#blue lock spoilers (?)

[seaweedbrainz626]

SOMEONE NEEDS TO BOMB EGO

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° what's misery without company?

♡ a/n — BIG SPOILERS FOR NEWEST CHAPTER IN THE MANGA!!!

♡ word count — 1.8k

♡ content — nagi seishiro x reader, made nagi's parents absent, set after he gets ( SPOILER!! ) 'locked off' , reader is his childhood best friend, unrequited love (?), angst, nagi is depressed, reader gets frustrated with him, kinda hopeful ending, not proofread.

♡ synopsis — even if nagi seishiro never got to play soccer again, at least he had you. but how long could you deal with who he's become?

once again; this fic contains heavy spoilers for the newest chapter of the manga. please do not read ahead if you don't want to be spoiled.

SPOILERS UNDER DIVIDER!!

They drop him off without even stepping inside.

His mom says, “The fridge is stocked.”

His dad mutters, “Let us know if you need anything.”

Then the car pulls away.

No hugs. No questions. No how are you holding up?

The apartment feels cold when he walks in. Sterile. Too clean for someone who's supposed to be living there. A box of fresh fruit sits on the table. A card taped to the front says “Cheer up!” in careful handwriting that isn’t either of his parents'.

Like disappointment is just a fever. 

Like enough Vitamin C will fix it.

He stares at the basket for a full minute before moving it to the corner, out of sight.

Then he sinks into the couch, hoodie up, phone on silent, and disappears.

You show up the next morning, like always.

You don’t knock—you never have. You’ve had a key since you were fifteen and Nagi was too lazy to answer the door during summer breaks. Back then, it was a convenience. Now, it's a lifeline.

The door creaks open, and nothing greets you except the low hum of the TV and the faint scent of fabric softener.

He's curled up in the corner of the couch, knees to his chest, controller idle in his lap. He doesn’t look up.

“Hey,” you say, voice too loud in the silence. “I brought that strawberry soda you like. And a cactus.”

That gets a blink, barely. His gaze flicks to the little green plant in your hands. You walk over and set it beside the one already on the window ledge—tall, spindly, with a little blue card sticking out that reads You Did Your Best!

You glance at it. “That from your parents?”

He shrugs. “They sent a basket, too.”

“Fruit?”

“Yeah.”

You roll your eyes, hands on your hips. “Of course.”

As if a basket of grapes, watermelon, and several other assorted fruits could fill the void that Nagi is experiencing right now.

When all Nagi really needs is a hug from his mom, a talk about how he’s still good enough for his dad.

He says nothing. You sigh, grab the remote, and sit beside him.

The silence stretches.

His mom texts you the next morning.

Can you check on Seishiro? He’s not answering again.

I checked on him yesterday, he’s no better than he was when he came home.

That’s what you want to say. That maybe if she’d just offered her son to come home instead of to that apartment they pay for- maybe she wouldn’t have to text you. 

But everyone’s still too scared to say anything about soccer, even his mom.

But you’ve never really been scared of Nagi Seishiro. Not since he used to hide behind your backpack in elementary school when he was too shy to ask the teacher for a new pencil.

You walk past the untouched meal you left for him yesterday on the counter. 

He doesn’t move when you drop onto the couch next to him.

"You smell like sock and despair," you mutter.

"Mm," he grunts. Which you take as a ‘welcome back.’

You stare at the side of his face, trying to find anything—a spark, irritation, something. But he’s just... blank.

"Alright," you say, standing up. "That’s it. We’re going out."

"No."

"Sei—"

"I said no."

There’s steel in his voice, the kind that’s not usually there. But you don’t flinch.

"I don’t care if you’re pissed or embarrassed or feel like shit, you’re not gonna rot in here like some forgotten leftover. That’s not you."

"You don’t know who I am anymore."

You freeze. The TV keeps playing.

For days, it goes on like this. You come over. You bring food, dumb movies, your presence. Nagi barely speaks. He doesn’t go out. Doesn’t text anyone. He watches you move around the apartment like you’re something distant, safe, unreal.

And maybe that’s why he lets you stay.

Everyone else is too scared to say the word. Soccer. Blue Lock. Twenty-fourth place.

Everyone walks on eggshells.

Except you.

“Sei,” you say one night, sitting cross-legged on the floor, sorting through takeout containers. “You know it’s okay to be mad, right?”

He doesn’t answer.

“You can punch a pillow or yell at the sky or tell Ego to shove it. You don’t have to act like this doesn’t suck.”

