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+ nagi seishiro x f!reader | wc 2.4k | content: fluff, high school setting!, some cursing
notes: this was something requested by an anon !! i realised this prompt was also done in my other fic whole except nagi was the second lead :’) also pleaseeeee excuse me if this is ass because i haven’t written in a long time T_T but i’m working on getting back properly !! <3
summary: he didn’t ask you out because he wanted to, yet nagi gets more than he bargained for in the end.
“so, um, nagi, why’d you ask me out all of a sudden?”
it’s kind of an awkward situation to be in, you think, as you look around the arcade, shuffling your feet beside where nagi’s seated, trying to win some tickets from what you can only assume to be a music machine.
when he’d asked you out on a date yesterday, you didn’t think he’d take you to an arcade, of all places. (then again, nagi asking anyone out is sort of unbelievable, honestly.) if you knew sooner (or if nagi had bothered to tell you), you wouldn’t have worn such a nice dress for today.
besides, you’re not even sure why you’d agreed. call your state half-flustered or whatever, because you heard that nagi seishiro of all people does not bother with human relationships much. you’ve only ever seen him interact with mikage reo anyway—and you’d just chalked it up to him wanting it that way. nagi had never shown interest in girls or romance or that kind of shit, so cue your surprise when he asked you out yesterday, when he saw you at the bus stop.
“hey, wanna go on a date tomorrow?”
you blinked at him, utterly surprised because that was the first time that nagi had ever spoken to you.
“um, where to?” (you were still malfunctioning over the fact that he was asking you out on a date.)
nagi scratched the back of his head, and you could faintly make out reo a few ways behind him, watching on.
“hmm, not sure, i’ll text you tomorrow morning?” he suggested, pulling out his phone. “what’s your number?”
okay sure, you could’ve asked for more details, but it was hard getting nagi to respond to you at all. you’re pretty sure he was gaming, that’s why.
“oh, ‘cause reo asked me to.”
that… was not the answer you were expecting. “reo asked you to?”
nagi has a bad habit of not elaborating. you don’t really like that, because you don’t like asking questions, but you can’t help yourself now. this is too bizarre for you to let go.
“yeah, something about how he’s sick of me playing games all day long, told me to go get a date, then he’d return me my switch,” nagi mumbles, and you can’t help but think that reo’s plan may have backfired, considering how he’s on a date and still playing games.
while nagi’s grey eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, you find yourself drawn to the way he’s sucking in his cheek as he concentrates, the way his bangs fall over his eyes and how his fingers can respond so quickly to the lines on the screen.
“you’re pretty good at this,” you tell him, getting lost in how well he’s playing. the points on the screen gets so high he’s almost nearing the high score.
for a moment, nagi’s distracted by how close you are to him; your hair smells like citrus and it’s really smooth. it’s also the only time anyone other than reo has been this close and you’re not anyone so he doesn’t really see why you’re able to steal his focus from the game.
someone like you shouldn’t make him notice things that aren’t about games or himself.
but you do—and he misses the first note since the start of the game, though he recovers fairly easily.
he doesn’t know much about you, only that you’re in his class and you’re very pretty (now that he’s actually looking at you). you have a really cute laugh too, he realises, right when he wins the game and probably what’s a thousand tickets, with you rejoicing happily beside him.
“oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this,” you’re jumping and giggly and nothing like how quiet you are in school and why does he feel a little giddy knowing that he’s getting to see this firsthand? this doesn’t make sense. “okay, move aside, teach me, i wanna do it too.”
nagi obliges. it’s a pain having to teach someone else compared to doing it himself, he gets to know, as you miss probably half the notes on screen even when he tries to tell you how to do it. hell, he’s not really a good teacher.
you win about 300 tickets.
“not bad for a rookie,” nagi comments as you grab your own pile and stack it in your shared basket. the neon red and blue flashes pretty against your skin. it makes you even prettier, he feels.
you raise a brow. “nagi seishiro, wanna play a bet?”
no, not really. but somehow, he can’t quite turn down a game when it’s from you.
“what’re you betting?”
you hold out the basket in front of you. “i’m gonna find a game where i can beat you.” your chest is puffed out, like you’re determined, like you really believe you can. “if i lose, you can decide my punishment.”
nagi blinks at you. you’re… weird. you make his heart beat faster than usual. it’s a little concerning. “and if you win?”
grinning, you wink at him, “let’s leave that to later.”
whatever possessed him to spend the entire day following you around the arcade and watching you fail, he doesn’t know. you’re pretty bad at everything compared to him, but it’s not really fair—he’s probably spent ten times as much of his days in the arcade than you.
have you ever even set foot in here before?
nagi observes as you try desperately to beat him in ddr. you fail, naturally. your feet coordination really isn’t that good, but it’s pretty cute how hard you’re trying. you’re still pretty even at the end of it, even when you’re sweating and some of your hair is matted against your skin. he keeps that to himself though.
throughout the entire day, nagi finds himself entertained by your persistent insistence to beat him at something. it’s funny how you’re awful at the arcade games. it’s also funny how you’re honestly trying. it’s really no use but here you are, sweating once again from shooting hoops.
your 64 versus nagi’s 154.
“wow, you’re really bad at all these games,” nagi murmurs when he sees your score. “wanna go somewhere else?”
you’re quick to open your mouth but it takes you just as quick to shut it, probably knowing you’ll never beat him. at least, not today. “fine, you win,” you say through gritted teeth. you’re a little prideful; nagi’s learning a lot about you. “what do you want?”
nagi seems to have forgotten your earlier bet. he just shrugs and tells you to choose what you want at the exchange counter.
“you don’t want anything?”
nagi looks at the prizes with such disinterest it makes you wonder what can interest a guy like him. he shakes his head, “i can get anything i want anytime anyway.”
(the underlying insinuation that coming to the arcade with him is your only chance to win prizes flies right over your head.)
but when nagi looks at your slightly disappointed face, he tries to backtrack. “i’ll let you know when i think of something i want since i won,” he says, looking away from you. “but you choose one of the prizes today.”
turns out it’s so easy to please you. just like that and that smile is back on your face.
you choose a big goddamn pink teddy bear by the way. nagi sighs as he leaves the arcade with you. it’s probably a character nagi doesn’t know. he’s judging you, but then you hug it and smile at him and he forgets what he’s thinking about.
“i know this was only because reo asked you to, but…” you mumble after you and nagi both finished eating dinner, sitting across from each other at the ramen shop. “it was fun.”
nagi’s not sure what this is. just a customary thing where you’re showing appreciation for the time you two spent together today? you’re looking away from him though, he’s pretty sure normal customs don’t dictate that. he’s pretty sure you’re supposed to look at him when you say that.
“why’re you looking away?”
you look at him in blank shock (an expression that he doesn’t know how to process—what’s so weird about asking you that?) before you smile helplessly. “you’re very weird, nagi seishiro.”
“what do you mean?” nagi’s clueless, in that nagi seishiro way only he can be.
a few seconds of silence pass when you try to make up your mind. it’s unnerving how big and wide his eyes are, especially when they’re focused only on you and nothing else. in the end, you manage with a shake of your head.
“it’s nothing,” you decide. telling him of your possible crush on him would not do any good, you guess.
something bugs nagi; he can’t understand what it is. he just knows something feels off but it’s not like he’s ever felt this particular kind of irk—he doesn’t know what to do.
when the time comes to leave the restaurant, nagi finds himself walking the opposite way to his home because you started walking first.
somehow, his feet follows you.
it’s stupid—walking this far away from the direction of his home is troublesome. it’ll be a hassle to get home when his bus is on the other side of the long gone restaurant. why is he walking you to the train station again when he’ll just see you next week anyway? you’re in the same class.
“oh, are you gonna take the train too?”
nagi blinks at you, drawing a blank at your question. he must’ve completely zoned out. did the both of you get here in complete silence?
“no,” he answers honestly. he doesn’t elaborate. as usual.
by now, that doesn’t surprise you. instead you just nod your head, a hesitance borne in the shuffling of your feet. “well,” you drawl out, dragging the syllable, somehow hoping this wasn’t the end of the night but it is. “this was a nice one-time date,” you settle for, smiling. you’re about to just say goodbye, but you bite on your bottom lip, contemplating, before you slip his phone out of his hand and slide the screen to the side, taking a picture of the both of you together, nagi looking at the screen in surprise and you winking beside him.
when you hand it back to him, you bite your inner mouth, trying not to grin. “in case reo asks for evidence,” you offer as an excuse. you totally didn’t want to take a picture with nagi. “he better give you your game back!”
nagi gets this fleeting feeling that he doesn’t know how to explain when he sees you smiling at him. like how you remind him of the color gray. not because it’s bland but because it’s his favourite color. you remind him of spring and the cool breeze and how refreshing it feels.
“it was a nice one-time date, nagi seishiro,” you chuckle before you turn around, ready to head into the station and probably never spend such time with nagi again. you’ll probably get over the sadness of what could’ve been pretty quickly. you think.
but just before you can enter, you hear the firm steadiness in nagi’s voice. “no.”
you whip your head around, not quite sure you heard him right. “no?” you narrow your stare a little, moving out of other people’s way as they push past you into the station. “as in, you didn’t like it?”
you hope he doesn’t mean it like that.
nagi looks away, earnestly processing it. it came blurting out of him, he didn’t even know what he said until he said it. “i won the bet and what i want is… this. again. with you.”
the implications of his words slowly sink in and it has you feeling giddy. nagi, the guy who barely cares about anything nor makes the time for anyone—is he actually telling you this? is he really saying he’d take you out more?
meanwhile, nagi’s feet stay firmly planted where he is, wondering why you make him feel like this, why you make him feel like he can’t get enough. you’re just… you. before today, he could honestly say you were insignificant. but just the way you are; how you speak, your smile, your laugh and your resilience—nagi likes it, finds comfort in it, somehow.
“then,” you say as you enter the station, face giddy with the excitement of something new blossoming. “i’ll wait for more dates with you, sei.”
the way you call him that makes his heart skip a beat and he’s left blankly staring at your figure as you retreat into the station, stealing his heart with you.
“fine, fine,” reo sighs. it’s two days later on a monday and reo grudgingly gives nagi back his switch. “so, what’d you two do anyway?” he asks, shifting his gaze between nagi and you, though you’re at the other end of the classroom, talking excitedly to your friends.
nagi’s attention quickly transfers to his switch, already opening up a game to play. “nothing much,” is all he offers, and reo’s beginning to think maybe it was more of a punishment for you than a date.
reo sighs again, ready to lecture nagi for being the worst date ever when he pulls up his phone to look at the time. but he accidentally takes nagi’s phone instead, unlocking it to find his own chat thread—to which nagi doesn’t even bother saving his name (reo side eyes him but nagi doesn’t even realise).
that doesn’t surprise him, but what does is when reo realises your contact is saved—with the icon being a picture of the two of you together. you must really be something to be able to make nagi do something so idiotic like this.
“oi, nagi.”
nagi only responds with a raise of his brow. he’s still clicking away at the controls. reo guesses it must be a racing game from those sounds.
“if you guys get married i better be the best man for being your matchmaker,” reo teases, his grin filling his face.
even though nagi doesn’t respond, the champagne pink that brushes across his cheeks is enough indication to reo of nagi’s feelings for you.
looks like he never needed to worry after all.
