pink, and then again faded into green. You didn’t know this was a feature in the customization at all. Besides that, you could only tell that her character was from the angel race but besides that nothing really let you see the class.

“Do you want to join my guild? I want to try recruiting new members :3” was the next message you received. You eyed it for a second a bit suspicious that a stranger asked you to join their guild but you didn’t think much of it. You could always leave if you got uncomfortable.

“Sure”

You saw how Noiers character made a little dance with a emote that made you smile because it fit to the cute aesthetic of the character.

Not even two minutes later you got a system notification.

“You have been invited into the “Rose Garden” Guild. Would you like to join? Yes No”

You haven’t heard the name of that guild before. It must be a small one or one from an international server. If it was the second option you knew that you had to deal with the lag if you wanted to go hunting on the guild's hunting grounds. Would they even have that? Yes. Every guild must at least have two forest hunting grounds and one dungeon.

“N/n joined the guild”

That was the newest notification as your character was transported to the new guild. And for a second you thought you joined the wrong guild.

All looked so different from your previous guild! It was so much better!

The spawn room looked so much more expensive! The inventory of the guild was filled with high-rank materials! And as you looked at the map you were only able to gasp. They had every single hunting ground in the whole game.

“I hope you like it here :3 Our guild is small but I hope you like it here”

Small? But how were they able to get all of these materials?

You checked the member list and there were indeed only around 10 people. And only six have been online in the last few weeks.

Noier

Seishiro

Reo-kun

Yoiagi

Hioyo

Apioli

Weird names but yours wasn’t better. It was just a combination of your first and last name. Maybe those people thought the same.

That’s how you changed the guild that somehow changed your life for the better.

“What? He cheated on you! Just like your previous boyfriend” Your boyfriend screamed in your ear and somehow that triggered a déjà vu in your mind.

“Yeah. Almost the same story but this time we were in different guilds. And he broke up with me before he asked her out” You sighed as you leaned back against your bed trying to clear your head a bit.

“You got a notification. From Noier. It says that there is a festival soon for the game and if you wanted to join them go there” your friend read out loud.

“Just accept” you sighed not caring much. You felt like crying. Another boyfriend lost because of that stupid game!

“I will come with you to the festival. Don’t trust those people yet. I mean they're strangers from the game”

You only nodded not really caring what she was saying. You had other troubles right now.

“I will get some food. You can play a bit if you want”

You nodded again, grabbing your laptop. No one was really online in the guild right now before you started hunting.

Thanks to your ex-boyfriend you learned a strong attack move but seeing the power button now filled you with anger as you killed the pastel-colored slime mobs that were just spawning in the area.

You were just destroying the mobs until you accidentally broke a bush revealing a character with white hair and a gigantic wizard head. It felt like a jumpscare from the suddenness if you were honest.

Seishiro. That was the name that was displayed as the character's name. You knew all the members of the guild pretty well already besides them. Somehow it just never got to a conversation.

“Hi Seishiro” you typed in the chat waiting for an answer.

One minute passed…

A second minute passed…

And then you finally got the small ding sound from a notification.

“Hi”

He took two minutes to write one word!?

“What are you doing?”

“Hunting. You?” His reply appeared after two minutes again. He must be a slow typer or something. But how was he the strongest member of the guild?

“I was dumped by my boyfriend and trying to release some steam”

“I don’t really care”

Then he shouldn’t have asked in the first place! You sighed as you logged off, staring out your window waiting for your friend to come back.

A tiny Nagi came to visit. What will you do?

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there was a faint tapping on his window late at night again, interrupting nagi's rare late night thoughts of missing his own home back in kanagawa. nagi sighs and walks over to his window to open it a bit to let you in.

“you look like shit” was the first thing you say upon entering his dorm room late at night. nagi rolls his eyes and closes the window. “hello to you too i guess” he mumbles. nagi watches you drop your bag on the foot of his bed

“what brings you here today?” he asks, eyes watching you maneuver your way around HIS dorm room like it was yours. to be fair, his dorm was basically your dorm now too. 

nagi recalls every little thing you left in here whenever you decide to crash at his place just like your spare toothbrush in his bathroom, your fluffy slippers hidden in the depths of his closet. (god forbid reo ever finds that or else nagi will never hear the end of it), your unkept notes just lying there on his desks and drawers and many more

“i’m always here” you smiled lazily, finally settling in on your side of his bed. nagi simply hums and crawls inside his duvet. pulling them just below his nose where half of his face is covered. 

you take a peek at his lying figure. he was staring up at the ceiling and not playing on his phone for once in his life. usually, he’d be yapping about how the reo forced him to run five laps around the field that day or how his team in the game sucks literal ass but tonight, he was too quiet for your liking.

obviously it bothered you quite a bit. he was your best friend after all 

“you okay?” you ask. breaking the quiet tension in the room. it took a while for nagi to respond. “... i guess” he answered quietly. you sit up and watch him beside you silently. 

you observe how his breathing was shallow almost as if he’s calming himself down. you opted on just keeping him company without saying anything. one of the very few activities you two do together. 

not like he’d admit it out loud but nagi does like having you around. you don’t suck the energy out of him unlike the rest of the world that basically drain him for no apparent reason.

but that goes out the window when you hear quiet sniffles. you scoot closer next to him, hovering over his lying state. “sei?” you call. nagi clears his throat and mutters a quick “what?”

“are you really okay?” you ask the question once more. there’s no point of lying to you now. nagi was always there for you when you need someone to talk to and now here you were, returning the favor.

“.. i'm not sure” he confessed. sitting up so he could look at you with puffy eyes. it was rare for him to open up his emotions to someone. he thinks you might be the second person who has seen him this vulnerable. the other being reo.

your heart aches at the sight of him like this. he was usually the laid back person in the room, the ‘i don’t give a single fuck’ type of person but everyone has their limits.

after a few minutes of silence, nagi speaks up. “i just feel a little overwhelmed recently” he opens up, scratching his ear as a nervous habit. 

“things have been pretty overwhelming during practices sometimes.. i don't know, i really don't know..” nagi rambles, brows furrowing in annoyance just thinking about everything

you don’t say anything as you let him continue rant about his own misfortunes for the past few weeks. it’s all you could offer. by the time he finishes, he was panting. his shoulders tense as ever and it looks like he won’t be sleeping anytime soon.

nagi's eyes snap open when you wrap your arms around him. he barely noticed you creeping closer when he was going off about everything. hesitantly, he hugs back. his long limbs circling around your frame. 

nagi catches a whiff of your hair that smelled faintly like mint, just like his own shampoo. even if it was just for a second, he got distracted that you do in fact use his stuff in the bathroom. strangely enough he feels the weight on his shoulders slowly lift just by a simple gesture from you. his mind going blank the longer you hold him. 

you are warm. the exact opposite of nagi. to nagi, you make him feel like he's okay. maybe that’s why he liked being around you. maybe that’s why he lets you stay over at his dorm room at any given time. maybe you bring a sense of home to him that nagi yearns for

you are nagi's safe space and tonight is the night he realizes that. 

another rewrite from one of my old blogs :p

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nagi seishiro - bribery *:･ﾟ✧

ft. nagi x f!reader, 18+ minors dni

cw: public sex, mc curses a lot, fingering, oral f!receiving, m!masturbation

synopsis: you make a daring trade in exchange for nagi’s attendance at practice 

wc: 1.97k

A/N: hi! i’m kiwi :) started this blog to share some of my indecent thoughts with you guys hehe. hope you enjoy the writing! I also wrote a SFW version of this so lmk if you want me to post it <3

another week another “can you go get nagi?” from your head coach. if you knew you’d have to be dealing with a 6’3’ lazy fucking game addict with an annoyingly nonchalant attitude about everything…yeah you would think twice about volunteering to be assistant student coach. 

“why is he still even on the team, he doesn’t even show up half the time” you grumbled, although you knew the answer quite well. nagi was the team’s lifeline, whether you liked it or not. the most aggravating part was that you missed half of practice everytime nagi disappeared, with most of that time being spent hunting the fucker down alone. 