He shrugs. “It’s whatever.”

“No, it’s not. It’s everything.” Your voice cracks. “It was everything.”

Still, he doesn’t look at you.

And you hate how familiar this is—caring too much while he stays five steps removed. You’ve known him since childhood, and he’s always been like this. Unbothered. Aloof. Somewhere far away even when he’s sitting right next to you.

But this? This is worse.

Because back then, Nagi Seishiro was just unmotivated. 

Now, he’s empty.

You used to be the loud one. 

The pushy one. 

Always dragging him around, always getting him to try just one more thing. 

You were there when he picked up a soccer ball for the first time. When Reo showed up and everything changed.

And even when you lost him to Blue Lock, you told yourself you were okay with it. That he was chasing something real. That he'd come back stronger.

But the boy who came back isn’t stronger.

He’s not anything.

And day by day, you feel yourself dimming just to match the low-light gloom he lives in.

You start losing sleep.

Not because he asks you to stay, but because the idea of him being alone in that apartment feels wrong. Like maybe if you leave, he’ll forget to eat. Forget to move. Forget that he's still someone.

And the worst part? You’re forgetting too.

You start skipping hangouts, canceling plans. People stop asking. You stop explaining.

Your whole world shrinks to that quiet apartment and the boy slowly unraveling inside it.

One night, you catch your reflection in the microwave while reheating soup, and you don’t recognize yourself.

Your eyes are tired. Your mouth is tight. You’re wearing his hoodie.

You want to scream. Or cry. Or both.

Instead, you stir the soup and focus on the boy who you’re not sure you know anymore.

Weeks pass.

You keep showing up. 

Bringing food. 

Talking at him. 

Sitting in silence when he doesn’t answer. 

You water the plants. 

You stop telling people you’re fine. 

Because you’re not.

You love him.

You love him so much it feels like your chest might collapse when he won’t even look at you some days.

And it’s killing you.

Because how do you love someone who’s not really here anymore?

One night, you find him asleep on the floor. Just lying there, face down, controller nearby, game long since shut off. You kneel beside him and gently brush his hair from his forehead.

"Where’d you go Sei?" you whisper. "The real you."

His eyes open slowly. “Still here?”

“Yeah. Someone has to be.”

You pause. He’s looking at you now. Really looking. And it hurts.

"Why?" he asks, barely above a breath. "Why stay?"

You blink against the sting in your eyes. "Because I just-"

“I’m tired.” his yawn interrupts you.

"I know."

And you do. Because lately? You’re tired too. 

Tired of carrying hope like a burden. 

Tired of being the only one trying to pull him out of a place he doesn't want to leave.

“I don’t know if I can fix this,” you whisper.

He doesn’t answer. 

Just looks at you with that empty, unreadable expression.

And for the first time, you wonder if loving him is going to be the thing that breaks you.

It happens on a Tuesday.

You show up late, soaked to the bone, and slam the door hard enough to shake the picture frames. Nagi doesn’t flinch. He’s on the couch again, hoodie up, controller in hand—pretending to be busy. Pretending like you don’t exist.

You drop the takeout bag on the counter. Hard. You don't bother plating it anymore.

"You’re unbelievable."

Nothing. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment.

"You know, I used to think you were just lazy," you say, voice rising as the words tumble out. "That you didn’t care because everything came easy to you. That was annoying, sure, but it was you. It was still something. But this?"

You gesture wildly around the room—the plants, the half-unpacked suitcase, the fading card in the cactus pot.

"This is pathetic, Sei."

Still nothing. Just that blank, empty stare at the screen.

And it breaks you.

"Say something!" you shout. "Get mad! Cry, scream, throw something—anything! Stop just sitting there!"

He finally turns his head, slowly, blinking like he’s trying to process the noise.

He finally glances over. “You’re yelling.”

“Yeah, I’m yelling!” you explode. “Because I love you, and you’re just sitting there letting everything fall apart!”

The words drop like a bomb.

You freeze.

He stares.

And then—softly, like a child asking a question he’s never been allowed to voice—he says:

“…Why?”

Your breath catches.

You stare at him, wide-eyed. He looks genuinely confused. Not cold. Not cruel. Just lost.

He’s looking at you now, really looking—but it’s not awe or fear or understanding in his eyes. It’s confusion. Like he’s genuinely asking. Like he doesn’t get why anyone would choose to love him like this.

You take a breath, then another, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Because,” you say, voice cracking, “someone has to. And no one else is doing it.”