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A MEASURE OF HIS LOVE
feat. nagi seishiro x gn! reader
prompt: "don’t you dare pick me up, you hear? don’t even try i- hey!!"
nagi seishiro is a tall man. like, really tall for someone his age.
that's one of nagi's most annoying traits, you could say. he takes pride in the fact that he's taller than you, and will always make fun of you for that.
to add to that, most of his cupboards in his apartments were pretty tall because he's tall, so whenever you come over, you had to get a chair to grab a glass or ask nagi to come get it for you (though he would always say it's a hassle and doesn't want to do it).
today was no different. nagi had asked you to come over because he missed you and wanted to cuddle with you (same excuse every time, but you found it cute). you complied, of course, because it's been a while since you guys have spent any alone time together.
which is why you are currently on nagi's couch, his long arms wrapped around your body as a movie was playing on his television. nagi wasn't even paying attention, he was too focused on trying to not fall asleep and literally holding you hostage.
"sei, can you let go?" you asked, trying to pry his hands off of you. "i want to grab a cup of water."
"no. 'm comfy already." he replies, snuggling his head deeper into your back.
"sei i'm serious. i'm really thirsty." you said, and nagi eventually lets go with a huge sigh.
"fine, but hurry." he complains, and you nodded. you seem to have forgotten how high the cupboard is because once you were in front of it, you stared at it was a dejected look on your face.
"right... the cups i usually use are the highest part of the shelf." you thought to yourself sadly, prompting to grab a chair and drag it.
"why're you taking so long?" nagi suddenly asks behind you, making you scream.
"what the fuck nagi?!" you exclaimed, holding a hand on your chest. "you scared the shit out of me!"
nagi raises his eyebrows in return. "did you not hear me walk?"
you shake your head. "well anyway, can you help grab the cup on top there since you're here?" nagi looks at the cup you're pointing and there's suddenly a look of mischief in his eyes. you know exactly what he's thinking. "don’t you dare pick me up, you hear? don’t even try i- hey!"
nagi was already lifting you by your waist, making you eye level with the cup you were pointing at. "this is easier, no?"
"what do you mean easier?! isn't this just more work for you?" you asked in disbelief, actually surprised that he finds this much more easier than just grabbing the cup for you. when he doesn't reply, you sigh and grab the cup, tapping his arms to let you down.
he doesn't, though.
"what are you doing? let me down!" you exclaimed, looking back at nagi who looked like he was holding back a laugh. "why are you laughing? let. me. down."
"no it's just-" he pauses, letting out a laugh. "it's weird seeing you this tall. i'm so used to having to look down when talking to you."
"wha-?!" you almost choked on your own spit. "what? i am not that short, nagi!"
"oh, but you are. i mean, compared to me, you're only able to see my chest when standing in front of me, right?" he teases, and you can't help the embarrassment show on your face. "see? even you agree with your red cheeks."
"oh shut up!" you whined, covering your cheeks with your hands, careful to not drop the cup.
nagi eventually lets you down, but still holds you tightly in his hold. "you're like a cute gremlin."
"what the fuck? a gremlin?!" you were literally staring at him with daggers, but nagi only gives you a smile. "can't believe i'm dating a literal giant who does nothing but tease me about my height everyday." you had to wiggle your way to the water dispenser because nagi just wouldn't let go.
"but you love this giant, don't you?" nagi asks, resting his head on top of your head.
taking a sip from your cup, you look up at him, smiling. "yeah, i do."
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❛ MID LOOKING ❜
cw: established relationship, nagi x gn! reader, nagi has beef w a kid, kid called you ‘mid looking’, reader is called girlfriend and used she prns once .
a/n: cr inspo to @adoregojo ! their works r rlly good (ˋ▽ˊ) i wanted it to be longer, but couldn’t make out what
it wasn’t often you and nagi get to have a date in public — you both preferred having your dates at home or anything the doesn’t involve a lot of work or exercise.
they just end up cuddling or playing a couple games.
although, today you guys wanted to change things up a bit and have a cafe date. there wasn’t much walking since it was just a few blocks away from your apartment.
as you and nagi were eating your food outside at the patio, a small family appeared and sat just a table across from you guys.
you were focused on eating your desired food and didn’t notice how nagi was lazily admiring you. he couldn’t help but look at how adorable you looked with food stuffed in your cheeks. he was about to comment how cute you looked, but then a little boy walked up and commented something else instead.
“is she your girlfriend?”
nagi blinked at the kid and quickly glanced at you before answering with a ‘yeah’.
“she’s kinda mid looking.”
that snapped nagi. at that moment, nagi knew that the kid clearly doesn’t have any taste in looks. nor will that kid get a significant other with that kind of taste. ‘he probably doesn’t even have taste in life.’ thought nagi.
aside from nagi, you just laughed at the kid’s statement and continued with eating your meal. you obviously saw the statement as a joke; nagi saw the statement as an offensive insult.
nagi side eyed the kid before grabbing his hands and walking to the other side of the cafe. “ill be right back.” he told you before going.
“okay, look, i don’t have time to talk to a senseless kid that has no taste in people. but i just want you to know that you have no right to talk to my lover like that and call them ‘mid looking’. you got that?” that was clearly not a question. nagi wanted to say more, but he wasn’t in the mood to give a speech.
the kid slowly nodded and they both walked back to the patio in silence. awkwardly.
~
later on, you couldn’t make out why nagi kept bombarding you with compliments at how good looking you were.
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reo enters seishiro’s apartment without announcement—he has a key, you know, because he owns the damn place, though you’re solidly sure he’d have one anyway. seishiro doesn’t tend to tell him no.
you’re perched on the counter, availing yourself of both the abundant natural light in the kitchen and the view straight into the sitting room where sei is playing video games. it’s a nice, casual morning; not the first time you’ve stayed over since you became official, but close to it.
when reo comes waltzing in, barely taking the time to remove his shoes and put on his slippers, you freeze. he catches sight of you before he sees seishiro, pausing in his path and eyes slowly widening as he takes you in—dressed in one of sei’s massive hoodies and your own skimpy sleeper shorts, lounged out next to the sink, bare feet up on the fancy marble.
you blink at him, a deer in headlights. he blinks back. and then you scramble to get on solid ground.
seishiro greets his best friend from the couch; you don’t see him, but you imagine a lazy wave over his shoulder, throwing his head back though his attention remains entirely on his game.
reo doesn’t respond anyway. his attention is entirely on you, unmistakable as he barrels forward like a madman and corners you up against the counter, the look on his face unreadable. he scans your form again as though your clothes will shift to something less domestic if he looks at them hard enough, and scowls when it doesn’t work.
a hand darts out to grab your jaw and tilt your head, forcefully bearing your neck to him. it’s so sudden and unexpected that you freeze. he brings his other hand up to wrap around the back of your neck and presses his thumb firmly against a spot on your jugular, just beneath your jaw, and your throat bobs beneath the touch as you swallow thickly.
and your mind strays to last night, all heady passion and hazy warmth, a broad chest and calloused hands and those muscled thighs; sei taking initiative in a rare burst of motivation, throwing you down onto the couch and latching lips to the spot reo now strokes with his thumb.
he’d left a mark that you’d found this morning when you woke up, and you hadn’t bothered covering it—hadn’t planned on showing it off to anyone except the very man who’d put it there, but frankly you should have known better. mikage reo and nagi seishiro come as a matching set.
reo pushes in closer. your back digs into the counter, drawing a quiet gasp from you. he inhales, too, almost in sympathy; gaze falling to your lips as they part for air.
for half a moment you think he might kiss you.
“how long?” is what he asks instead, his face pinched, his eyes wild, still locked on your mouth.
you swallow thickly and feel your throat bob beneath his grip. “about a few weeks?”
“when?”
your gaze slides behind him, falling upon seishiro where he sits playing, except that he isn’t. his head is flopped over the back of the couch, soft white hair dangling in a curtain over his eyes, which are wide but empty as they regard you and the position you’re in. on the tv, an ugly red game over flashes desperately.
but when you lock eyes with him, he straightens. reo’s touch seems to burn against your skin as you whimper out, “sei,” and your boyfriend finally rises from his seat to approach. his clothes and hair disheveled, he shuffles along with slippered feet dragging against the floor, but as he draws closer there’s some energy you’ve never felt from him before. it makes you go limp in reo’s hold.
“three weeks,” sei says, that disinterested tone so comforting you think you might be insane. his hand grips your arm, his other reaching around to find the dip of your waist as he adds, “and two days.”
he tugs you free of reo easily, dragging you away smoothly in a motion that has his best friend’s hands disappearing from your skin immediately. as if it were an entirely normal morning, he drapes himself over you, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder (brushing lips sweetly against his mark, quick and fleeting) and securing his long arms around your waist.
“but i’ve wanted to for a while. i told you that, reo. you said to go after what i wanted.”
in your peripheral you can see how his gaze has latched onto reo’s form, still frozen in the same pose sei had freed you from. his hand has balled into a fist, and those wild eyes have now snapped glare at sei without turning his head. for a moment you think it might be some kind of standoff.
but a beat later reo blinks, and when he turns to the pair of you he’s a different person—all easy smiles and crinkled eyes, congratulating sei with a slap on the back and telling him to treat you well. he buys you two lunch from one of sei’s favorite spots, and then dinner from somewhere too fancy and expensive for you to say aloud (that doesn’t do take-out, certainly, except when a mikage calls), and you decide to put it out of your mind. a fluke, you tell yourself, and perhaps it’s delusional, but all you can do is put it out of your mind.
except you still catch him staring at the place sei left that mark, even long after it fades, and he never seems to mind when you notice.
sometimes you wonder when he’ll finally give in and freshen it up himself.
sequel
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♡ LOST FOCUS - NAGI SEISHIRO
WARNINGS: writing could be better. fluff, gn!reader
WORD COUNT: 421
nagi seishiro has been sitting on his bed for hours now with his phone in hand to play games while you’ve been sitting at his desk to study for upcoming exams. at first, he thought you two would finish whatever you were doing at the same time, but he’s now been staring at you for half an hour, just waiting for you to finish whatever you’re doing.
he watches as your eyebrows are furrowed together and tongue barely poking out of the corner of your mouth as you’re focusing on the text you’re reading while taking a few notes. your eyes have begun to droop slightly and you nod off every once in a while, that seems to be your boyfriend’s cue to do something about it.
you’re broken out of your focus as nagi has suddenly gotten out of bed to poke your shoulder. it doesn’t matter if you would try to ignore it, he will always do everything in his power to break your focus when it comes to studying, so you turn in the chair to face him, raising your eyebrows. “what, sei?” you sigh, glancing over at your studies for a quick second before he once again pokes you.
“you should take a break, you’re tired,” he mutters, now reaching for your hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. the look he gives you is one he often pulls whenever he wants something from you and he usually doesn’t get a no afterwards. he’s well aware of the importance of studying even if he hasn’t ever been one to care about school work, but he knows you overwork yourself, so he’s only doing a good deed, right?
he looks down at you with pleading eyes and you let out a loud sigh before allowing him to pull you up from the chair and into his arms. “just a small break,” you mumble and he nods while beginning to lead you towards the bed where he carefully lays you down. nagi crawls under the covers with you and wraps his large arms and legs around you like a koala.
“let’s take a nap,” nagi whispers as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. one of his hands is laid against your cheek as he strokes it gently, almost as if it’s something he’s so used to that he does it automatically. you lean your head into his warm hand and put your own hand in his snowy hair. “maybe i could take a long break…”
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includes: nagi seishiro x gn!reader. i am not a big marvel / dc (?) fan so forgive me for any inaccuracies, made this bc i saw spidey nagi art and my brain did a SHIJWSI — wc: 284
Spiderman Nagi, who unintentionally saves your life when an accident occurs in your city, only asks if you are injured before leaving you.
Spiderman Nagi discovers that you went to the same school as him and asks Reo for any information about you, driven by curiosity ever since the previous encounter ( he found you quite good looking ).
Unbeknownst to Spiderman Nagi, he couldn’t fathom that you would discover his identity in just a week. He learns that your reasoning was deduced from his signature catchphrase, “Too much of a hassle.”