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-;. eye contact ; nagi seishiro > in which nagi seishiro realizes he has a crush on you!

you're a little bit unnerved by how intently nagi seishiro is staring at you.

his blank grey eyes have been fixed on you for the past however-many minutes, hardly blinking and barely shifting. he only spoke when prompted by reo.

you were perched on the edge of reo's bed, legs crossed and head propped up by your hands. your purple-haired best friend was leaning back against the bedframe, his laptop on his legs, as he chattered away about some essay he was writing for school.

nagi sat on reo's desk chair, head slouched against his arms, directed towards you. he's also meant to be working on his paper, and his laptop is open on the desk. the document he has pulled up is blank.

instead of his homework, nagi has been opting to watch you, and you can't think of a possible reason as to why.

it's not like you're doing anything interesting- you've been scrolling through social media on your phone and minding your own business, ignoring reo typically did when you spent time with him.

you've known reo since you were both young, and as a result, the both of you have become exponentially closer over the years. so, when reo made a new friend, one he seemed incredibly excited to meet, you'd been happy for him, and readily agreed to his offer to meet him.

he'd described his new friend nagi as tall, reserved, and interesting- you found yourself compelled to agree with all aforementioned aspects.

he's tall, for sure, taller than reo, and he doesn't speak much unless prompted. and he was definitely intriguing, to say the least. you try not to glance at him because he will definitely see you, but every so often you attempt to sneak a furtive look towards the other boy.

each time, you find that his stare is still fixated on you, and your skin burns under his gaze as you snap your head back down to your phone and vigorously tap to pretend you had some kind of important business to attend to.

"nagi, what do you think about my thesis?"

reo's voice cuts through the awkward cycle of staring-contact-staring, and you could get on your hands and knees and thank him.

"it's good."

reo furrows his brows at nagi's reply. "you didn't even look at it, dude. what have you been doing this whole time?"

nagi doesn't respond, and you pretend that you're not listening to their conversation. a startled noise sounds from him, though, as reo shoves his laptop in his face, effectively breaking through nagi's line of vision.

"i'm not reading all that."

reo sighs dramatically, before turning his attention to you. he turns the screen so you can see it. "what do you think about my thesis, then?"

you raise an eyebrow. "i'm not even in that class. i don't think i'll be much help, reo."

he exhales and pinches between his eyebrows. "okay, whatever. i'm going to go downstairs and ask someone else."

"is there even anyone else home?"

"probably not," reo grumbled, "but nobody'll still be more useful than you two."

he flounces outside his bedroom, and you could almost swear you hear him muttering something cryptic about how 'the two of you deserve each other.'

you glance back over to nagi after the door clicks shut and you see that he's looking at you again. this time, you don't turn your head away, though- there's something new in the air, something electrifying. you feel compelled to return his gaze.

his eyes, you note, are really big. they're not the kind of grey that's cold and boring, either; they've got a certain warmth to them that makes your heart skip a beat.

"what's up, nagi?"

you opt to break the silence, shifting awkwardly on the bed to face him properly. nagi blinks. "nothing much."

"ah. cool."

"not really."

"oh. sorry."

"it's okay."

you purse your lips. could this get any more awkward?

"so... what's your essay on?"

"what essay?"

"the one you're meant to be working on. like, right now."

"oh. i don't know." at this, nagi's attention drifts to his laptop screen, which has gone dim. he jitter-clicks the spacebar and the white light of his screen illuminates his face.

a smile tugged at your lips. "that's a little worrying. isn't it kind of a big deal?"

nagi swivels in the chair, pulling his knees to his chin, and meets your eyes again. "i'll deal with it eventually. just not now."

"what's stopping you now?"

nagi blinks. a cloud of puzzlement drifts over his vision, because why wasn't he working on his essay? there was the obvious factor of just not wanting to, sure, but what had he been doing for the past half hour he'd been at reo's house?

he wasn't playing any games, and he hadn't been asleep. he'd just been... sitting there. watching you.

oh. nagi was watching you.

he rests his head on his knees in a really uncomfortable-looking way that only tall people can manage as he rewinds, mentally recollecting the images of you- of the slope of your nose, the shape of your lips, how your face contorted into smiles when reo said something funny, how your hair swished around your face when you moved around- oh. nagi was watching you because he thinks you're pretty. really, really pretty.

"not sure," he says.

"good reason."

"thanks."

the conversation is dry, and eventually your attention shifts back to your phone, but it's less awkward now- when you'd smiled, an air of tension had broken. you smiled, and nagi had a crush on you- that was all there was to know.

"i'm back!" reo announced, slamming the door open and causing you to jump a little where you sat.

"and my thesis was wonderful, apparently, so thank you, guys, for helping."

you glare at reo. behind you, nagi is doing the same with more passion than usual. reo looks a little taken aback, before he realizes- oh.

oh, he was going to have fun with this.

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just say it | nagi seishiro

angst to fluff, confessions!!, friends to lovers, time skip, 2k words

you’re not sure, exactly, but seeing nagi seishiro sprawled like a cat on your couch, looking all too much like your home is his, leaves almost a strange feeling in your stomach. it festers, ugly and clinging.

and stupid nagi continues to lay there, oblivious to how your fingers clench to block out the beat of your heart.

“oi,” you throw a towel on his head, grimacing at the sight of sweat clinging to the back of his neck and sticking onto your headrest. “what are you doing in my house?” and did he travel by foot all the way here? under the scorching sun?

nagi cranes his neck, all slow and lazy, eyes wide. “oh,” he says. “you left your notebook,” he points at the table, without looking at it, “on my desk.”

“well, thanks, i guess.” you push his long legs away from the side of the couch and fall back onto it, sighing deeply. “you could’ve just given it to me tomorrow.”

he seems to pause for a second, thumbs hovering awkwardly on his phone screen. when you face him with a questioning look, he returns as if nothing happened. “reo said i could visit you.”

you hate it. you always hate when nagi does this.

when for a split second, he hesitates, shuffles a bit too close, his fingers tremble to reach for you, or his eyes flicker to your lips, but he never does anything about it.

he pulls away at the last second, and time seems to flow back normally in a snap. as if he wasn’t just about to ruin the friendship you’ve been picking scabs on just to get him to peel it off and make a move already.

and knowing nagi, he never does. he never does. (and he never will.)

“reo, huh,” you murmur, giving him a doubtful look. nagi doesn’t react visibly, but you can tell he’s starting to get uncomfortable under your scrutiny, burying his chin into the towel.

when you stretch your legs over his lap, he lets you. he doesn’t question it, doesn’t react, just keeps playing on his phone, and it’s almost infuriating how little you have an effect on him.

and knowing you, you’ll keep letting him drag this out. because underneath that frustration is fear, vulnerable and thin, ready to crumble faster than butterfly wings with the wrong move.

if you confess, and he pulls away, it can still be back to normal. that’s what everyone says, and those people don’t talk to their forgotten ones anymore. they wouldn’t understand.

but it will never be the same with nagi, because you know that you love him and will keep loving him. it will not be okay if he doesn’t feel the same, no matter how hard you try to fool yourself. it will hurt and claw out your heart, chew, and spit it out like it wasn’t someone’s soul.

it will hurt to know that you would peel yourself open and offer your heart to him, and he wouldn’t even accept it because he’ll say he doesn’t love you back. he shouldn’t deserve your dedication. it will hurt even more to know that nagi will bleed out for someone else someday, despite the longing glances and lingering touches he keeps giving your way.