Nagi blinks again. Something in his expression shifts—barely. A twitch. A flinch. Maybe.

"You think I’m gonna give up just because you did?" you continue, stepping closer. "You think I’m just gonna walk away and let you rot here while everything you are slips away?"

“I’m not gonna leave you, Sei,” you say, voice trembling. “Even if you don’t love me. Even if you never love me. I’m staying. Until you can breathe again. Until you can wake up and be okay. With or without me.”

He’s quiet for a long, long time.

Then he glances toward the cactus.

“My parents love me,” he says softly.

You follow his gaze.

The You Did Your Best card flutters in the breeze from the vent.

He points at it.

“They sent that.”

Something inside you breaks.

You laugh, wet and bitter. “That’s not love, Sei. That’s...”

An obligation

A way to tell their friends that he’s fine

It’s…

“Pity, Sei. They don’t know how to help…”

He looks at you, expression unreadable.

You wipe your face and sit down next to him, closer than usual. Your knee brushes his.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you whisper. “But if you ever want to come back—if you ever want to be someone again—I’ll be here.”

He doesn’t take your hand. 

Doesn’t cry. 

Doesn’t thank you.

He just leans his head gently against your shoulder, hoodie soft and damp from his hair.

And in that silence, you feel it:

Not healing.

Not forgiveness.

But a beginning.

obviously, we don't know what happens to nagi. but if he doesn't come back, i hope this helps you fans find comfort.

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[boinin]

lmao

Not a grain of work got done this morning.

It's been a minute since I did one of these. Brain dump on chapter 299 under the cut (ahead of official translation)

Roughly in order, I guess?

- Nanase, precious boy that he is... doesn't deserve a top 23 placement over some of the players that didn't make the cut (I'm talking Niou, Hayate, Darai primarily). But I'm intrigued by how he'll reflect on this in the coming chapters.

- Tokimitsu fumbled a number of times versus BM. His final ranking is the consequence. I'm sad for him, but now suspect his early manga performance was overegged. He couldn't hold up under the pressure past the second selection. That's a very human, relatable conclusion for his character. But I hope we see more of him in future.

- The former U20 players got shafted in favour of plot armoured characters. I find it hard to believe, at minimum, that Niou underperformed at defence throughout the NEL versus like... Raichi or Nanase. But that's more of a writing/suspension of disbelief gripe than anything else.

- on that note: Neru never even got fielded. No bid for him at all! Noa played Igaguri over him 😑 that's some bullshit, Kaneshiro.

- Nishioka's placement, conversely, made me laugh. idk. it's the humour of a mysterious and hyped character that never actually proves their worth or power. Red herring for the ages. RIP Messi of Aomori.

- Igaguri has a club bid... and that's enough to get him out of the temple. I suspect his are actually happy tears!

Anyway, speaking of, timely to move onto the Nagireo tears... for there were many.

- Isagi sticking up for Nagi stirred my heart. They really are buds, mid-match antagonisation aside.

- REOOOOO

- Our beautiful princess with a fixation really did try his best to make a case for Nagi. I like how, in the panel where purple bun is fighting for his man hardest, they included Agi 👀 a little reminder of how blinkered Nagi and Reo are, off in their rainbow-tinted "partner" bubble.

- This chapter serves as a reality check to the players and to us, the readers. We've had 150 chapters of no one being eliminated. We got complacent. Ego (and by extension, Kaneshiro) chose violence today and reminded us that this manga started as a football elimination game. So it will continue.

- Ego's harsh on Nagi, publically humiliating him. But he's not saying anything that Nagi and Reo haven't already heard from their friends, fellow players and rivals. Agi, Rin and Barou told Nagi he was cooked chapters and chapters back. He and Reo's defiance of these warnings had consequences.

- However, I also think (or speculate, rather) that Ego is overly harsh in his treatment of Nagi and Reo. He's always had it in for them—they've never fit his mould of what the ideal striker or even player should be. And the way he condemns Nagi as 'already withered' is just... ridiculously harsh. Sure, that's Blue Lock. These are the stakes of this setting. But I suspect Ego has it in for them in particular because he sees something of his own naivety or failings in them. That warrants its own brain dump, so putting a pin in that for now.

- Ego's final dismissal to Nagi ("if you're a sensible man, satisfied with anything below [being the world's top]...") suggests that Nagi's failure is nearly... commendable. Because Blue Lock is insensible. It's ill advised. Taking satisfaction in mediocre talent may in fact be preferable to the never ending strife of competing to be the world's number one. Ego's advising Nagi to avoid the pain and embrace mediocrity.