Spiderman Nagi fails to realise that he has fallen in love with you until Reo points it out, revealing that he never acts towards you the way he does with others.
Finally gathering the courage, Spiderman Nagi plans to confess his feelings to you. However, before he can, you beat him to it by kissing him after he sustains severe injuries from fighting a villain.
Like a scene from a movie, Spiderman Nagi kisses you upside down every time he passes by, creating a romantic atmosphere.
At 2 am, Spiderman Nagi knocks on your window just because he misses you and craves your comforting hugs and kisses.
Spiderman Nagi would do anything to save you and ensure your safety, even if it means you have to forget about him, a sacrifice he is willing to make.
Observing you from afar, Spiderman Nagi sees you engaged in conversation with Reo, understanding that he shouldn’t disrupt your peace for the sake of your safety, a bittersweet display of his love.
In hopes that you will remember him and the bond you shared, Spiderman Nagi leaves small trinkets in your room, longing for a return to the way things used to be.
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real or not real — nagi seishiro x reader !
warnings. indecent language, ooc nagi.
tropes. meet-ugly, enemies to lovers.
you hate nagi seishiro.
he was stone cold, often referred to as socially awkward— but you feel like those were just excuses to make up for his rude and nasty behavior. personally, you think he’s overrated just because he’s considered a soccer genius. of course, no one ever believes you. they think your hatred clouds your judgement (it obviously does not).
you first met him when you were in grade school, deskmates for the first day of class. he was shorter than you at that time, but aside from his height, everything about him stayed the same. he still has the same gunmetal gray eyes that’s either reflected with boredom or reflected by the screen of his gray nintendo gameboy. he still has the same white hair, as clean as the first drop of snow, but as wild as a lion’s mane.
to you, there was absolutely nothing about him that’s fascinating— he was the same as any average boy. playing mobile games was his favorite past time, so much so that you believed that it was his lifeline at one point. or so you’d assume. he always kept to himself and was left to his own devices (quite literally), most things that kids enjoy don’t seem to pique his interest. you guess those were the reasons why he didn’t have many friends.
no, scratch that— he didn’t have any friends.
at first you wondered why. if there’s one thing you noticed about him even at a very young age, it’s that he’s handsome. he doesn’t have to be the “rich kid” with amazing gadgets and fancy toys, or the “cool kid” who knows what right words to say and way to say it, but he’s nagi. he was conventionally attractive without even trying. however, that fact doesn’t seem to make up for the fact that he looks lonely.
so, you’ve devised a plan to talk to him.
“hey. sei-chan, wanna be my friend?” you’re everyone’s friend. the sunshine child, the one who always lends her classmate crayons or pencils, the kid with pigtails who smile at strangers for no reason. you’re the kid that everyone loves, and if by some miracle, someone hates you (which has never happened and will never happen)— everyone would simply take your side. you’re loved by all.
if nagi was shocked by your sudden proposal, his features didn’t show any signs of it. what he does is pause his current game and faces you. it’s the first time you’ve ever stared at him eye-to-eye. your heart jumps.
uh oh. is this what they call a crush?
eyes filled with hope, you patiently waited for nagi’s response. you expected him to utter “sure” wearing his usual monotone voice, but it doesn’t come. and what he says instead ruins you. your heart does a somersault and tumbles, crashing onto the pavement and breaking into tiny, gliterring pieces. it did not feel good.
“no thanks. i despise people like you.”
you’re not sure what you’ve done wrong at that very moment. maybe you were too blunt, too cheery, too whatever — just something too much to be able to upset someone like nagi seishiro, who doesn’t feel strongly about anything or anyone. you didn’t have the courage to ask him what you’ve done wrong because your vision blurs. you always reckoned that it was due to anger, but your mother who saw you run home with tear-streaked cheeks says otherwise.
you still don’t know how you managed to piss off nagi, even until your very first year of college. after grade school, you never saw him again. you heard he studied at some prestigious high school but that was the end of it, you never really asked because you had no interest whatsoever. you somehow managed to assure yourself that there was no way you’d ever cross paths with him once again— so why is he here?
why, of all places, would he be your deskmate for your politics class?
at this point, you thought maybe the gods above despised you, too. did they hate you enough to not only be schoolmates, not only be classmates with this man, but to be deskmates? hate is the only logical explanation for this fucked-up coincidence. you’re not keen on fates or invisible strings so you’re sure this was just a punishment for you.
oh god. you hate it so much. you hate him so much.
without a word, you took the seat right next to him, taking the opportunity while he’s sound asleep. you’re not sure why he would take politics as his subject, because as far as you know about him, all he ever cares about is his mobile games. maybe soccer as well, but that’s not exactly related to politics, either.
when the professor enters the class, you found no reason to wake him up. he could get screamed at for all you care, but there was no way you’d ever converse with him at your own accord. because the only way you’d ever survive sitting next to him for the whole semester is by not acknowledging him at all. you can do that. you can avoid talking or looking at him. he’s not that talkative (and he’s not even awake) to begin with.
until your plan crashes and burns.
he turns out to be your partner for a school project— a big one, at that. you considered going solo, but the whole point of the project is to make sure two people are working together. it was a community development kind of plan, so unless he works with you and you work with him, you’d be getting an F for your politics class. that, you can’t have. even if it meant talking to him and enduring his presence.
he wakes up right after the class ended and you could barely contain your scoff. he sat through the whole 2 hour lecture just like that, does he have no care for his grades? doesn’t matter. it’s none of your business if he fails, that simply means that you won’t see him much anymore (which is a win for you).
you sighed. he should’ve been paired with someone else. why did it have to be you? why did it have to be your deskmate? and why did he have to be your deskmate? it was too much. how could you ever work with someone you hate? with someone who hates you?
you’re going to fail politics. you’re 100% sure of that. there was just no way that you’d ever accomplish this task— or you could beg your professor to let you switch partners. or you could ask your classmates to let you switch... but who would ever want someone as lazy as nagi to be their partner? fuck.
from the corner of your eye, you saw nagi yawn. it took all of you to swallow your pride whole and gulp it down to ever approach him, but it’s better than not trying. if you fail, at least you tried. even if it meant battling your inner demons.
so, clutching your bag straps tightly as if it would ever help, you turned to your sleepy deskmate. “nagi. it seems like we’re partners for the politics subject. i’m expecting you’d cooperate willingly so that—”
“sorry,” he interrupts with half lidded eyes. “do i know you?”
“you’re going to rip your paper to shreds.” nagi commented from behind you, peering over your shoulder as you aggressively wrote on your notebook. you imagined the page to be nagi’s face as you cruelly stabbed it, not caring about your pen or your paper’s state. you cannot believe that for some reason, you’re still stuck with the snow white haired guy. you’ve tried everything there is to get rid of him but nothing seemed to work.
“right,” your teeth could break with how hard you clenched your jaw. “will you be free later?”
“oh. i have soccer training.”
of course he fucking has soccer training.
you gave him the strongest deadpan you could muster before exhaling a deep breath. once to calm yourself down, twice to clear your head and thrice in hopes of losing all of your lungs’ air so you could shrivel and die on the spot. nagi seems to be unaware of your thoughts— and even if he had understood your facial expression and body language, he simply did not care.
“i’ll be free after, though.” he adds, as if you’d ever know that information if he hasn’t uttered it. this at least gives you the sense that he might care about the group project, and that he won’t be a complete inconvenience.
“okay. let’s meet up at the coffee shop near school. will you be done at 8?”
“yeah. but,” he pauses. “i thought we’d just do the project at my place.”
“who died and made you king?” you blurt out before you could think of a proper response. you wondered if you’d ever feel so strongly about a person the same way you did for nagi. he was driving you mad.
“what?” his clueless face almost made you feel guilt— almost. but you ignored the sensation and frowned instead. the least you could do was give him a clearer sentence:
“there’s no way i’d ever step a foot at your house.”
“it’s fine. no one’s home anyway.”
“that’s even worse.”
“huh? oh. don’t worry. you’re not my type.”
the conversations you somehow hold with nagi infuriates you. he has this way of making you feel like shit for some reason, and he does it with so much nonchalance you’d wonder if he insults everyone. but you know better and you know he definitely doesn’t, because you’re the only one he treats like this. it’s the absolute worst.
what does he mean you’re not his type? were you not pretty enough? not tall enough? not skinny enough? not fair enough? not what? ever since grade school, you’ve always thought that he sees you as someone “too much” and yet as he stands here with you, in an empty classroom— you wondered how you could be “too much” and yet be “not enough” at the same time.
and since when did you care about how he views you? since you were kids, apparently. because the words he would utter up until this day shatters you all the same. and you hate him— so goddamn much. but beyond all that anger, there’s grief. it doesn’t subside even as you grabbed all your things and shoved 6”3 foot tall nagi aside.
for some reason, he shows up at the café you mentioned at exactly 8 o’clock in the evening. you were typing away on your laptop, while a cup of caramel macchiato and a bunch of scattered papers littered your desk. you didn’t expect him to come, and it would’ve been better if he didn’t. but somehow, he’s here and he looks a little apologetic.
“are you upset?” he asks. his sports bag slumped over his shoulder as he stands right next to you. there’s an unoccupied seat in front but he doesn’t take it— at least, not yet. his whole, undivided attention was poured onto you and you alone. it makes you squirm in your seat, so you decided not to look up from your screen to greet him.
“no. take a seat.”
“you look upset.”
“do you want me to be upset?”
“no.”
“then shut up.”
wordlessly, he takes the seat right in front of you and slouches. he looks battered and fatigued from practice, but he doesn’t say a word to complain (to your absolute shock). you guessed that he walked straight from the field to the café without even changing or taking a shower, because his clothes clung to him like a shirt a few sizes smaller.
“shouldn’t you go change?”
“yeah. but i left my clean clothes at my apartment.”
fifteen minutes pass and you suddenly closed your laptop shut, eyes fixated on nagi’s gunmetal gray ones. he looks surprised from your sudden move, a look that you didn’t expect to recognize due to how miniscule it was. you felt bad for him. the café was getting too cold for comfort and all he wore was his jersey (one that’s drenched with his sweat). if you stayed any longer, he’d probably catch a cold.
why you care, however, that was not a question you could currently answer.
“let’s just go to your place.”
despite his constant need to laze around, his place wasn’t a complete mess— well, yes, there are (presumably dirty) clothes on the floor and used dishes on the sink, but you’ve seen worse. you expected his apartment to be so much worse. it seems like he’s not a complete monkey to not understand basic hygiene and cleanliness.
your only problem is that nagi seems to be bored. you caught him dozing off the coffee table as you ramble about your politics project, and you don’t even have to ask if he cares at all— because he’s trying to hide his obvious distate and boredom. so, even though you’d rather proceed to do your work rather than humoring this 6 foot tall giant, you pipe up:
“wanna play a game?”
“what game? i don’t like games that require effort.”
“it’s called real or not real. we take turns in guessing if the other person’s sentence is real or not real.”
“sounds like a pain.” he groans.
“you know what truly is a pain?” you turned to look at him. “this politics project. so take it or leave it. i’m kind enough to give you a break.”
“shouldn’t we play a different game? a mobile game, maybe.”
“what about a wager, then? the winner’s the boss.”
the game was a piece of cake— to you, at least. nagi’s an open book and it’s easy to read him. you explained that the mechanics goes like this: you take turns in giving very specific sentences about yourself, and the other party has to guess whether it’s real or not real. five wrong guesses means that the other person wins. so the only thing you have to do is to make sure that nagi loses first.
unfortunately, you were down to four mistakes while nagi only had one. the game wasn’t going like how you imagined it would be. how were you supposed to know that nagi keeps a cactus as a pet? how were you supposed to know that he only figured out how to play soccer when he was in high school? how were you supposed to know that he’s got a picture of his crush under his study table? (you still had no idea who that crush is, and it quite literally shocked you). how were you supposed to know that someone like nagi seishiro, was capable of liking someone romantically?
on the other hand, out of the six sentences you threw at him— he had only guessed wrong once. you don’t know how he’s so good at this game, too. it was either he knew awfully a lot about you, or was really good at second guessing things. you’re pretty sure it was the former. how could he know a lot about you, when he doesn’t even know your name?