“you know, you should be asking me permission, not literally anyone else who doesn’t live here.”

nagi hums, and the round finishes with a final slash of his weapon. the boss crumbles, and you kind of feel for it. he spares you a glance. “you don’t mind.”

you don’t.

even if you don’t say it out loud, the ghost of a smile on nagi’s lips says he knows.

it should be enough that you could be under the same sky as him. someone like nagi. but you are selfish and obsessed, keening like a tamed lion when his attention is focused your way.

with an almost personal jab on the number button of the vending machine, you watch the juice box tumble out.

you bend down to pluck it out but almost drop it back down again when you feel a warm body press against your back as you stand straight.

with a chin propped up on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist, and a phone right in front of you, you nearly choke on your spit realizing who it is.

“fuck’s sake, nagi,” you breathe, pressing a hand on your chest as if that would somehow strangle it to quiet down.

when nagi huffs an amused laugh, your traitorous heart goes wilder.

“let me free so i can also buy you your lemon tea,” you grumble, wriggling in his grasp.

nagi continues fiddling with his phone, skillfully defeating virtual enemies. “no,” he says after a while. “you’re warm.”

“i’ll strangle you.”

nagi hums in acknowledgment.

with a defeated sigh, you press the number of nagi’s favorite drink, packed in a bright yellow box. hoping to piss him off, you abruptly squat down to grab the lemon tea, but nagi follows, unbothered.

he follows after you, and again when you rise back up. and he’s still unbothered.

“you are so annoying,” you grumble, tucking your juice box under your arm to unwrap nagi’s. you poke the straw in, scowling.

you twist in his grasp to face him, holding the straw up to his mouth. “here. you haven’t drunk anything recently.”

but nagi’s face is too surprised, his eyes flicking down to where your hand is on his chest, then to where his arms are still snug around you. if you still had any hope left in you, you’d say there’s a flush in his cheeks.

it makes you realize how this position must look to other people, pressed against each other like this.

“thanks,” nagi murmurs, sipping happily on the straw. the moment shatters once again, and he doesn’t fucking do anything about it. even later and tomorrow, and the day after that, you two won’t talk about it.

from behind you, his character makes a grunt of pain, and you notice nagi isn’t looking at his phone, but somewhere on your face.

down, his phone says.

down, indeed.

when nagi and reo have to leave for this thing called blue lock, you say to yourself that you’re relieved.

you’ll miss reo a lot. he is one of your best friends, and you’re proud to watch him grow and become the person he wants to be. at least he doesn’t drive you fucking crazy.

nagi is an entirely different story.

the goodbye wasn’t anything remotely close to heartfelt. it felt like they weren’t even leaving, just taking a trip to the bathroom, but they had to make everything dramatic for no reason. and you’re fine with that. it will soften the blow.

but stupid nagi doesn’t allow just a gentle wound when he leaves.

[reo 6:43] don’t miss us too much y/n or else i might have to come running out :(

[y/n 6:50] don’t baby me and go play soccer, loser

[y/n 6:50] you better text me as soon as you can and tell me everything

[reo 6:52] i will i will

[reo 6:52] (sends an attachment of him and nagi on bus seats. reo has an arm thrown over nagi’s shoulder with his tongue stuck out, while nagi is frowning at the window.

[y/n 6:53] dumbasses. i love you.

[reo 6:53] we love you too

[nagi 7:35] i miss you.

you bury your phone face-first on your bed, as if that’ll spit out nagi’s message and let you cut it in pieces and throw it out of existence. you hate it. you hate it.

what was it about distance making the heart grow fonder?

fuck.

you bite your pillow and steer your mind clear of anything else.

nagi will probably forget about you after this whole blue lock thing anyway. it’s better to get used to being on your own now.

“a match?”

“yes,” reo’s voice says over the phone. there’s a cheer of teen boys echoing, and reo apologizes, saying he’ll leave the locker room. “you’ve seen the news, right?”

no, you haven’t. “that’s… cool!” you don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. “with who?”

“come watch us play, idiot,” reo chuckles; he knows you’ll say yes sooner or later, and you hate that you know he’s right. “didn’t you miss us?”

it’s only today that you and reo started talking again. he says he’s been busy, and you tell him it’s fine because so were you. but meeting him again tomorrow when it’s been so long since you’ve even spoken? you’re not sure if that’s fine.

“i… don’t know.” you glance at the date displayed on your screen, considering. “tomorrow, was it?”

you really have been busy. you’re not sure if you can take it if the stress of life adds up to the stress upon seeing nagi’s stupidly handsome face.

“yup. you should see nagi, man; he’s been really awesome lately.”

just the mention is enough to seize your heart and sway you. you scowl, and judging by the smile you can hear from reo, he did it on purpose.

“i’ll see if i’m free, i suppose,” you sigh, falling on your mattress to frown at the ceiling. “how have you been, reo?”

when reo launches into a ramble about all the events that went down, you let him. you smile and freely admit that you did miss them more than you can bring yourself to admit. it’s a bandage for a bullet wound.

“fuck.”

you weave through the crowd and halls with as much speed as possible. your ankles ache and protest with each step, but you ignore it. your heart beats and echoes in your ears, berating you for this stupid decision, but you ignore it.

the crowd erupts into deafening cheers, and you wince, scrambling to pick up your pace. the speakers from the corners of the wall announce the winners, and they scream and howl again.

“fuck, fuck.”

you’re late.

the worst part is, you can’t make them treat you to dinner for the stress this is giving you because they’re the ones who won.

when you finally reach the door, there’s already a string of people leaving, talking among themselves animatedly. you hear names, straining your ear when someone mentions reo, nagi, nagi, nagi.

the stadium is slowly filling out, and guilt eats you right up for missing even the winning shot. but you were too busy being indecisive not to be late when ( eventually ) leaving the house.

it’s fine. if nagi won’t care about you, then at least reo is there. he invited you, and you won’t lie that you also came to watch your best friend. ( you ignore the bitterness in your chest. )

“y/n!”

you perk up at the sound of reo’s voice, unable to fight the smile off your face when he comes running straight your way.

“come down here!” he calls out, grinning wide. there’s something different about it, though you’re not sure what it is exactly. was it the confidence he’s exuding? the sureness of himself?

you make your way to where he can reach you and gasp when his sweaty ass comes to hug you.

“gross, gross,” you hiss, trying to slap his arms away. “don’t slobber all over me.”

reo laughs, “you’re also all sweaty. did you just arrive?”

you grimace. “sorry. i was being an idiot overthinking again.” you smile at him, and hope you can convey that you really are happy seeing him again. “congrats on winning, reo. i’m proud.”

he sighs, shaking his head fondly. “well, whatever. at least you still visited. we missed you.”

we, huh? 

reo smirks, noticing immediately when you try to search for a certain white-haired boy discreetly.

panic fills you when reo cups his hands around his mouth. “wait, don’t call him—”

“oi, nagi!” reo turns to his left, and your eyes immediately find a home in nagi’s.

your breath catches in your throat when nagi’s eyes widen ever-so-slightly. strands of hair are sticking out from his head, and his nose is all burnt from the heat. his lips part to speak, but he shakes his head instead.

then, he’s jogging towards you.

nagi seishiro is jogging towards you. christ, that’s kind of terrifying.

“hey.” you hold your hands up protectively over your body. “hey, hey, don’t—”

nagi hugs you, trapping you in his embrace, and the words die on your tongue. you don’t know what’s worse: registering the cackle reo is letting out or the fact that nagi doesn’t actually smell, and you find comfort in his warmth.

“you came,” he breathes.

you blink up at him, wilting under his stare. “well. reo said i could.”

nagi’s brows knit together subtly, and you almost grin in victory. 

“i missed you,” nagi says, squeezing you in his grasp, “a lot.”

you look at him, and realize that it’s not just reo who’s changed. nagi is staring straight at you, in your eyes, and he isn’t wavering or shying away when you stare back. his eyes are alight with conviction.

suddenly, your mouth goes dry. “i—i missed you, too, nagi.”

something in nagi’s eyes shift.

this is what you wanted: for nagi to be forward, to take what he wants, say what is on his mind, but you weren’t expecting it to melt you in a puddle like this.