- My conclusion on Ego's position is, he understands Nagi can never hope to compete with Isagi, Rin, Barou etc purely out of dedication to Reo. He sees Nagi as a waste of time, and perhaps otherwise, as someone too pure for Blue Lock's ideology. Because Nagi has never put football before Reo. Even in the second selection, he chose Isagi and Bachira over Reo out of a desire to improve, and become a better partner for Reo.

- This is reinforced in EpiNagi: for example, Nagi shows far more concern for Chigiri and his leg than Chigiri himself. Chigiri has wagered his leg against greatness. He fully accepts the consequence and ridiculousness of doing so... and Nagi can't understand this drive, or anyone else's. It's why he keeps asking everyone about why they pursue football, outside of anyone else (e.g. Reo).

- The same can't be said about Reo. He clearly adores Nagi: but Nagi is his treasure, his ticket to the World Cup, his partner, a genius. Nagi's always 'something' when Reo describes him. Reo is Reo to Nagi... but Nagi is a means to an end for Reo. A friend, and a beloved one at that... but still a means to achieve Reo's own dream. A dream which Reo isn't going to let slip by because of Nagi.

- That distinction helps explain how Reo was able to cut loose, score that goal against Barcha, and book a spot in the Top 23, while Nagi wasn't.

- I think Nagi understands this difference between them. Reo, regrettably, does not. In the next chapter, Nagi will likely lay out why and reassure Reo that he belongs in the top 23... and accept why he himself hasn't been able to make the cut.

It's gonna hurt so good... I'm seated and waiting for next Monday 😌

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Ego Jinpachi, you have spoken the truth... Well, the truth I have spoken weeks ago.

Brutal truth, but it has to be spoken. I knew Reo would bargain with Ego, but this is Blue Lock. People who stop dreaming and achieving are bound to be left off.

As always, thanks to bluelock.chapters on IG for feeding me with the leaks today!

[blueroseempress]

BLUE LOCK 299 SPOILERS

We waited for two weeks and now they leave us with a damn cliffhanger. 💔

Translations:

source: @shadowelkaiser on X

[detherun]

Tokimitsu...

[seishiroses]

Bllk Chap 299 Spoilers

The rest of the eliminated players who also worked hard standing there for the whole chapter watching Ego hold a televised round table discussion with Reo and Isagi over Nagi:

[proidents]

REO CRYING FUCK NO I CANT DO THIS BRO............. REOOOOO REO IM SORRYYY REOOOOO DONT CRY IM SORRY I MADE FUN OF YOU FOR BEING RICH REOOOOOOOOO

[lazysublimeengineer]

Nanase looking sincerely "surprise and dumbfounded" that he survived in the end makes me feel happy yet sad at the same time.

Like country boy couldn't really believed it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. But I'm just glad that he made it. He's literally an underdog this arc who has worked his way up from the bottom to the top 23.

He's on the verge of tears 🥹

God, if we don't get a single panel of Rin and Nanase interacting after this then what's the point?

I know Rin didn't give af about his teammates except for his obsession with Isagi and beating him, but I'm really curious to know how will he react that Nanase survived considering he PERSONALLY MENTORED AND TRAINED HIM.

[narcjsistx]

SPOILER CHAPTER 299 BLUE LOCK

it's just me crying over the spoilers for chapter 299. not a cry normal, i'm sobbing SOBBING

nation of nagireo how are we feeling.

credits to @shadowelkaiser on X!!

[strawberymilkk]

[seaweedbrainz626]

Nagi not saying anything for the whole chapter then his first word is ‘Reo’ 😭😭😭

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

[c7arisse]

chapter 284 be like

[mchlksr]

EPISODE 凪 - Nagi's Morning Routine.

[blueroseempress]

BLUE LOCK 299 SPOILERS

REO CRIES :(

Translations:

source: @shadowelkaiser on X

[explomb]

my favourite thing about bllk is that everyone is clinical and then there's just kurona. he's done nothing wrong. he's just here to vibe, be cute, say weird catchphrases like a side character in a mid-rate kid's show and play football. i genuinely do not think we've ever seen him angry. meanwhile kaiser is knee-deep in his 52nd mental breakdown, hiori is going by "ultrasadist" on main, ness is a bad day away from a homicide charge and isagi has ruined nearly as many men as ones he's made fall in love with him.