“real or not real: i hate you.” you stated. his nonchalance was putting you off, but you’re not sure if you were uneasy because of it or if you felt guilty for saying that sentence out loud. you told yourself you could just take it back and act as if it’s not real but nagi himself looked so convinced when he said:
“real.”
he was right once again. but you didn’t have enough time to dwell on the whole thing when his sentence comes.
“real or not real: i want to kiss you right now.”
the silence was so loud it pierces your ears— or maybe you have gone deaf with that sentence. you’re not sure of anything at the moment because it feels like your senses were slowly slipping from your own fingers. if nagi was joking, his face didn’t show any signs of him laughing soon. but maybe you should know better, maybe he could joke like that with a straight face.
so you waited for a few minutes, for him to tell you that it was a joke— that it’s not part of the goddamn game because how could it be part of it? but nothing comes. his eyes were simply on you as he patiently awaits your answer. your make it or break it answer, at that. and it only dawns on you that this is real, this is his sentence and he’s expecting you to play. he’s expecting you to answer real or not real. because you were the one who proposed the game in the first place.
you wanted to scream and to run away, but you were rooted on the spot. time stood still and it froze you under nagi’s unblinking gunmetal gray eyes, as if the situation’s not bad at all. but this is a trick question, your rational mind says. he told you when you were younger that he despises people like you, asked you if he knows you upon meeting at your politics class, and told you that you’re not exactly his type— so there’s no way he’d want to kiss you. right?
you meet his gaze. right, nagi?
against your better judgement to think it through, you suddenly blurted: “real.”
his face doesn’t shift and nor did the mood of the room. your heart was beating erratically as if you’re not facing the guy you clearly hated with a passion, but the silence ensues. you were screaming at yourself, why the fuck did you say real? were you out of your goddamned mind? were you crazy? the answer’s clearly not real!
nagi, however, only looks away. “huh.”
“what?”
“i almost won. what a pity.”
“the answer’s real?”
“yeah.” he tilts his head and answers as if you were stupid. as if you were the one who’s weird and doesn’t get what’s happening— but maybe that really is the case. because you’re mind hasn’t caught up yet. what does he mean the answer’s real? does that mean he wants to kiss you, right now? how is that possible after all the things he had said to you?
you laugh. not the quiet giggle or the chuckle you were accustomed to doing, but a belly laugh— one that could rival a hyena’s. because this was funny. too funny. he’s definitely joking and you’ve only figured out that now.
“okay, fine. you got me.”
“what do you mean?”
“the joke. you’re so serious that i almost missed it.”
confusion marrs his face. “what joke?”
“about the kiss.”
“i wasn’t joking.”
“well, i’d rather have you joking than for that sentence to be real.”
“you hate me that much?”
he almost sounds hurt, but you knew better. how could he be hurt, out of all people? if there’s anyone who’s hurt, it would be you. how can he say all those hurtful things with so much nonchalance and tell you things like he wants to kiss you? how cruel must he be to toy with you like this? it was not funny. none of this was funny.
and it reminds you of your childhood— of your little crush on nagi that never seemed to go away. somehow, the little you screams that you should not fall for something like this. that it is easier to hate nagi than to love him. that it is easier to stand up from your seat, smile, and tell him: “yeah. i do.”
it has been a week. maybe two. or three? you’ve lost count. you’ve never visisted nagi again after the whole real or not real game, and you never saw him often because he’s been excused. something about soccer championship that you didn’t bother listening to. besides, you liked the comfortable silence now that he’s not around.
your phone dings. and it’s from an unknown number. but somehow, you guessed it has something to do with nagi.
unknown
real or not real: i’m sorry
oh. that’s right. the game technically hasn’t finished yet because no one has won. you told yourself numerous time that you won’t reply to his message, but against your better judgement, you somehow still did.
you
real
when your class ended, nagi seishiro was right outside. he was panting and sweaty— as if he ran just to get where you were. but this is nagi we’re talking about. there’s no way he’d actually do something like that, despite his lingering look on you. what’s that supposed to mean, anyway?
breathless, he speaks up to catch your attention. you were busy stuffing your books inside your locker, back against him as you completely ignored his presence. you did not say hi. you did not meet his gaze. but even without direct contact, your heart was drumming against your rib just by knowing that he’s near. what the heck.
“we won the game.”
there’s a lot of responses that entered your mind at that very moment. entry #1, who asked? entry #2, who cares? entry #3, why are you telling me this? and the list goes on. you’re pretty sure none of them were positive— but this was all so confusing. why was nagi chasing after you like a lost puppy who lost its mom? what’s he going for here?
“that’s good for you.” you slammed your locker shut and walked away. nagi eventually follows after you, as if there’s something in his throat that he wants to let out, but you didn’t give him the chance to. you’re sure nothing that would come out of his mouth is good. you’re sure he’s running after you because of the politics project, or because he wants to annoy you.
and you hate it. you hate him. your gut twists at the thought of him running after you like this is some shoujo manga and that’s the annoying part. how is your heart flipping with your every waking step if you hate him so much? you’re supposed to hate nagi, god fucking damn it.
you finally stop in your tracks, whipping around to face the 6 foot tall soccer player. to get it all over with.
“is there something you need to tell me?”
“we haven’t finished the game.”
“i don’t care about the game. leave me alone.”
“it’s your turn. your real or not real.”
this was stupid no matter what angle you look at it. it was just some game you made up and decided to try with nagi. it didn’t mean anything to you because all you wanted by then was to get his attention, so why did it matter so much to him? you don’t get it. you’re not sure how nagi circuits because everything he does confuses you. and before you know it, your irrational side takes over. reason left your body when you blurted the words:
“stop it. fucking stop this.”
why are you so persistent?
“was it fun to toy with me? was it fun when you told me you despised me when we were kids? was it fun when you told me i was not your type? i don’t fucking get it.”
you were angry. mad. seething. your blood boiled underneath your skin and you feared that it would leave your whole being in nothing but dust. through it all, you’re also confused. perplexed. lost. your mind can’t understand the fine line between hate and love anymore. your feelings overlap with each other and merges— you’re not sure what you’re feeling now. you’ve wondered how long you’ve buried this string of emotions you’ve had for nagi. that would explain why you’re nothing but a ticking time bomb now.
“if my playing with my feelings give you so much fun— then do it elsewhere. i have no time for things like this, nagi.”
“but i’m not playing, though. i’ve liked you for quite awhile now.”
excuse me?
“oops. i accidentally gave the answer to my next sentence. what a pain,” he scratches the nape of his nexk and looks away.
how the fuck am i supposed to respond to that?
“do you expect me to believe you?”
“i’ve got no reason to lie,” he shrugs. “plus, lying’s a pain. i don’t like it.”
“but— what you said back then...”
“i, well. i go blank when i talk to you. i guess. my stomach flips when you’re around and my throat goes dry.” nagi doesn’t look at you once while he utters this. tinge of red coats the tip of his ears and this is where you think ‘this is it’. he’s not lying. this is real, and you know that much— nagi never looked nervous until now. you think maybe that explains why he would avoid your gaze and why he would say the most confusing things. you think maybe this is nagi. the socially awkward nagi. the one who can’t talk to people properly nagi.
“i’ve always thought you were pretty. i despise pretty things because it makes me feel things. it’s a pain.” he mumbles. “of course i know you. of course i know your name. but it’s the first thing i thought to say because your face was too close. you’re prettier up close.”
he should stop talking. he should drop it all together and just kiss you, but you could never say these words because you haven’t wrapped your head around the whole thing yet. nagi likes you. nagi thinks you’re pretty. nagi short circuits when you’re around. nagi thinks you’re pretty. nagi’s actually confessing. nagi likes you. he thinks you’re pretty. he likes you.
“i don’t like pretty things. that’s not my type at all. but reo said i might be in love with you.” he finally turns to look at you and tilts his head. your face burns— and you swore it was because of the remnants of your anger, but everyone else could tell that it was not. your heart does a somersault, but this time it does not drop. it stays in the air, lingering like nagi’s perfume scent, until he carefully waits for it to land on his palms when he said: “i think he’s right. i’m in love with you.”
for the duration of your game with nagi and with all the truths shared between the both of you— this is probably the most real out of them. this is the only time he doesn’t ask the question ‘real or not real’ because his face says it all. his face says that it’s the real and raw truth. his face says that you must believe this because he’s not making it up. it was the first time you could read his expression. it was the first time that you’re not confused by nagi.
“fucking dumbass,” you comment. “that’s not how it works.”
you reach over to grab his collar, on your highest tip-toes because of his height. you’re pretty sure you’re the only ones present in the secluded corridor but the clamors of your heart makes an illusion of people cheering for you. somewhere in the parallel worlds of your universe, you think maybe those cheers exist. it only silences when you pulled nagi down with you, whispering:
“i hope you still want to kiss me, then.”
when he closes in the gap between the both of you, his answer was loud and clear.
i do. always.
notes. YES YES YES i finally finished this long ass fic! i’ve been writing it since forever & im just SO glad i finally get to finish it 🥹 as u can see, there is nothing on my mind rn but nagi seishiro. he’s literally living in my head rent-free and i’m not complaining. i love him too much. i hope u enjoyed this ‼️ as always, likes & reblogs are appreciated <3 thank you so so much for ur patience & love for this blog ❤️
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18:23 ෆ NAGI SEISHIRO
you’re pouting.
oh god, you’re pouting. you’re so cute when you pout. nagi hates it when you pout.
“sei! are you even listening to me?”
no.
“yes.”
your brows knit together as you put your hands on your hips. he wants to kiss your pout away so badly. you huff softly as you glare at him, “nagi seishiro, so help me—if you keep looking at me like a lost puppy dog, i swear i’ll knock that smile off your lips.”
his bottom lip juts out now. he watches as your eye twitches, once, twice. he knows he just has to hold out a little longer, and then he’ll have his way.
one second passes.
then another.
and finally—
“oh fine.” you flop onto the bed next to him, legs crashing together as you scoot as close to him as possible. “but you owe me starbucks tomorrow, ‘kay?”
he nods fervently, feeling his hair tickle against his face. opening his arms, he watches as you get yourself comfortable in his arms, head resting on his chest with his arm wrapped around your shoulder.
“what’re we watching now?”
he hums softly, pressing the lightest kiss to your forehead. “a valorant stream. wanted to catch up on the league.”
you make a noncommittal noise—he knows you’re neither interested nor disinterested in the gaming scene. he purses his lips a bit as he flips his phone, instead pulling up a youtube video he knows that the both of you will enjoy. it’s a simple game explanation video, and your eyes light up at the sight of one of your favorite youtubers.
“oh!” you clap your hands together, “i saw this earlier in my feed but i left it so we could watch it together.”
his chest fills with warmth. nagi hasn’t ever really experienced the kindness and affection you often show him, each action carefully thought out and each display of love seemingly effortless to you. it was as if you were made to love him, and you never even seemed to notice.
nagi presses a kiss to your cheek now, hand letting his phone slip away as he cradles your other cheek in his hand. ignoring your protests—‘hey! i was watching that!’—he instead presses your lips together.
“i love you.” he murmurs against your lips. not a declaration of love, but instead, just a known commonality that he knows you know already.
you scrunch up your nose at him. “i love you, too, loser.”