“hey,” you tug his arm, face in flames, “i think your teammates are calling you—”

“you came for reo,” nagi murmurs, inching closer, “you’ll stay for me.”

and, wow, okay. you need a bit to process that.

before you can respond, though, his lips meet yours and keep you there.

your heart lurches in your throat. for a second, you could only stare wide-eyed, frozen, but upon seeing the flush on nagi’s ears and the hesitant press of his lips; you let yourself melt into him. his arms tighten around you when you sling your arms over his neck.

when you start to feel a little lightheaded, you pull away, and he chases after you, pouting slightly.

“why did—” you heave, catching your breath. “why did you just kiss me like that?”

“you don’t mind,” nagi says, kissing the side of your mouth as if to coax you back into kissing him again.

“i don’t,” you agree. and frown. “why do you think so?”

this kiss will mean nothing until you can hear him say it.

“because you like me,” nagi says; there’s a dangerous glint in his eye.

“you don’t mind?”

“i don’t.” nagi smiles against your mouth. “because i like you, too.”

sorry if this is a mess!!!!!! this was supposed to be like 500 words (and was supposed to end on a bad note) but it kept flowing out of me so i just let it be 😭😭🙏

[portgaes]

better than letting go | nagi seishiro x reader

✩ accidental sugar daddy nagi ✩ pro-player!nagi, roommates au, angst to fluff, heavy pining, miscommunication

"just go live with nagi," reo says offhandedly, "if you clean up after him, he'll let you stay there forever."

you open your mouth to refute the suggestion, because reo knows how you feel about nagi, knows you couldn't possibly stay in an enclosed space with him hours on day on end without jumping him... but before you do, nagi himself interrupts.

"i'm okay with that," he replies in his usual laid-back voice.

you glare at him because you think he sounds more excited about the cleaning part.

"you're going to be homeless," reo shrugs, "why not?"

you return your glare at reo, "why can't you just house me in one of your billion-dollar properties."

"then i'd have to ask my old man for permission," he waves you off like the asshole he is, "no thanks."

"what's wrong with living with me?" nagi wonders, and you hate him for acting like he wants to live with you so badly.

"look, just clean nagi's dirty underwear for the next year while you finish your degree and you won't have to worry about a thing," reo explains, as if there aren't other factors like your five-year infatuation with nagi, and maybe the fact that nagi lives like he doesn't know what a vacuum does.

you sigh, thinking about the end of your lease and the astronomical increase in rent incoming, and how much you don't want to work your stupid part-time job, and give in.

of course it's not that bad. all you had to do was keep your feelings to yourself.

"nagi," you hiss, "nagi, wake up, you're going to be late!"

he only stirs, covers tucked under his chin, as if he's hiding from you. you inch the door wider, stepping into his room hesitantly. he doesn't even make a move.

"nagi," you whine, crouching at the side of his bed.

he makes a sound of acknowledgment but keeps his eyes closed, so you sit cross-legged on the floor, watching his sleeping form. he's so cute like this, you think, yearning.

it's been a week since you moved in with nagi. in a lot of ways, he's exactly what you thought he would be like in private: he's rarely home, and when he is, he's quiet.

you thought he would spend more time in his room, under the covers, but you realize quickly he's furnished his couch with the coziest throw and likes to curl under there when he is home.

it makes your heart warm when you come home to see nagi, his toes sticking out from underneath the blanket, waiting for you to eat dinner.

"...what time is it?" you hear him mumble.

your heart skips a beat when he opens his eyes, groggy with sleep, and touches your arm. you sigh shakily.

"too late," you smile softly at him, "i'll prep your pre-workout so you can take it with you, okay?"

"thanks," he tells you, his voice raspy.

he smiles back at you and reaches out, poking you in the forehead. when you feel his fingers touch your skin, you think you'll drop dead right there.

"are you gonna move out after you graduate?" reo asks, nine months into your arrangement.

you've been avoiding even thinking about it. you're busy with graduation, you justify to yourself, you don't have time to look for a new place yet.

"hm?" you hum innocently, "i dunno. haven't had time to think about it."

"nagi asked me 'bout it," he mentions casually, and you freeze. is he counting the days down until you leave?

you and nagi have settled into a daily routine: you wake him up, he goes to practice, you study after class, and when he comes back late at night, he hangs out with you for an hour before he has to sleep. mostly, you and nagi sit on either end of the couch, sharing the cozy throw, and read manga.

it's lulled you into a false sense of security, you think.

"oh," is all you manage to say. maybe he finds you bothersome? maybe he wants his own space back?

reo hits you over the head, lightly. "what's that face for? it's been going good living with nagi, right?"

and it was. it was everything you had dreamed of, and it shocked you how well you got along with nagi. you think of how, in early mornings when both of you (mostly you) are rushing out the door, bumping hips in the kitchen, even then it seems like you were working together.

"yep," you reply, sipping your iced coffee, "too good."

reo takes a bite of his food, and suggests, "maybe you two should just keep living together. you can split rent or something."

"can't rely on nagi forever," you protest.

"why not?" he says, just like he did when he had first suggested this whole thing, "isn't that what you want?"

you kick him under the table, angry that he was bringing your feelings up now. yes, you want to scream, it is. but nothing has changed between you and nagi, nothing at all.

you're always trying to keep your feelings in check: when he peers over your shoulder as you're cooking, the warmth of his body hot asgainst yours. or how adorable he looks when he comes out of the shower, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes, his face shiny. those are the times your feelings want to burst.

"just talk to nagi about it," reo nudges. you're not sure if he's talking about the housing or the feelings.

you're curled up with nagi on the couch when you muster the courage to say anything. your legs are touching his under the blanket, and you feel as if that might connect you to him.

there's a month left until you graduate, which is absolutely not enough time for you to find a place to live, but you were scared. you hear the victory sounds of nagi's mobile game, so you decide now's better than never.

"so," you start, and his gaze drifts over to you, "i haven't really found a new place to live yet."

it's quiet. "s'okay," nagi mumbles, not even looking up from his phone, "you can move out whenever."

well, at least that answers your question on whether or not he wants you to move out. at least he wasn't pushing you out the door, you tell yourself.

you don't know what else to say. do you want me to leave so badly? you want to ask. can't i stay with you? you think, desperate. but those words don't leave your mouth.

"are you coming to my graduation?" you ask lightly, and regret it when you realize that you've opened yourself up again.

he shrugs. "dunno my prac schedule yet, but reo's going right?" he replies, as if reo could replace him.

you feel cold despite the blanket, and sink deeper into the couch, feeling drained. from the corner of your eye, you see nagi tapping away at his phone, signaling to you that he's still deep in his game. you take your legs away, knowing he wouldn't even notice.

"yep," you say and awkwardly crawl out of your warm spot on the couch. "i'm gonna go to bed first, nagi."

"g'night," he replies, finally looking up as you pass him with your head bowed. he watches you walk back to your room, and doesn't take his eyes off of you until you close the door behind you.

you eventually begged reo to find you an empty unit in one of his father's rental properties.

he had been insistent you just talk to nagi, as if he knew something you didn't, but you had to explain that you did, and nagi had no objections to you moving out, and you weren't going to wait until he shoved you out the door to move on.

it has been so awkward since that small conversation you'd had with nagi. maybe it was you, feeling out of place, like you had reached a point of no return.

waking him up in the mornings were now rushed, gently pushing him awake and scurrying off before he was fully awake. leaving his pre-workout on the counter instead of handing it to him. sitting at the kitchen table under the guise of studying instead of curling up on the couch with him.

it's not that he'd changed, you knew, it's that you couldn't keep playing pretend with your feelings anymore.

you hear the front door click as nagi walks into the apartment.

"hey," he says, pushing open the door to your room, "i'm home."

you turn from your position at the front of your closet, where you were just about to take out your suitcase. "oh, hey," you reply lamely, "welcome home."

he hovers, something he's never really done, as if he knows you have something to say, as if he had something to say. the words were stuck in your throat.

"reo told me you're moving out," nagi finally tells you.

traitor, you curse at reo. "uh, yeah," you smile tightly, "i didn't want to keep bothering you, so..."

"you're not bothering me," he replies, maybe a little too quickly, but you don't notice.

there's another silence. what else can you say?

"you don't have to leave," nagi continues, "i don't mind if you stay here."

but do you want me to stay? you want to ask. the way he says it so casually, as if it didn't matter whether you stayed or not, only solidified your decision to be away from him. at least then you could just be his friend without delusions of sharing a life with him so intimately.

"nah," you try to keep your voice steady, "it's probably better this way."

"i like living with you, though," nagi shuffles his hair uncomfortably as he says it.

you laugh, maybe a little bitterly, "because i cook and clean for you?"

"no," he says quickly, looking flustered, "no, i just like it when you're here."

but why? you want to scream. your heart pounds, because you feel like you're close to something, but at the same time it feels so far. sometimes you're convinced that he knows about your feelings, that sometimes you two are talking about them even though the topic is unrelated.

"it was nice," you settle on saying, as if it wasn't life changing, "but i can afford living on my own now."

"i don't want you to leave," nagi almost sounds like he's whining, and your heart skips another beat.

"why not?" you say, frustrated, breathless, "we can't just keep living together forever."

"what if i want to?" he says, and you feel like the conversation has become out of control.

your mind is racing. what is happening right now, you try to breathe through your nose. what is he talking about right now, you try to ask yourself.

"nagi—" you stop yourself, trying to get a grip, "what are you saying?"

you're looking at him now and you're surprised by the determination in his eyes. it's what he looks like when he's really focused, like he is when he plays soccer.

"i want to live with you forever," he declares, sounding defiant, as if that wasn't what you wanted.

but you're not sure what it means. you only know that five years is a long time to be holding onto your feelings.

"i don't understand," you mumble, staring at the floor, quieter than before, "i love you, nagi. not as a friend. so no, i can't just live with you forever."

you feel him before you see him, his body towering over you. when you look up, he's pouting. he puts his hand on top of your head, gentle, warm.

"why do you look so sad," he wonders, as if he hadn't heard what you just said, "that's why i want to live with you forever, dummy."

you wake up to nagi wrapped around you.

"sei," you groan, turning in his arms to look at his sleeping face, "you're heavy."

he mutters, groggy, incoherent, and you can't help but press a kiss to his nose. his hair is falling all over his face, but your eyes memorize every slope. he squeezes you harder.

"why are you awake so early," he mutters, nudging your chest with his head, "it's my day off."

you soothe your hand down his bare back, feeling the tight muscles underneath your fingers. he works so hard, and his days off are so rare. you wiggle some more, to loosen his arms.

"i know," you smile, "but let me go make breakfast, kay? i'm hungry."

he shakes his head and whines. "no," he refuses, "just go back to sleep."

you relax, unable to tell him no. mornings with nagi often go like this, except that you usually have enough self-control to get him up. but sometimes, you remember what it was like wanting him so bad, that now you remind yourself to enjoy it.

as a partner, nagi is clingy, vulnerable. but he's also determined, and sometimes, the intensity with which he wants you catches you off guard.

"y/n," he calls, his breath hot against your neck, "i'm happy you're here."

you close your eyes, nodding. "me, too."

[portgaes]

YOU HAVE STOLEN MY HEART . . . ! blue lock men are all a loser clingy and desperate for your attention

✦°．feat : isagi yoichi, rin itoshi & nagi seishiro

✦°．notes. f! reader. fluff. ooc characters. so sorry for this and for not posting anything lately </3 i kinda went overboard with isagi lol.

RIN ITOSHI

he would literally throw hands at anyone if you don't stop talking to your phone right now. it's been exactly thirty-four minutes since you have chosen to talk to your old friend over him, your boyfriend—who clearly needs your undying love and attention.

(and yes he's been counting)

you were sitting in the living room, animatedly chatting with whoever lukewarm piece of shit you were talking to. laughing and smiling about something god knows what.

and he's checking on his phone, counting down the minutes and seconds passing by as you continue babbling on and on your old friend. he's now starting to hate this friend of yours. six more minutes and he gets you all to himself and he was selfish—always been and never changing—he wants you to just be beside him right now, he didn't just took off a day from his work just to have you taken away by someone else.

he decided six minutes was too long, why can't he have you now? without any second left to waste, he made his way to the couch, standing tall and glaring menacingly at your phone, as if it would melt away from your hands.

your eyes are now on him, you grace him with a much more radiant smile, with your eyes softly conveying 'you need anything?'

yeah, he definitely needs something. he needs you to hang up on your friend and spend time with him.

you noticed the look on his eyes and it made you laugh a little from his childish acts, jealousy does look kind of attractive on your boyfriend.

your little sudden chuckle had made the other side of the phone to ask you what was so funny? you shake your head as if he could see what you were doing, the conversation had turned dull and truly you only stayed for a couple more minutes out of courtesy, but you were dying to get away from him and just be with your beloved boyfriend.

rin couldn't take this long stupid call any longer—and as much as it was petty and silly, his patience has long been gone—he takes a seat beside you, the cushion dipping from his weight his arm coming round at the back of the couch as his other one takes the device out of your hands grunting out a, “she's busy, call her next time.” and ending the call right away, leaving no room for protest.

“rin-!” you whine, you look at him with disbelief following wuth a laugh as you type out a small apology to your old friend. tossing your phone on your side table not really waiting for a reply back.

not that you don't feel bad or anything, but you were thankful that the call had finally ended.

“you were taking too long,” he grumbled while he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. “want you all to myself” he muttered on your skin, placing dot kisses along the crevices of your shoulders.

your arms now coming up to his neck as you play with the back of his hair caressing it the way he likes.

“stupid, 'm all yours.”

ISAGI YOICHI

holding your hands wasn't enough for him, well at least this very right moment. why aren't you focusing your eyes on him? is the person beside you that important? more important than him? he's sure not. just someone who wants your attention.

you were just too nice, too good for anything in this world. you were too good for him if he was being honest, someone who was way out of his league, he thinks. but, isagi yoichi is not a coward. he doesn't wait for anything or anyone and when he sets his eyes on something, he makes sure he gets it.

he tried being polite and patient with the person beside you. he really did.

but it was no use, not even the repeated mantra of “play nice” that he keeps saying on his head didn't help with the bubbling feeling welling up on his chest. it doesn't help that he notices the way the guy kept sitting closer to you and the way his eyes scans your body every passing second.

he hates it so much.

your boyfriend has never been one for violence, but he can make an exception right now. he doesn't notice the way his hands have tightened its grip with yours. catching your attention now from the sudden discomfort it causes you, breaking away from the conversation you were having, you looked at isagi with concern.

“yoichi, is everything okay?” you called out to him. he snaps away from his thoughts, replacing his hardened expression with a small smile in hopes of trying not to worry you.

“don't worry 'bout me, pretty,” he smiles, like he didn't just have any intentions of landing a punch to the guy you were talking to.

“you sure?” he only nods at your question. loosening the grip he has on your hands, but still firm as ever.

he knows he has to leave soon for the game and the thought of leaving you with this guy alone makes him go crazy. don't get him wrong, of course he trusts you with all of his heart.

the problem was the trash beside you, though he was more than willing to show how much he deserves your attention more.

“jus’ keep your eyes on me, yeah?” was all he says to you before he leaves.

the match starts, with isagi more than determined to score the first goal, maneuvering the ball with precision, getting behind the players and kicking with high accuracy, isagi scores the first kill.

he didn't care for the crowds uproar, nor the signal sound of the goal he just scored, not even the commentators voices, because what he needs to know is if you were looking at him. searching for your face at the sea of people in the vip section, your eyes meet. his heart kicks into overdrive, pride welling up on his chest as he returns the smile you wore on your face.

the guy beside you was left forgotten, he didn't fail to shoot him a look of abhorrent, secretly in the middle of the match.

and the team wasn't oblivious to the striker's jealousy, they saw it all, isagi couldn't give a damn if this was going to be used against him.

he won. isagi yoichi, the heart of blue lock won another match, dominating the game with fierce play. all he wanted to do was to come to you and have you all night to himself.