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+ nagi seishiro x f!reader | wc 3.2k | content: fluff, ngl i was too lazy to proof this, childhood friends to lovers, canon-compliant (i tried), yn’s parents are just bad
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summary: it’s a little more difficult for nagi to realise his feelings compared to the average man.
i. fleeting moment
nagi seishiro was your first kiss, age ten on the swings of your backyard.
you’re only friends by chance. he was a loner on the swings in the public playground and you have a habit of picking up strays. (but until then, it had been limited to animals and not humans.)
yeah, yeah, maybe having a first kiss at the young age of ten is a little alarming, but it’s not like nagi is a bad person. if anything, he was just trying to shut you up. probably, maybe. (and it wasn’t with tongue, if anyone needs the specifics.)
“if you keep crying that loudly i won’t be able to hear my game,” nagi grumbled, eyes glued to his screen. apparently he was playing some pseudo horror game where four fighters run from a single hunter and apparently he needed to listen to the sounds to know when to run.
but really, you were ten and crying because some other boy bullied you in the playground, saying how you were so ugly and that no boy would ever wanna kiss you. given all of that, why would you even care about nagi’s stupid game?
if he didn’t want to be bothered, he shouldn’t have chased you all the way back home.
“but seishiro, am i really ugly?” you were ten and in need of immediate validation while nagi was in need of your immediate silence.
he didn’t even look up. “that’s subjective.”
even when he was young he had a smart mouth that would be able to break you.
“well then what do you think?” because honestly, even at that point, you thought nagi seishiro was handsome; he was the face claim you used to imagine all your scenarios at night before you went to sleep.
he was your knight in shining armor, coming to break you free from the cage which was your life and obligations. he was your prince charming who’d rescue you above all else. heck, sometimes he was mario and you were princess peach.
seishiro groaned when the screen shows game over and honestly, he really did think it was all your fault because he couldn’t hear anything over your incessant wailing. but then he looked at you for the first time after you cried and had the recurring thought that he didn’t want to be the reason for you to keep on crying.
“yeah, you’re pretty.”
and he puts his lips on yours like it’s no big deal.
ii. unreciprocated
fifteen is when you’re most rebellious. it’s a sickness you get from none other than mikage reo.
your family and the mikages go way back. they’d been family friends for such a long time. a part of you feels it’s not genuine, blinded by the fact that they’re always business partners and everything else stemmed from that one simple fact.
you started to play hooky from business dinners, started to say fuck off to rude old geasers who truly didn’t deserve a single dime they got.
all you ever got in return was your father’s temper and your mother’s cowardice and reo’s praises. most of all you at least had nagi’s shoulder to cry on. (he’s learned to bring along his earpiece just in case he had to meet you or accidentally bumped into you.)
“they all sicken me,” was what reo told you when you asked about his family in relation to their business. you could sympathise. sometimes all you could feel from your parents were that they treated you as a next-in-line rather than just daughter. and almost everyone around you made you feel like you were just a moneybag.
what reo felt shouldn’t have been too far off. except you thought he had it better; at least all his parents did was try to spoil him while not-so-subtly training him up to be the next ceo. he at least didn’t suffer at the hands of foul tempers and verbal abuse.
no one should have to.
“oh shit! i gotta go soon,” you realised, noticing that it was almost six and you’d made plans with nagi.
reo cocked a brow, “y/n l/n, you have other friends?”
you knew he was joking, but that didn’t stop you from landing the hardest punch you could on his arms. “hey, i’m not that inept at socialising okay?”
sure, you’d started taking caution with making friends because most of them were just after one thing: money. even at this age. which is crazy to you, at least, but you felt you had no right to think that. not when all the money you wanted was still at your disposal.
but you weren’t actually bad at making friends. it was just that maybe most people weren’t even worth the effort.
“they’re good to you, right?”
you took a moment to decide before you eventually nodded. “yeah, for sure.”
nagi was… weird, for you. but in the good sense. yeah, he’d open his mouth and ask you for money which at least told you he was honest. even if you rejected him, though, he was still beside you.
“man, what a hassle,” he grumbled when you wouldn’t buy any more food. he was broke, which meant he couldn’t eat anymore too if you didn’t buy some.
the two of you still never talked about that kiss. it never happened again, to your dismay.
you were a teen, and screw stupid teen hormones for driving you to ask him.
“hey sei, we’re good friends, right?”
“huh?” nagi was already fixated on his phone. probably some new game you didn’t know about. his earpieces were ready, around his neck. “uh, i guess?”
but that was not good enough for your feisty fifteen-year-old self.
“sei, i’m serious! would you be sad if one day we weren’t friends anymore?”
back then you didn’t know what you were doing. back then you didn’t think to yourself what it was, really, that you were trying to get out of him. maybe it was validation, and maybe it was just boredom.
you really just wanted to know nagi cared.
all he did was shrug, brows furrowed in annoyance. “that’s life, isn’t it? sometimes friends drift and sometimes they don’t.”
throwing wisdom around as if that was what you needed. and it was unfair to expect anything out of nagi as it was, but that didn’t stop you from throwing a tantrum and storming off.
(he watched you as you left, and there was something unsettling about the sight of your back moving so far away.)
iii. turning point
the world is small.
when you were sixteen you realised that the so called treasure reo told you he found was a human, who so happened to be your friend—nagi seishiro.
teeny tiny.
they also both happened to be picked by the JFU to go to blue lock. which you only found out after they’d both been gone for a week.
it didn’t surprise you though—they were both talented. it was only right they got picked. though, they also happened to be the only two people you would hang out with, so by default you felt lonely.
but at sixteen you’d learned to suck it up, hide your feelings. everything was okay—as long as you deceived yourself so. your parents were the same; overbearing and breathing down your neck and now that reo was not around for you and nagi couldn’t be your confidant, it felt much worse than usual.
everything was a transaction and you felt suffocated. it made you appreciate nagi’s unfiltered honesty and reo’s unwavering loyalty to whatever you dedicated yourself to.
“at least that reo boy has some other talents like that foolish soccer he plays,” your father berated over dinner. “and here my daughter is, good for nothing yet expects us to believe her when she says she can make a living outside of our company.”
and if you’d had other close friends, they would’ve told you that sixteen was too young to be sure what you wanted to do for the rest of your life. they’d have said your parents were unreasonable and that they were the fools.
but you didn’t. and the only friends you had weren’t around. so you ate it up. you clenched your fists where your parents couldn’t see and let them run their mouth. or, in your mother’s case, stay silent while your father made unreasonable arguments.
“and that nagi boy you hang out with,” your father turned his focus to him, “all he reeks of is laziness. i don’t get why you have to hang out with him all the time. inviting that oaf into our house like he’s welcome.”
that time your fists hit the table and you didn’t even expect it. it hurt because of how hard you hit but nothing could beat the hurt your father inflicted on your heart.
you found you couldn’t say anything, only because your father’s eyes were wide with rage at your outburst and you were still the same scared girl inside at age four when he first raised his voice at you.
“i-i’m sorry,” you choked out, which was pathetic but you didn’t want to end up murdered in your own house.
your father scoffed. “get your stupid head out of your ass or you’re cut off.”
the only time you could do that was when nagi and reo finally got their first break out of blue lock. you occupied their time for the most of it, listened to them going on and on about the matches that went on inside. though reo seemed a little mad at nagi, a little awkward around him, for some reason you weren’t privy to.
“i’m gonna head home first,” and reo was gone with the wave of a hand, something about having to settle something at home—probably nothing good.
maybe it was the lovestruck idiot in you talking, but you’d made peace with the fact that maybe you had a small crush on nagi seishiro, judging by how you acted around him. maybe it was that idiot that made you want to spend all of his free time together.
“guess i’ll see you tomorrow too?” sue you, you were just trying to shoot your shot.
nagi put his phone in his pocket, for once, and you were struggling to remain standing as he held eye contact with you, calm gray eyes the bane of your existence. “mmm can’t, gotta meet isagi and the rest.”
isagi, a name you’d just learned earlier—apparently nagi thought he was strong and chose his team. maybe that was why reo was mad.
“oh, okay then.” you’d ask for the next day, but you didn’t want to get rejected twice. besides, nagi would probably just prefer playing games and resting at home. you were just friends, after all.
“was thinking we could get dinner though,” nagi told you, hands in his pockets as the both of you walked down the street.
that was the first time he ever extended an effort, you remember. and suddenly life wasn’t that bad anymore.
it was also the first time nagi asked you to feed him, not because he was playing some game but on purpose.
and you didn’t know how it turned out that way, but he ended up taking up all of your time. it was the only reason you had the ability to fill him in on your family, and he actually listened. and, like reo, he said “fuck them.”
maybe that was the point you realised maybe he did care.
but for a girl at seventeen just concerned with romance and happiness, it was paradise—until of course he went back to blue lock, taking your heart with him.
(what you both failed to realise was that he left his with you.)
iv. slow realisation
in the bleachers of his first match out of blue lock, nagi seishiro spots you easily in the front row—wearing his jersey and number, when did you buy that?
doesn’t change the fact that nagi likes seeing it on you. he’s not familiar with the feeling, but it’s equivalent to saying you like him the most, which feels great if he’s honest to himself.
what he doesn’t like is the guy next to you. sharp jawline and spiky hair wearing a business suit and his raven eyes are always peeking at you out of the corner. does he like you?
but the whistle blows and nagi forgets about you for a little over ninety minutes. he’s going to show you he can win this, with you watching from the front row, and he’ll show you why he’s the best and that other guys in business suits don’t matter.
after the game reo makes a big deal out of the fact you’re wearing nagi’s jersey and not his, and nagi finds out the guy with you was someone your dad wanted to hook you up with.
twisted business marriages.
“i’m just going out with him to shut my father up,” you admit to nagi when you’re both finally alone. (aka, after you’ve convinced reo to pry him away and leave you two alone.)
nagi’s not used to this. what’s this relief he feels? “oh, good to know,” is all he says because he doesn’t even understand himself.
he isn’t even sure why he’s here in the first place, walking you home. he’s not sure why reo left when he could’ve driven all of you home instead of just mr business-suit-guy.
“how’s it feel now, to be mr popular?” you’re not even sure why you’re asking. maybe because you feel like the gap between you and nagi grew so wide in such a short period of time and you’d do anything to hear him say that he’s still the same seishiro you knew.
your seishiro.
nagi only shrugs, “dunno. don’t really feel the difference.”
because really, apart from the fact that he’s much more busy, he’s still him—playing games when he’s free, texting you because that happens to fall in the list of things he likes to do now, and well, the only difference he feels is—he takes a peek to his side—you, somehow.
not because of anything you do in particular, but he feels different somehow. and he can’t make sense of it. he never can. how’s he supposed to? no one ever warned him about shit like this.
“uh, nagi? have you ever thought that maybe you like her?” reo tells him over the phone later that night, a little baffled by the things his usually detached friend just told him.
“you like her too though,” nagi retorts.
reo sighs, wondering how nagi ever made it to where he is. “not in the same way.”
“what do you mean?”
“figure it out yourself.”
nagi hangs up, thinking he already has it figured out. he also thinks reo will keep his mouth shut.
he doesn’t.
v. requited
it’s funny how reo rushed to call you that night, right after nagi basically told him (without saying it explicitly) that he has a crush on you.
but it’s also funny how it’s been three months since then and nagi still hasn’t said anything about it. you play ignorant around him, waiting and waiting for him to admit it himself.
evidently it’s not working.
tonight you’re just watching him on the screen, cheering him on from the other side of the world because despite being from a rich family you can’t just up and leave to another country as and when you feel like it.
besides, you’ve made peace with your parents; you’d learn about the family business willingly as long as they stopped interfering with your personal life. they surprisingly agreed.
nagi and reo win, as you expected, and as usual, the cameras trail their team as they celebrate on the field, their captain having tore his shirt off to celebrate that they’d won the tournament. it’s not long before the camera pans back to nagi, a few reporters already surrounding him.