“isagi, is there a particular reason for your amazing play today?”

“isagi, how do you feel about today's match?”

“just one moment of your time, isagi!”

he ignores all the noise of the press, shooting up a tired look to rin hoping that the captain would handle all the troublesome questions. he didn't wait for an answer, already trudging back to the locker room.

and there you were waiting for him, all pretty and nice. he smiles to himself as he calls out for you.

raising your eyes in his direction, as you run up to him with a big smile “yoichi!”

he would really like to hug you right now, if not for the dripping sweat of his jersey. and he knows how much you don't like it. he settles for holding your hands instead, but this time your eyes were on him. not on that guy, not any of his teammates, not on anyone, but him.

he places a small tender kiss in your hands, with a tired grin on his face, a little drunk over you.

“was i good?” he whispers, pulling you closer to him.

and you wonder what has prompted this question by your boyfriend, but you don't dwell on it as much when he looks at you like a lovesick puppy.

“the very best, yoichi.”

NAGI SEISHIRO

a big baby who's stuck in a 6ft striker's body. why would you choose some little kid over him? don't you see he's so much better?

“what a bother,” he grumbles, clearly annoyed with the little kid who's been taking up your time in the arcade. he stands lazily by the side, seeing you helping a little kid who seems to be having a hard time winning in a game.

it all started when the two of you had planned out a day for a date, weeks of not being able to be together because of his game overseas.

and now that he gets the time to have you, a little pesky child just managed to snatch you away from his hands. a big pout was residing on his face, clearly he wasn't going to wait for you to come back to him.

arguably, he was being the child in this situation, giving sharp glares at the back of the head of the kid.

poor kid, who just wants to win a little plushie.

and what adds into his sour mood is when you tell him to go play some games to keep him busy while you help the small child.

you really expect him to go away from you and play all by himself? no way. you probably didn't get the notion that he needs you, when he plays all these stupid games. now he stands close by the claw machine, his arm folded on his chest, sighing loudly every minute, impatiently waiting for you.

you were terrible.

very horrible at claw machines, it comes to the point you have almost consumed half of your coins that were supposed to be for you and nagi. you really tried your best, feeling bad for the kid who asked you to help him get a gift for his little sister.

only left with frustrated sighs and disappointment, you turn to your sulking boyfriend by the side, who seems to light up from his sullen expression when you look at him. you flashed him a smile that looks a little strange, not the same ones that keeps his heart beating up and down or makes his ears aflare with redness.

no, you were asking for something. your eyes gesture the claw machine that you're struggling with, you didn't even have to beg, nagi has always been the one to fold for your wishes and bidding.

he was quick to get by your side and play on the controls, if getting this stupid plush penguin was to win you back he'll gladly get ten more of it.

and with just a few calculated flicks and timed clicks, he won. like he always seem to, when he's all fired up and determined.

“easy,” he muttered, as he drapes himself over you engulfing you in a warm embrace, as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo, placing a kiss in your hair in the process.

you laugh at him, letting yourself melt into his bear hug, your hands coming up to caress his snowy hair, “you still down for more, genius?”

“duh.”

you might have returned home with empty pockets and content hearts that day.

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I'll Die without you

Twitch Streamer + Pro! Soccer Player A/N: I've been wanting to make a nagi fic for a while, So I made this!! Hope you all like it!! this was kind of a rush idea LOL

Nagi Seishirou x Reader

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It was a mutual mistake, the kind that you will laugh at in the future. But you’re not laughing now. 

“Twitch Streamer MeowkIzen is rumored to be dating Professional Football player Nagi Seishirou. After her previous stream, fans claim that they heard the voice of the football player in the background. Read more of the article here at XXXXXX.com” 

“Is Twitch Streamer MeowkIzen Dating Pro! Football player Nagi Seishirou??” 

There were a lot more articles but I stopped reading them already. I slid the phone back to Nagi’s PR manager, he had me read the headlines on Twitter. Everyone is just buzzing about my latest stream. 

It was an innocent mistake. 

Nagi entered your apartment, it was quiet in the main area but he can hear your voice in your office/gaming room. He thought that you were just playing games so he thought that it would be safe to enter. He twisted the doorknob open without knocking. 

 “Babe, what do you want for dinner? I’ll order on post mates” (let’s just pretend that post mates are available in their country) 

The room went radio silent. “Babe?”  

Looking at the fake wall that you put up, based on how much lighting he saw on the other side, he realized that you were on a stream (you know how Pokimane’s set up is, where she put up a fake wall and decorated it to make it look like an actual room? That’s just like how Y/n’s setup is here) 

He froze 

You froze 

Everyone who was watching the stream froze. 

Everyone in the chat was freaking out from the voice because based on their knowledge, you were as single as a pringle. 

But apparently not 

Immediately ending the stream he heard some clicking from your keyboard and mouse. Then he heard some shuffling then you came out of your makeshift room with a look of panic. 

“NAGI! THEY HEARD YOU, WHY DIDN’T YOU KNOCK? NAGI THEY HEARD. THEY WERE ALREADY FREAKING OUT ON THE CHAT.” 

While you were freaking out on Nagi, you heard some Twitter notifications from your phone, and they were A lot 

“And there they are now!!” 

“Hey calm down, they probably wouldn’t even know it was me.” 

“Don’t underestimate them, Shiro” 

Back to now, nagi’s PR manager had given us a call after a few hours when the accident happened. They told us that they were gonna come over the next to discuss the issue. 

“How did they even know that it was me? Can’t we just deny it or something?” 

“That’s why we’re here, we have two options on what to do, 1) to say that it was all a prank or 2) not say anything at all. Of course, the second would need for both of you to not post anything for the next 2 - 3 weeks. So which of the two would you do?” 

“Would they really believe that it was a prank?” 

“It’ll succeed if you just deny and deny everything, But what’s wrong with the second one though?” 

“I can’t do the second one, I have an event I need to go to in a week. It’s in the Philippines you see.” 

“Conquest?” 

“Yeah, that’s the one.” 

“Well, choosing 2 would certainly not be an option” finally the koala beside me made his presence seen. 

“So 1 it is” 

“Yup.”

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.

.

After 2 days I went and did a stream, not even finishing a round in Valo, they were already asking me about the issue. 

“Are you really dating nagi seishirou” 

As I read the chat, I made it look like I was oblivious to who that was. Basically pretending that I don’t know Nagi. 

“Yeah, um. That was a prank Lol I was acting at that time too. It was a pre-recorded tape. Look I can even play it again” 

So I did, I played the audio that Nagi’s PR made for me. 

 “Babe, what do you want for dinner? I’ll order on post mates” 

“Babe?”

Then I started laughing, “HAHAAHAHAH LMAO, I’m actually  flattered that you guys believed that I have a boyfriend” 

I looked at the chat and some of them were believing me, some were skeptical, and some were not believing any of the BS I was saying. 

“CAP” 

“DUDE GOT ME WORRIED, I THOUGHT YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND LOLOL” 

“That tape is so good wtf???? It sounds just like Nagi” 

“BS” 

“THAT'S PURE BS RIGHT THERE” 

And it went on. 

Good thing the issue died down before conquest. At first Nagi wanted to come with me, but I told him no. That resulted in him pouting while I was packing my stuff. He even cried when I left. 

“Sei, stop crying, I’ll only be gone for a week” 

“That’s too long” He sniffled, he wasn’t sobbing or anything. Just silently crying while making me feel bad for leaving him behind 

“I’ll be back before you know it”

“Remind me again why I can’t come with you?” He hiccuped as he held both of my hands. He was blocking my view of the closet. 

“Because, we just got out of an issue, and the last thing we need is for that to resurface, and you have practice tomorrow” 

I let go of his hands, but he quickly pulled me against him and continued his silent crying. 

When I arrived at the convention, the fans were really nice, they gave me stuff, some merch, and handmade things that they made. One even gave me Nagi’s jersey as a joke, they laughed when they saw it. Everyone in the room of the meet-and-greet was aware of what happened in the stream, along with the “rumors”. As we continued the meet-and-greet some fans showed some fan art, had me do tiktoks with them, and some asked me about the dating rumor.  

I did some sightseeing before going home and went with some fellow streamers who teased me endlessly about the issue. I was lowkey getting fed up lol. During nighttime, I would face time with Sei, he would be dramatic when I would tell him that I wanted to sleep already. 

“You would literally play games until 3 am, and it’s only 11 there” 

“I’m tired sei” I set the phone standing against the lamp on my bedside table as I got comfortable in the bed. 

Sei frowned but gave in, letting you rest. But said that he would call you early in the morning tomorrow. You said thank you and then fell asleep, sei frowned some more, but he didn’t end the call. He just let the call go on as you slept, he soon fell asleep too. So you were surprised when you saw the ongoing call with Sei sleeping with his mouth slightly open. 

You took a screenshot, which woke Sei up. 

“I missed you” The second your foot stepped in the car, sei aggressively (just a little bit of force though, h just missed you so much y’know) pulled you against him, almost dragging you to him. Sei wasn’t allowed to wait for you inside the airport so he had his manager get you. 

“I was gone for a week sei” 

“It felt like a year” I rolled my eyes at his over-dramatic nature. 

“What are you gonna do with me sei?” 

“I’ll probably die” 

I just chuckled as the driver drove away from the parking lot of the airport. 

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CAN I HAVE A KISS?

synopsis: in which you see him off

starring nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, itoshi sae

warning! chigiri's is a little steamy? but its pretty chill

inspired by the song "see you again"

N. SEISHIRO

"uuugh" nagi groaned into your chest as reo rolled his eyes in the background. "dont wanna go.."

you chuckled fondly as you ruffled his fluffy hair. "it'll be over before you know it."

"noooooo" he whined, shoving his tall frame onto your smaller one. "i dont wanna go! i wanna just stay here with youuuu"

"sei! you're crushing me!"

"dont care."

"..reo! help!"

reo sighed as he plucked nagi off of you. "come on, nagi. we've gotta go."

he groaned. "but its so much of a hassle.."

"too bad. say your last words."

he sighed and mumbled something under his breath before turning his attention back to you.

"can i get a kiss?"

"hm?"

"and can you make it last forever?" he puppy eye-d you.

"im about to go to WAR"

"boy."

"and i dont know if im gonna see you again.."

"NAGI! stop being so dramatic! we're leaving soon. hurry it up."

nagi whined, but then turned his attention back to you. "so.. kiss?"

you planted a sweet kiss to his lips as reo cringed in the background. "it'll be over before you know it. i love you, ok?"

nagi nodded and engulfed you in a huge hug. "i love you too."

"ok, loverboy, thats enough. lets go."

"just a few more minutes.."

"WE'RE LEAVING"

C. HYOMA

it had been awkward between you and hyoma lately.

his whole injury thing had taken a toll on not only his mental health and soccer career, but also your relationship.

still, you wanted to see him off nonetheless.

"be safe," you said awkwardly. "hope its fun."

he chuckled stiffly. "thanks."

there was a long pause where neither of you said anything. the air was tense, and you hated it.

"well," you said, "i'll see you when its over, then."

panic flooded his senses as you began to leave. "wait." he said, grabbing your wrist.

when you turned around to look at him, he averted his gaze. "can i have a kiss?"

your eyes widened in surprise.

"..what?"

you hadn't had any form of real communication since he got injured, and now he's suddenly asking for a kiss?

he let go of you. "uh.. sorry. you dont have to if you dont wa-"

you cut him off with a deep kiss, wanting to taste his lips. his eyes widened a little before returning it, hands in your hair.

when you released for air, you whispered, "i'll make it last forever," before going in for a second round.

after you both pulled away, breathless, chigiri smiled and gazed at you gently, caressing a lock of your hair, trying to remain composed, but his red face giving his real mental state away. "well, sounds like this blue lock thing's gonna be like a war. i dont know how long it'll be until i see you again."

you chuckled fondly. "i'll wait for you, hyoma."

his pretty smile caught the attention of passerby. (um mr. no-pda what r u doing but wtv) "ok. thanks."

he turned around to go, but it was you who grabbed his wrist this time.

"i love you, hyoma."

his gaze softened. "i love you too."

I. SAE

"so you're really leaving for spain, sae?" you mumbled, though you already knew the answer. when you got no response, you sighed and pulled him in for a hug. "i'm gonna miss you."

he hugged you back and squeezed you tight. "me too."

"don't forget about me in spain, ok?"

"ok."

"make sure to call me, ok?"

"ok."

"dont forget! ever week, or every day if possible! ok?"

"ok."

you sighed. "i love you, sae."

to the untrained eye, sae's expression remained the same. the same cold, harsh one that could pierce through walls. but to someone experienced like you, you saw how his expression softened ever so slightly. "i love you too."

lip beginning to quiver, you asked, "can i get a kiss?"

he hesitated, as he was in public, but quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek.

you smiled. "and can you make it last forever? you're about to go to war, y'know."

he rolled his eyes at the dramatic phrasing but gave you a slower, deeper kiss to the lips regardless.

"and i dont know if im gonna see you again!"

he gently pressed a fist to your head jokingly, letting out an 'idiot.' however, although the phrasing wasn't entirely true, he knew exactly what you meant and how you felt. (this guy? mr. no-feelings? ok.) he was sure that he'd see you again at some point, but he had no idea how long that would be. he really wanted to be with you, but he also wanted to pursue his dream, which was nearly within his grasp, and spain was the only place he could do that right now.

you began to tear up. "im really gonna miss you."

"i know. me too."

you were never very good at goodbyes. you didnt even take leaving his house well. but realizing that suddenly, your boyfriend was going to be in a whole different country with a whole different language and a whole different time zone without you, hit you harder than you could've ever expected. it filled you with an indescribable emotion of sadness, fear, emptiness, and more. you didnt want to, as you wanted to stay strong for sae, but you began to cry. tears streamed down your face as your buried your head in his chest, sobbing like a child.

as you cried, your tears on his sweatshirt, you began to wonder if maybe you were annoying sae. maybe he just wanted to leave and get this over with, but you were holding him back and he was just being nice by not turning his back and leaving. however, the way he held you back and pressed a small kiss to your head as he kept you firmly in his grasp told you that although he didnt express it like you did, he, too, was feeling an indescribable feeling. it told you that even though it would be hard, it would work out.

you sighed, laughing slightly, and pulled away from the hug. "well, i guess i'll be seeing you some other time, then."

"i guess so," he answered.

"bye, sae."

"bye, y/n."

you cried on the way home, once you got home, and the days that followed. you felt so lonely now that he was gone, but the daily 'goodmorning,' 'how are you,' and 'goodnight' texts helped you through it. your personal favorite, however, was the daily 'i love you' text.

(spoiler alert: his favorite was the 'i love you too' text)

heartsoji 𑁍 please do not steal, plagiarize, or repost onto any platform. thank you!

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EYES FOR YOU

feat. nagi seishiro x gn! reader

prompt: "you're cute when you're jealous." (requested by anon for the 1k event!)

"sei, where are you?" you asked as soon as nagi picks up the phone after like a few missed calls. "i'm already in the coffee shop."

"i overslept," nagi replies, his voice still laced with sleep. "'m on my way now. wait for me, mkay?"

you stifled a laugh, but a smile appeared on your face. "okay. hurry or else i'm leaving!" you jokingly say and ended the call before nagi can say anything else.

you sit down on one of the chairs as soon as you got your coffee. you got your phone out and started scrolling through twitter when someone taps on your shoulder.

you turned around to find isagi behind you. "isagi! what are you doing here?" giving him a big smile, you moved your chair a bit, giving him space to walk.