“so nagi, how do you feel right now?”
“great,” he answers, with a sexy amount of enthusiasm. he’s rarely ever enthused, but you find it so much more attractive when he is.
nagi has his phone in his hand, you notice, and you immediately fish for yours. he’d texted you right before they started hounding him.
are you watching?
you smile as you type back.
no. congrats on becoming champions! 🫶🏼
“nagi nagi, who would you like to dedicate this win to?” the reporters are all clambering to get a chance to question him.
“oh i don’t know,” nagi says, and you catch him looking at your message before looking back at the camera. “i guess i’ll dedicate this one to this girl i like.”
you nearly spit out your drink.
“wait, does this mean you’re involved with someone? tell us, who is it!”
all the reporters get excited, and understandably, since nagi’s probably just about given them the biggest scoop for the month. they’re all looking at him, money signs in their eyes, while your jaw drops open as he overshares with the entire world.
“oh, y/n l/n, she’s been my friend since forever and i don’t know… i kinda like her a lot,” he’s saying all this earnestly, a hand scratching his neck and a blush creeping on his face, though he doesn’t look the least bit fazed.
you rush to find his chat thread.
nagi, what the fuck!!!
you did NOT just say my name on live tv!!!
on the screen, he openly looks at your messages before typing a reply as the reporters hound him for more details.
oh shit, m i not supposed to?
“nagi, is she the one texting you right now?”
and like the honest guy he is, he nods. “oh yeah, think she’s mad at me right now.”
you curl up under your blanket, flustered because nagi is way too open and way too precious.
“would you like to say anything here to her now?”
nagi looks off camera and hums in contemplation before finally deciding on a response.
“hey y/n, tomorrow i’m gonna make you mine okay? so just wait for me.”
reo finally drags him away and towards the rest of his team and his interview ends there. you switch the television off, half mortified and half flattered. your phone blows up with most of your contacts gushing over what nagi said.
leave it up to nagi seishiro to have feelings for you, not realise it until years later, not tell you in the whole three months before this and yet announces it and your full name to the entire world on live television.
in spite of how flabbergasted you are, there’s a warm sensation blooming underneath your chest, a comfort that you’ve always been looking for finally fulfilled. there’s a certain endearment in the way nagi realises and professes his feelings.
you pull up his messages again.
you better keep your word, sei.
it doesn’t take him long to respond.
don’t worry, i’ll make you mine.
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ADDICTED TO YOU
feat. nagi seishiro x gn! reader
prompt: “oh stop pouting, i’m coming." (from here!)
notes: missing my favorite boy lately ;-; also a short drabble because im still busy with studying for exams sobs
"can you come over?" nagi asks through the phone, laying his head on his hands. "i miss you."
"what?" you let out a small laugh. "i just got home from our date and you miss me already?"
nagi pouts. "not my fault you're so cuddly. i just wanna spend the whole day with you."
looking at the time, it has only been thirty minutes since you've arrived home. "can't you wait until tomorrow? i've got lots of homework to do tonight," the pout on nagi's face did not leave, which made you sigh. "oh stop pouting, i'm coming."
before you hung up the phone, you heard nagi mumble, "see you soon, love you." which makes you shake your head with a small smile on your face.
you were thankful that you and nag didn't live too far apart, so you can walk there instead of taking the bus. as soon as you arrived at his apartment complex, you took the elevator, pressing the number 5.
nagi was probably waiting for you on his bed, and you know that once you knocked on his door, he would tell you to just come in, not bothering to get up.
true to what you had imagined, when you opened the door, you can hear nagi say, "come in." when you opened the door, however, nagi was running to you and immediately hugs you, almost making you fall to the ground.
"nagi-! hey, come on! i wasn't gone for that long!" you exclaimed, balancing your foot.
"missed you," he mumbled, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "wanted to cuddle with you."
you laughed, softly patting his head. "you're such a baby, did you know that?"
"mm, reo tells me that almost everyday," he replies. nagi notices your laptop bag and immediately frowns. "why'd you bring your laptop with you?"
you raised your eyebrows. "i have work to do, remember? since i'm here, might as well do my work here rather than postponing it to tomorrow."
"but i thought you wanted to cuddle?"
"you're the one that wanted me to come over, sei. the downside of having me here is i'm going to be busy working." you give him a big smile, innocently patting his head as well.
"that's so unfair," he whines, letting go of you. with that, he grabs your laptop bag and places it on the highest place in his room. "there, now you can't do your work."
you gaped. "nagi?! come on, seriously? i really need to do it today! i can't afford turning it late anymore because i will forget to do it tomorrow." you tried reaching for it but as expected, you can't.
"'s fine, just ask reo for the answer." he says so casually which made you sigh, thinking that you actually don't have any other choice but to comply.
"ugh, fine. but you better ask reo for me or else i will never forgive you and no cuddles for a week, got it?" you glared at him harshly but nagi doesn't give you any reaction, only nodding.
he pulls you to his bed, dropping down and immediately hugs you. "mm, this is better than hugging my pillow. you're so comfy."
you suppressed a laugh. "am i really?"
you feel him nod on your back, hugging you even tighter than before. "yes, really."
"hm, well thank you, i guess." you replied, laughing a little at how silly this conversation is. nagi's eyes were closed when you look up, and you can tell he's sleepy.
"you sleepy?" you asked softly.
nagi opens his eyes and nods. "mm, yeah. you're comfy and i'm really tired from today."
"you can sleep, it's okay. i'll be here when you wake up, promise." you say, and nagi smiles at you, closing his eyes as he rests his head on your chest.
"okay... goodnight." nagi replies sleepily.
"goodnight, sei." you say it back, kissing the top of his head and soon you fell asleep as well, resting your head on top of his.
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⊹﹒blue lock boys + younger sibling headcanons ♡
chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, oliver aiku, shido ryusei taking you out on shopping
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CHIGIRI only goes out to malls solely for buying hair care products. so when your parents forced him to take you out, claiming it's because you "needed to go out more" - he only sighed and agreed. oh, the things he does for you.
chigiri basically holds your hands while walking to the hair care stores, he doesn't want you to get lost. considering he's a regular to those stores, the cashiers gush at the sight - they immediately knew you were his little sibling, the same type of red-ish hair with the same smile. while the cashiers compliment you, you just >:(. there is no way you look like your brother, nu-uh!
you had a nice little conversation with the cashiers as your brother picks out his hair care products. it was pretty nice walking around the mall except for the fact that some random strangers said you looked like your brother, hell no.
NAGI was running out of food and he had a little sister to take care of. so being the logical guy he was, he obviously had to go get groceries. it took him 20 minutes to get out of bed, another 7 to get ready and 13 to actually walk out the door. he was playing his games in between and you just stood there, waiting, giving him the :/ look .
he doesn't hold your hand or anything, he mainly observes you between the corner of his eyes. when you reach the mall, he jumps into the mall cart and lies there as you push it. he says it's beneficial, training your arm muscles while also being semi independent.
picking out groceries were quick, you just pushed the cart around and got what you wanted, nagi is way too tired to tell you what he wants. sometimes, you're too short to reach things so he just uses his long arms to sweep it into the cart. the entire trip was just your brother being a sloth and you taking care of said sloth.
bonus : personally, i think the cart would be filled with what a child would like because nagi thinks it's a pain to pick out favourite foods - so you can just fill in what you like to eat.
AIKU would piss his date off for you. you see, you just kept bugging him to take you out so he just had to, your brother rarely went to malls for the sake of getting necessities. he was holding his date's hands, as he suddenly whispered into their ear and you can see the rage stemming up to their face.
you just stare at them while aiku shrugs at whatever, and his date storms off. after they were gone he smiles at you and carries you up, you almost feel like a vip at how he does these things for you.
"let's go do whatever you like, whaddya say hm?" he mumbled as he gave that lazy signature smirk, you were overjoyed with that :D look and you basically led him to the arcade, then the clothing store, then the chocolate store and then the local smoothie store.
and he gives in to you whatever you want - quality sibling time as he likes to call it.
SHIDOU loses you. yeah ok he loses you in the middle of the mall, doesn't even notice until he calls out your name and finally notices the fact that you're somehow not there.
basically, shidou went into the beer store to get some drinks, leaves you outside, you got distracted by a shiny looking toystore and boom the both of you are separated. it's funny how you were so calm like :| and how he was panicking, texting sae being his first immediate action.
by god's miracle, sae was also in the mall with rin to get some groceries, and the second miracle was that rin spotted you in the midst of everything. grabbing sae's arm and pointing to you while you just give them a questioning look.
you looked just like shidou, same hair and same skin and even the same eyeliner. rin almost wanted to call you a bumbling antennae but he held back. he thinks it's good that even though you two look alike, your personalities are completely different.
the day was saved, with shidou having a pack of beer and you having a shiny new toy thanks to the itoshi brothers. apparently a "reward" for being so "calm".
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Nagi’s Favorite Gift
BLLK characters are older in this, Nagi being married to you. You’re celebrating his birthday at his bestie Reo’s house.
“Happy birthday!” Everyone had cheered as you brought the cake out. No candles were lit as Nagi had once said it was a hassle blowing them out. Nagi being how he is, the first thing he did was dip his finger in the frosting and smear it on your face with a smile on his face. You’ve seen it coming to be honest, it was his favorite thing to do ever since you first celebrated his birthday together. The fact that it continued only made you love him more.
Once you set the cake down and left to the bathroom to clean your face, Reo comes up to Nagi and gives him a playful jab to the arm. “She just left, you don’t have to stare at the door until she’s back.” he grinned. Nagi hummed and shook his head. “It’s not that Reo, I’m worried. Y/N hasn’t been feeling well lately. I tried to get her to go to a doctor but she keeps saying she’s fine.” Reo smiled at his friend. He knew Nagi worried about his wife when it came to almost anything and nothing he could say would cause him to stop his worries. But, he made a promise to you.
“She knows her body better than anyone. I say let’s trust her.” Nagi’s eyes shifted from the bathroom door to Reo. Normally Reo was some sort of sound of reason. Glancing back to see you exit the bathroom only for Bachira and Chigiri to tease you about the frosting incident and seeing you laugh made him think more on what Reo said.
“Maybe you’re right.”
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A few hours later and it was time to call it a night. After whining to you, you decided to tell Reo you and Nagi were leaving. Right before you left, Reo handed you a gift for Nagi with the instructions that it paired with yours. Puzzled, Nagi wondered what it was the entire walk home. You had wanted to walk to Reo’s since you both lived nearby and wanted to feel the coolish air before it became too warm to walk in. As always, you held hands. It was a way for Nagi to ensure he could pull you away from danger while keeping you nearby him. Not to mention, he’d always loved holding hands with you, even before you dated. You would hold his hand to drag him places he wanted to go to but didn’t have the energy to. You were his comfort. If he didn’t hold hands with you while you walked together, he feels like he might not know what to do with himself. Years of being together and a year and a half of marriage, and you were the constant in his life that he wanted aside from football, Reo, and games.
As you made it home, Nagi let out a yawn. He was tired from the party and his social battery bar was at zero. Leaning up onto your toes and gently pulling his face so you could kiss his cheek, you let out a small laugh. God he loved your laugh no matter how big or small. “Go get in bed. I’ll join you in a second.”
Not being one to argue when he was this tired, he walked to your shared bedroom, taking his hoody off and changing into his pajamas. Climbing into bed, he waited for you to follow.
What felt like a hundred heartbeats later, you walked in holding the gift Reo gave you with one additional one. Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, he watched as you came over to his side and sat beside him.
“Did Reo give you those to open at home?” Nagi asked, taking the presents as you handed them to him.