"was just walking around the area and i spotted you sitting here alone. where's nagi? thought you would be here with him." isagi asks, taking a seat next to you.

"you know him," you replied, taking a sip from your coffee. "he overslept and is probably rushing his way over right now." you let out a small laugh at the thought of it.

"mm, that is nagi alright," isagi says with a slight shake of his head. "i wanna order some food. do you want anything?"

"no thank you. i'm going to go get brunch with nagi once he's here." you replied and isagi no. he later comes back with some french toast and some ice tea.

your eyes sparkled as you stared at the french toast, your mouth slightly watering.

isagi notices and stifles a laugh. "want some?"

"ye-"

"love." nagi's voice cuts you off from speaking as you turned around in shock.

"sei! oh my goodness, you scared me!" you exclaimed, putting a hand over your chest to add the dramatic effect.

"hey, nagi. long time no-" nagi immediately flicks isagi's forehead, and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer. "ow- hey! what was that for?!"

nagi doesn't reply, only giving isagi a small glare. you looked back and forth between nagi and isagi and let out a small, nervous laugh. "okay sei let's get going, okay? we're going to be late for our reservation."

you give isagi a quick glance, with a small hint of apology in your eyes. when you and nagi left the coffee shop, his hand still doesn't leave your waist, which only makes you look at him with a teasing glint in your eyes. "you're cute when you're jealous."

this made nagi stop walking, choking on his own spit. "wh-what are you talking about? i'm not jealous." the tips of his ears turned red, which just confirms your suspicions.

"of course you aren't," you sarcastically say, pinching the tip of his nose. "what's there to be jealous of, hm? isagi's your friend and teammate! he's not going to steal me away from you."

nagi pouts, rubbing his nose. "didn't like the way you smiled at him."

"huh? why?"

"because! you're only allowed to smile like that at me." nagi mumbles, looking away, not wanting to meet your eyes.

you laughed, doubling over as you clutched your stomach. "sei, i have never heard you say this to me ever. like, i've read people in books say it to their significant others and it sounds really hot but when you're the one that say it, it sounds kind of funny to me."

nagi only glares at you in response, dropping the arm that was wrapped around your waist. "whatever. go to the stupid brunch yourself. i'm never taking you out on dates again." he leaves, not even turning back to see if you were going to follow him or not.

"ah-! hey, wait! i was just joking!" you exclaimed, running after him. "don't worry, sei. even if you do sound silly and goofy when saying it, i'll still love you."

"i hate you so much."

"mm, love you too, sei."

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FIST BUMP !!

with— isagi, bachira, rin, reo, nagi

in where how would blue lock characters reacts to you initiating for a fist bump but when u open up your palm and there’s a candy in it.

tags: sfw, fluff, gn!reader, reader has a crush on them, mutual pinning¿ kinda¿, mild swears, not proofread 😙

ISAGI

you picked a specific person to do this to. and its isagi yoichi, a football player in your school that had you head over heels to him.

you waited for him at the usual hallway that he always walks in to go to the field, every exact 4pm.

isagi is walking down the hallway to go the field to practice, few people are passing by but he was stopped right in to his tracks when you hold out your fist right before he walk pass you. isagi doesn’t really know you but you’re one of the familiar faces he has seen around the campus.

isagi will fist bump you and smile “heh what is this about?” he snickered, without any word you opened your hands to reveal the candy inside your fist.

now he’s blushing, he looked at you for a sec and took the candy from your hand, he is sure smiling widely. “this is so cute” he said while giggling his ass off and looking at the candy “take it as a goodluck to your practice” you pat on his shoulders before skipping away.

he stood there still thinking about that it’s literally the cutest thing that had happened to him today, he eventually move and walk to his practice smiling like an idiot.

BACHIRA

despite being such a social butterfly he barely have friends to hang out with him every break time so he would sit on the empty stairs and scroll through his phone.

you’re heading to your next class before the break ends but the elevator is taking too long and you knew that bachira would be sitting somewhere up these stairs so, you took the risk.

you wanna cheer the loner guy up so you reach for your little pocket and keep a candy in your palm. you’re finally at 5th floor and there you see bachira by himself, he looks up to you and gave you a polite smile as he moves to the side to make a way for you.

when you reached his level you hold out your fist in front of his face “hmm?” he gave you a questioning look before he realized that you wanted a fist bump.

he bumps your fist. his own face lit up as someone is finally acknowledging his presence for once, but when you opened your hand to reveal the candy inside it, there you see his bright smile.

“is this for me?? thank youuuuuu” he took it from ur hand and immediately tear it open to eat “you’re quite a loner in here, you should get up now and go to your next class” you said as you continue walking up, he nods and got up from his seat.

both of you now are walking to your next class, and better be prepared because he will sure buy you a whole packs of candy now as a pay back.

RIN

rin is very hard to approach, he will only interact with people when it comes to groupings and stuff or just about school stuff, you knew about this because you’re in the same class as him, and has his seat just behind you.

the classroom is empty, and its breaktime and you’re now fighting with your own thoughts whether you should do this or just forget about it, but its too late to decide because rin is already walking inside the room with his usual stoic face.

his resting face never fails to intimidate you, but fuck it. right before he pass you, you hold out your fist in front of him but he only looks at you with a straight face, like 😐.

“what’s that?” he asked while looking at your fist, you didn’t said a thing and moved your fist a bit more like you’re telling him to bump it.

he still wears his confused frown but he finally bump your fist, but he waited for you to speak up after bumping your fist.

instead when you opened your hand there’s a candy in it. you could see that his face lit up, his features become softer instead of having his natural frown painted across his face.

“tss, that’s fucking lame” he commented, but still took the candy tho and sat on his chair, you gave him a smile “what’s wrong with sharing some of my snacks? how harsh” you said with a teasingly tone.

he shakes his head and proceeds to eat the candy that you gave him while he space out to his textbooks.

REO

we all know that reo is popular in the campus, he could get whatever he wants even hundreds of hearts in the campus.

you’re kinda one of those hearts, its kinda annoying that every one in this campus likes reo, and the possibilities of him literally going out with anyone he like is really high.

but instead of screaming his name everytime he walks inside the campus, you wanna be different.

you crossed your way with reo while heading to your class, he gave you a nod of acknowledgment and a polite smile but he is met by your fist in front of him

he thinks it’s so random but he still bump your fist “hehe have a good one” he said while he continue on walking, you forgot to open your hand because you’re too caught up with his charm.

“hey wait!!” you called, he is not that far away from you, probably just 5 steps away? but it doesn’t matter. he gave you a confused look.

but then you opened your hand to reveal him the candy inside your fist. he let out a little “oh…” before walking right back at you and take the candy from your palm

“these are my favorite!! thank you [name]” he cheered, but you’re more flustered about the way he remembers your name, and the thought of he knew you is too much for you. you excused yourself without a word and run to your class, reo confused again but all he can mutter is “teheh how cute”

NAGI

every time the school soccer team is playing out the field, there’s always people cheering for them, you will mostly hear reo’s name in it.

despite being in the small crowd your eyes are looking for a certain person, and there you spot nagi on the side sitting on the grass and just watching his teammates.

something in you is saying that you should just abort the mission and just admire him from afar, but no, you’re no pussy‼️

you left the crowd and made your way to nagi, he looks up to you to see who’s going to approach him, for a short second you stare back to him.

you hold out your fist on front of him, waiting for him to bump it. “‘s there a spider inside it?” he asked while tilting his head to the side in confusion.

“bump it and find out” you responded. “eerr…..aight” he lazily responded.

he bump your fist and you immediately opened your hand to reveal the candy, he have his lips slightly parted like it’s his way of showing that he’s surprised.

he took it without a word and tear it open “ oh man, its one of my favorites, thanks” he gave you a peace sign and smiled.

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