“Mm. One is.” you answered. “The top on is from me but I wanted to wait until we were home before you opened them. Our presents go together, though.”
Nagi held up the tiny box, unsure of what it was. He had the feeling that you might have gotten him some gacha pulls, but he received that from his parents after they called to wish him a happy birthday. At this moment, he had more than he knew what to do with.
Undoing the ribbon, he opened the little package to find something he never expected: a pregnancy test.
Knitting his brows together, he thought back on how long you both had tried to start a family together and all of the negative tests along with the pain both of you experienced. Not as much as you though. You believed you were doing something wrong after a year of not becoming pregnant. Meanwhile your friends had been successful a few months into their new marriages.
“Well?” You asked, breaking him out of his thought process. Nagi looked at you. You held his gaze and smiled. If this was his present and you were smiling, did it mean…?
Looking back down, he picked up the pee stick that thankfully had the cap on while closing his eyes and holding his breath. After finally getting the courage, he opened his eyes that went directly to the words that read ‘Positive’. Eyes widening, he looked back at you. “Really?!” he exclaimed. You nodded, your smile growing bigger.
“I confirmed it with the doctor two days ago. I’m pregnant, Sei.” Tears filled your eyes as you spoke. Nagi dropped the test and pulled you into his lap, arms wrapped around you and his head in the nook of your neck. His heart had beat hard.
“Finally.” He whispered. You wrapped your arms around his head, leaning your forehead against the crown of his head. “Happy birthday baby.” You whispered back.
Nagi felt your tears of joy drop onto his head as his own soaked your clothes. You had tried for what felt like ages and he couldn’t handle seeing you upset over another negative test. His heart had broken over not just the rest but over your own broken heart. But that was over now. In 8 more months you both were going to have a family. The thought of it caused Nagi to pull away only to cradle your head in his hands, kissing your lips multiple times as one time wasn’t enough, causing you to giggle against his lips.
Remembering the other present, Nagi gently pulled you towards him so that you could lean against him as he opened it.
“This one’s from Reo. Do you know what it is?” Nagi asked, pulling the bow.
“Not this one. He said it went along with my gift since he was the only one who knew.” You answered, watching Nagi unwrap the gift.
It honestly bugged Nagi that Reo knew before he did. But at the same time, he loved that this was kept until his birthday.
Opening the box, Nagi hears you gasp. “Oh my god Reo..” you say, tears falling down your face. Nagi’s heart warmed as he unfolded and held up the newborn onesie that had resembled Nagi and Reo’s team jersey along with Nagi’s number. On the back it had your shared last name, the name you took when you married him. Wrapping his arms around you, he brought the onesie closer for you to look at, holding it up for you to take.
Taking the onesie from your husband, you hold it against your chest, sobbing. Nagi holds you, leaning your head against his shoulder as his cheek met the top of your head. You both had stayed in that position until your cries had calmed.
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Laying together in bed, you held up the onesie, a smile on your face. Nagi could see the tears forming once again so he grabbed the onesie and set it on the dresser across the room.
“Sei! I was looking at that.” You pout as you watch Nagi walk back to bed.
“If you kept looking at it, you would have cried more. You’re making our baby sad.” He said matter of factly, pulling the covers over him.
A laugh escaped your lips. “That doesn’t even make sense.” Another shriek of laughter comes out as Nagi pulls you next to him on the bed.
“Makes sense to me.” he responded.
“Of course it does, you goober.” Settling into Nagi’s arms, you hum as your eyes close. “I think the onesie was the best gift.”
“Mm. No. My favorite present was finding out we’re having a family.” Nagi replied, his eyelids heavy as he closed them. “I love you Y/N.”
A smile appeared on your lips. “I love you Sei.”
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The next day, you visited Reo to thank him for the gift. Nagi whined about how much you were crying, but when Nagi thought Reo wasn’t looking, he laid his hand on your stomach with the warmest smile on his face.
I may end up deleting this. It was just a cute concept to me :x Happy birthday my favorite striker ❤️ 06.05
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♡ INTERRUPTING HIS GAME NIGHT - NAGI SEISHIRO
NOTES: fluff, gn!reader
WORD COUNT: 590
AUGUST DRABBLES
it’s definitely not uncommon for nagi seishiro to sit in front of his computer, playing games. his gaze has been stuck to the screen for over five hours, only taking a few toilet breaks but not a single one to eat any food.
he isn’t usually loud when playing, only every once in a while when he’s playing with reo who can irritate him pretty easily, causing him to raise his voice because he thinks he’s doing something wrong in the game that causes their team to lose.
so, after all, he’s not really a bother when playing so late into the night, he has his own gaming room after all since he doesn’t want to disturb you when you go to sleep, but what he struggles to understand is that it’s still difficult for you to sleep, knowing that he hasn’t eaten for hours and because he isn’t cuddling up to you like he always does.
you stayed in bed for only ten minutes after getting ready to sleep, now putting your feet to the floor and walking towards the kitchen so you can find something to cook for your boyfriend who needs food if he’s going to stay up all night. he isn’t the best at taking care of himself when he’s in one of these gaming moods.
as it’s late at night, the motivation to cook isn’t really there, so you decide to cook something as simple as pancakes since it doesn’t take too long. you still want to try to sleep when he’s received the food so cooking something that takes over an hour would probably cause you to fall asleep while standing.
the door to nagi’s room is fortunately not locked and without knocking, you enter the room with a plate of pancakes in hand.
your boyfriend is still staring at his computer while clicking away at the mouse and muttering something to himself as he’s fighting someone in the game. he’s wearing headphones and leaning towards the screen as he’s clearly into what he’s doing right now, wanting to win over the opposite team.
you don’t even try to call for him as you instead simply put the plate of food on his desk, finally causing his eyes to rip off the screen and instead land on you, this causing him to lose the game, something he doesn’t seem to notice just yet.
he takes off his headphones and flashes you a soft smile. “what’s the time?” he asks while reaching for your hand to hold. you happily allow him to intertwine his fingers with yours. “two,” you reply and nagi’s eyes widen as he finally comes to the realization that he’s been stuck in this room for so many hours.
“i brought you some food, you haven’t eaten anything so i wanted to make sure you eat if you’re gonna stay up this long,” you mumble and nagi instantly wraps his arms around your waist, resting his cheek against your stomach. “thank you…stay while i eat?”
you sigh and brush a hand through his white messy hair. “it’s late, sei. i should try to sleep,” you say, but nagi only looks up at you with pleading eyes. “please? i’ll eat fast and then we can go to sleep together.”
he hugs you tighter than before which causes you to fall into his lap so he can hug you as much as he wants. “it’ll take ten minutes max, i promise,” he whispers while kissing your cheek. “i love you, baby. you’re the best.”
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’M SORRY PRETTY.
synopsis: you couldn’t help but feel betrayed and heartbroken over the fact that nagi had prioritised his games over your efforts.
includes: nagi seishiro x fem!reader. newly established relationship, hurt/comfort, nagi is a clueless mf — wc: 1176
“Nagi,” (Name) called out, tapping his shoulder. He had been playing for almost the whole day now. She had planned a date at one of their favourite restaurants, both hers and Nagi’s. “A few more minutes, pretty. ‘m almost done,”he said, not even sparing her a glance.
Fed up, she turned his chair so he would face her. His face filled with shock before settling into an annoyed expression. “Why’d you do that?” he asked, his face displaying a lack of concern.
“Why did I do that?” she scoffed. “I’ve been trying to tell you to stop playing your games for almost the entire day, and you haven't even listened or looked at me properly! I’ve already made a reservation at our favourite restaurant, and despite reminding you the whole day, you haven’t bothered to check the time or get ready. Our reservation is in just an hour!” she yelled, clearly frustrated with his indifferent behaviour throughout the day.
“We could just reschedule, no? I don’t get why you’re so fussed about it,” Nagi replied, showing no concern as he attempted to back away towards his PC.
“I— Ugh, fine! Stay here with your stupid games!” she fumed, reaching for her phone to inform the restaurant about the cancellation. She stormed off to their shared bedroom and slammed the door shut, collapsing onto the bed and hugging a pillow.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt disappointed. This wasn’t the first time Nagi had prioritised his games over spending time with her. Yes, she had only been dating for a few months, but she felt heartbroken that he wouldn't even make an effort to be with her after being so smitten just a few weeks ago.
As tears began flowing from her eyes, and her sobs filled the room as the weight of her disappointment and heartbreak overwhelmed her. It felt like a wave of sadness crashing down on her, and she couldn't help but feel the pain deep in her chest.
She thought back to the beginning of her relationship, when Nagi had showered her with attention and affection. It had been a whirlwind of happiness and excitement. But now, it seemed like all of that had faded away, replaced by his obsession with gaming.
Feeling the emptiness and loneliness, she buried her face in the pillow, seeking comfort. The silence in the room was deafening, amplifying her feelings of rejection and sadness. It hurts to realise that the person she had grown fond of was not willing to prioritise their relationship.
Questions swirled in her mind. ‘Was it too much to ask for a partner who would give her the time and attention she deserved?’ ‘Should she confront Nagi about how his actions were making her feel?’ Or ‘was it better to distance yourself from someone who couldn’t see your worth?’
As she lay there, vulnerable and hurt, she knew that some difficult decisions lay ahead. But for now, she allowed herself to grieve, hoping that clarity and strength would eventually guide her through this emotional turmoil.
Nagi couldn’t understand why (Name) was so fed up with him. To him, it was clear that she knew he loved his games and being lazy. He never understood why he had to go out every now and then when they could both stay at home and have fun together.
After (Name) slammed the door on him, he couldn’t help but rethink his words. Maybe he shouldn’t have brushed it off so easily and just gone with her. He sighed and decided to seek advice from Reo, texting him for guidance.
Reo scolded him for his behaviour and told him to talk to (Name) and offer her comfort. Nagi wasn’t sure if she would even be willing to talk to him right now, but he knew he had to try.
He turned off his PC and took the leftover cans of drinks he had while gaming to the trash can. Gently knocking on the door, he slowly walked into the bedroom, hearing your soft sobs and sniffles, which made his heart sink. He realised just how badly he had fucked up.
A gentle knock on the bedroom door interrupted the overwhelming silence. She hesitated for a moment before reluctantly calling out, “What?”
The door slowly creaked open, revealing Nagi standing there, his face etched with concern and regret. He took a hesitant step inside, his voice filled with remorse. “Pretty, can I come in?”
Sniffling, she ignored him, still wrapped in her own emotions. Nagi sighed and walked over to the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, seeking to offer comfort and support.
As his warmth enveloped her, she felt a mix of conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to push him away, still hurt and frustrated with his previous behaviour. Yet, another part longed for his presence, craving the reassurance that things could be resolved.
“’m sorry pretty,” he whispered softly, his breath tickling her ear. “I didn’t mean to hurt you or disregard your plans. I’ve been so absorbed in my games that I forgot to spend time with you.”
She remained silent, allowing his words to sink in. Despite her anger, there was a glimmer of hope that maybe he was starting to understand the impact of his actions.
“I know sayin’ sorry isn’t enough,” Nagi continued, his voice filled with sincerity. “But please believe me when I say that I care about you deeply. You’re important to me, and I want to make it right. Can we please talk and fix this?”
“No,” she replied firmly.
Nagi’s heart shattered a bit, his face reflecting a mix of disappointment and sadness. However, you quickly soften your stance, realising that shutting him out completely wouldn't help either of you.
“Not today, at least,” she continued, her voice gentle. “Please, let’s just talk in the morning. For now, just cuddle me and shut up, you doofus.”
Turning around, she wrapped her arms around him, seeking comfort in his embrace. Nagi gladly reciprocated, holding her close. He leaned in to give a gentle kiss on her forehead before proceeding to pepper kisses on her cheek and nose. Before he kissed her lips, he paused and asked, “May I?”
In that moment, she found solace in each other’s arms. The two of you broke apart, and she snuggled closer to his chest, finding comfort in the rhythm of his heartbeat. Nagi gently brushed his fingers through your hair, soothing and lulling her to sleep.
As (Name) started to drift off, Nagi placed a tender kiss on her forehead, his love and regret evident in that simple gesture. He watched as her breathing steadied, feeling a mix of emotions but determined to make things right.
Carefully, he settled beside her, pulling the blanket over both of you. He observed the peaceful rhythm of her breathing as she slept, and he couldn’t resist planting another tender kiss on her forehead before joining (Name) in the land of dreams.
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miss strawberry — nagi seishiro x reader !
warnings. dual povs, ooc nagi.
content. meet-cute, fluff. + fem! reader.
nagi seishiro doesn’t indulge in people’s business. he preferred being in his own company, doing his own things and generally just avoiding people who looked like trouble. trouble itself causes problems; and dealing with problems is a pain— so playing games on his phone and spending time at quiet places was his ideal situation everyday.
so, everyday, just like clockwork, nagi seishiro stays behind at empty classrooms or sits on staircases to enjoy his games. nobody ever tries to bother him, for reasons he also don’t know of. maybe everyone thought of him as weird, that he didn’t belong in such a stiff-lipped university. not that he ever bothers to find out, though.
mikage reo was the first person he ever constantly talked to. granted, it was often reo who pestered him to do this or do that, but nagi certainly didn’t mind reo’s presence. in fact, he seemed to have grown fond of it. he, at the very least, thought that only one person would be able to break his shell— because too much people meant there will be noise. nagi seishiro despises noise.
today, he decided to head to the rooftop instead of his usual spots. he wanted to enjoy his brand new game without reo talking about soccer practice; and although he knew that the mikage heir would end up finding him anyway, nagi was satisfied with five minutes of solace. sometimes, he wanted to enjoy the utter silence, with only the slight howls of the winds and the background noise of his game keeping him company.
when he reached his destination, however, he quickly found out that he won’t be alone.
sitting on an empty bench was someone he’s strangely unfamiliar with. he has never seen you before. granted, the only thing he often spends time looking at is his phone, so it’s not like he knows a lot of people— but right now, as he watches you quietly read, unaware of his presence, he considered you an enigma.
he eventually walks up to sit next to you, as it’s the only seat available. the other seats were under direct heat of the afternoon sun, and the only spot that had the sky’s mercy was next to you. the angle of the next building casted a shadow that covered the both of you; which was something he’s thankful for. it would be a pain to head down again if there was no seat for him.
amidst his quiet arrival, you continued to read. nagi seishiro, on the other hand, chose to play his game.
a few minutes in, however, he places his phone down. he calls out to you: “hey.”
you turned to look at him, confusion written on your features, but you don’t verbally question him yet. this was the very first time you have met nagi seishiro. although you shared the same school, your friend circles were terribly far from each other, and you didn’t exactly thought of befriending someone like him; but as you stared at his gunmetal gray eyes, you thought that the rumors don’t do him justice.
he’s very handsome.
“are you real?” was his brief question.
what? you were genuinely lost. what did he mean by that? is there something about you that made him think you’re a ghost? questions ran inside your head, but instead of asking, you replied: “yeah.”
“okay.” and then he turns to play again.
what the fuck was that?
still very much perplexed from his sudden question, you reluctantly tried to return your focus on your book. however, even that was proven to be difficult. you had no idea if he blatantly insulted you, due to his lack of facial expression, and even if he did, the only thing you could ask him was, “why did you ask?”
“you look like a cartoon.”
a fucking cartoon. out of all fictional characters in the world, he chose to compare you to a cartoon. he’s definitely playing you at this point. so, instead of staying and feeling embarrassed that snow white head called you a cartoon, you decided to leave without a word. if he thought you weren’t attractive, he could’ve just ignored you instead of saying that.
nagi seishiro, on the other hand, had no idea why you suddenly left. it’s not as if he expected a goodbye, but he at least thought that it would’ve been nice to hear that from you. after all, he initiated a conversation just so he could talk to you. it’s not something he normally tries to do.
when the door shuts, the remnants of your h/c hair and vibrant e/c eyes disappeared, yet the only thing that was going inside nagi’s mind was the word ‘pretty’.
the next day, as he sips on his lemon tea, he accidentally bumps into you. as you stood next to him toe-to-toe, he realizes the height difference between the both of you and his stomach flips. he could see the top of your h/c covered head, and when you realize that it’s him that you bumped into, a small frown settles on your lips. nagi seishiro notices that.
“can it be someone else?” he sees you turn to what he thinks are your friends. that’s the only time he ever notices that there are other people around except you and him.
“rules are rules, y/n!”
y/n. so that’s your name. it suits you very well.
he hears you sigh and mumble something underneath your breath, one that he didn’t quite catch. you still haven’t look at him yet so he continued to just stand there, gunmetal eyes glued onto your form, waiting for you to look up.
when you finally lifted your head to meet his gaze, his stomach flips. right there and then, he had thought that he might be sick with these unfamiliar feeling settling in his stomach, but he doesn’t head to the clinic yet. he doesn’t want to stop looking at you.
“nagi–san.” you start. “i’ve been dared by my friends to kiss you.”
he stares at you incredulously and there it is again; his nonchalant face that you can’t quite read. his eyes indicate that he’s bored or could careless about the dare, but you don’t know him well enough to assume that just yet.
when he doesn’t say anything, you quickly piped up, “it’s okay if you’re uncomfortable with it! it’s just some silly dare.”
“i don’t mind.”
“you don’t?” you clarified, thinking that your ears might have deceived you at some point. if you were nagi, you’d be weirded out from such a foolish request, so you were already prepared to be rejected by him the moment you purposely bumped into him. but now that he seems to be okay with it, that complicates the situation.
asking someone if you could kiss them and actually kissing them are two different things. one required courage, while the other one required you to actually move. however, as you peer at nagi’s deadpanned face, you realize that you can’t move. you’re rooted to the ground, ears turning red from embarrassment.
“y/n! don’t chicken out!” your friends called, giggling among themselves as they wait for you to commit to the dare.
you mumble to yourself that it’s not that easy, and for a few moments you tell yourself that it’s your fault that you’re in a situation like this. you have already known from the beginning that playing dare or double dare with your friends won’t end well; that it would end with a certain disaster. you just didn’t foresee that it was you who would be on the receiving end of it.
however, because of your insatiable desire to prove that you’re not a chicken— that you’re not just all bark and no bite— you agreed with your friends’ terms. now you have certainly realized that it’s not a good decision. you should have agreed that you’re a goody two shoes and stuck with your book, because anything is better than to stand in front nagi seishiro, who’s apparently waiting for you to make the first move, with all the intention to kiss each other in the middle of the school hallway. oh, also, everyone’s watching.
as you ponder over your life choices, nagi completely towers over you as he takes a step forward. you realize then that his drink was no longer in his possession, he might have already finished it and threw it away while you were panicking.
“do you need help?” he asked.
“i’ve never kissed anyone.” you mumble.
“okay.” he pockets his phone, the very same one that you saw him play with on your first meeting, before bending down to reach your level. then, without his hands, he lazily leans in to kiss you. his lips was surpisingly soft and he tastes like lemon tea, maybe because that’s what he was drinking earlier.
when you both parted, he looked all calm and collected— as if he didn’t just kiss you in front all of these students. in front all of your friends. you, on the other hand, felt like you were going to explode from embarrassment. at this point, you thought that might be the ideal situation instead of everyone staring at you like this.
blushing furiously, you bowed and turned to escape, but nagi stops you.
“what flavor?”
“what flavor is what?”
“your chapstick. you taste nice.” students erupted in oohs and ahhs, the noise almost deafening. there were some that had a few comments about the whole situation, but you didn’t bother on listening. nagi was handful enough.
“it’s uh,” you awkwardly coughed. “strawberry.”
nagi seishiro seems to be losing his mind. reo had mentioned that what he was feeling from his stomach was “butterflies”, and apparently it’s normal when you like someone. nagi knows the basic concept of crushing. he knows about couples, what they do and all that whatnot because some of his games talked about human relations— however, it seems that there was nothing in the world that could have prepared him from you.
lately, he finds himself craving the taste of strawberries instead of his favorite lemon tea. he’d bribe reo to buy him fresh strawberries, strawberry candies, strawberry milk, or anything strawberry related, in exchange for soccer practice. he’d practice with reo everyday just so he’ll have something strawberry.
because of this influence, reo dubbed you as miss strawberry. you were not l/n y/n. you’re miss strawberry.
“you should talk to her or something,” reo suggests. “women like knowing about men’s thoughts.”
“what a pain.”
“i mean, go compliment her. make her feel that you’re interested.”
“i did that once.”
“wait, you did?” reo almost jumped from his seat. “what did you say?”
“i said she looks like a cartoon.”
reo had no idea if he should laugh or feel bad about his friend; he wanted to say that if nagi truly told you that (which he’s certain that he did), then he just lost all his chances. what sane woman would date a guy who called her a cartoon on their first meeting?
however, reo spares nagi the benefit of the doubt. this is nagi, after all. he does the impossible. there’s no way that what he’d fail at is wooing women. but to be honest, nagi isn’t the best at socializing at all, so it’s not really a surprise. still, reo doesn’t want to believe that his miss strawberry plan would end in shambles.
“reo,” nagi calls his friend’s attention. “i’m going to the rooftop.”
“don’t you wanna finish lunch?”
nagi shakes his head, phone in his hands as he walks away from the cafeteria table. reo didn’t bother on following the snow white haired out the room, somehow, he knew what nagi was planning to do. and he’s not about to impede his friend’s plans.
nagi’s stomach was relentless, although now that he has figured out that it’s not from any illness, he realizes that he’s nervous. as he wordlessly climbs up the stairs, his steps become heavier and heavier. it was worse than when he’s against powerful opponents. he thinks he might be going crazy.
he knew that you’d be at the rooftop, a book held delicately held by your hands. your h/c hair would sway along with the afternoon winds, just enough to refresh you but not disturb. your e/c eyes would scan over words and words, unaware of what’s happening around you. and then, and then... you would lightly lick the bottom of your lips, absent-mindedly doing it so.
that’s how he often saw you. and to be honest, nagi isn’t the best at memorization. nor is he any good at observing someone else’s little quirks. he liked minding his own business instead of indulging in others’, but this time, that’s not the case.
the moment he reached the rooftop, he contemplated whether to open the door or not. he has no idea what he’ll even say once his eyes settles on you, but at the very least, he wants to see. he wants to feel.
nagi seishiro thinks he might actually be crazy at this point. so, instead of hanging around, he finally pushes the door open and just like he expected; you were there. this time, however, you weren’t reading. you looked as if you were waiting for someone.
“nagi–san.”
“hm?”
“i like you.”
you didn’t know where you got the courage to say it so suddenly, whereas nagi doesn’t know if he even heard it right. nonetheless, silence ensues. you thought at first that maybe this was nagi’s brutal rejection; silence, but he only looks away, his white hair being swept in the wind.
when he turns to face you, he asks, with the slightest tint of red visible at the top of his ears: “do i get to kiss you again?”
notes. this was sooo rushed! ill edit it tmrw bc i have classes early in the morning & yet here i am, writing this fic bc i miss nagi >< also, i do apologize for using female pronouns :( im aware that there r some readers who prefer gender neutral pronouns but the thing is, i often tend to use “she” & “her” AND until i perfectly unlearn that habit, i might end up writing the reader as female :( i tried my best to use “you” tho so i hope that makes it up even just for a lil bit
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