color me surprised,

leave me lovesick!

♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nagi seishiro

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

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

wc: 2.4k

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

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

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

reo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

nagi

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

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

comments are very much appreciated, thank you!!!

࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LOVE LETTERS ?! O2: stars aligned,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘m not repeating myself”

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

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

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

“there is” he said, “your letter”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you said calling me nagi felt weird”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i just said i am”

“then give me back the letter nagi”

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

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

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

then you saw him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you wouldn’t, 'm your star player"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re not welcome”

“i’m serious!!!”

“you’re never serious”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“date me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“just sign the contract nagi"

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

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

MADE WITH LOVE

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

“i hate this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and so here they were on a sunday evening.

“is the timer done yet..”

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

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

“no.”

“you do too.”

“nuh-uh.”

the younger scoffs and scrolls through his playlist.

“so you just make homemade bread for anybody?”

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

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

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

“no.”

“wha-? hey!”

nagi snorts at his best friend’s annoyed tone.

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

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

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

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

the work wasn’t too bad, he decides.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hah.. n-nagi.?”

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

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

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

“you alright?”

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

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

“yeah.. you woke up on time?”

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

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

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

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

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

fuck.

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

“ah.. ‘ts nothin’.”

“come on, let me see!”

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

“you hungry or something?”

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

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

“for birds?”

“no.”

“dogs?”

“no..”

“reo?”

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

“for you.”

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

for you?

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

“did you buy it on the way here?”

“made it.”

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

“i didn’t take you for a baker.”

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

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

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

“a little.”

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

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

“‘m not.”

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

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

“is it good?”

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

he bites back a small smile upon hearing your whine.

“ah?”

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

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

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

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

“you serious? promise?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

【Ｆｉｌｅ　１】

Masterlist

Pairing: Nagi x fem! reader

Warnings: Reader had shitty bfs

BASED ON YAMADA KUN TO LEVEL 999

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

That’s right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

another rewrite from one of my old blogs :p

nagi seishiro - bribery *:･ﾟ✧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"it's good."

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

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

"i'm not reading all that."

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

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

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

"is there even anyone else home?"

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

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

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

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

"what's up, nagi?"

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

"ah. cool."

"not really."

"oh. sorry."

"it's okay."

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

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

"what essay?"

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

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

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

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

"what's stopping you now?"

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

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

oh. nagi was watching you.

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

"not sure," he says.

"good reason."

"thanks."

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

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

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

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

oh, he was going to have fun with this.

just say it | nagi seishiro

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

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

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

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

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

better than letting go | nagi seishiro x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(and yes he's been counting)

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

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

Nagi Seishirou x Reader

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

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

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

:x

CAN I HAVE A KISS?

synopsis: in which you see him off

starring nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, itoshi sae

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

inspired by the song "see you again"

N. SEISHIRO

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

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

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

"sei! you're crushing me!"

"dont care."

"..reo! help!"

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

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

"too bad. say your last words."

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

"can i get a kiss?"

"hm?"

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

"im about to go to WAR"

"boy."

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

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

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

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

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

"ok, loverboy, thats enough. lets go."

"just a few more minutes.."

"WE'RE LEAVING"

C. HYOMA

it had been awkward between you and hyoma lately.

his whole injury thing had taken a toll on not only his mental health and soccer career, but also your relationship.

still, you wanted to see him off nonetheless.

"be safe," you said awkwardly. "hope its fun."

he chuckled stiffly. "thanks."

there was a long pause where neither of you said anything. the air was tense, and you hated it.

"well," you said, "i'll see you when its over, then."

panic flooded his senses as you began to leave. "wait." he said, grabbing your wrist.

when you turned around to look at him, he averted his gaze. "can i have a kiss?"

your eyes widened in surprise.

"..what?"

you hadn't had any form of real communication since he got injured, and now he's suddenly asking for a kiss?

he let go of you. "uh.. sorry. you dont have to if you dont wa-"

you cut him off with a deep kiss, wanting to taste his lips. his eyes widened a little before returning it, hands in your hair.

when you released for air, you whispered, "i'll make it last forever," before going in for a second round.

after you both pulled away, breathless, chigiri smiled and gazed at you gently, caressing a lock of your hair, trying to remain composed, but his red face giving his real mental state away. "well, sounds like this blue lock thing's gonna be like a war. i dont know how long it'll be until i see you again."

you chuckled fondly. "i'll wait for you, hyoma."

his pretty smile caught the attention of passerby. (um mr. no-pda what r u doing but wtv) "ok. thanks."

he turned around to go, but it was you who grabbed his wrist this time.

"i love you, hyoma."

his gaze softened. "i love you too."

I. SAE

"so you're really leaving for spain, sae?" you mumbled, though you already knew the answer. when you got no response, you sighed and pulled him in for a hug. "i'm gonna miss you."

he hugged you back and squeezed you tight. "me too."

"don't forget about me in spain, ok?"

"ok."

"make sure to call me, ok?"

"ok."

"dont forget! ever week, or every day if possible! ok?"

"ok."

you sighed. "i love you, sae."

to the untrained eye, sae's expression remained the same. the same cold, harsh one that could pierce through walls. but to someone experienced like you, you saw how his expression softened ever so slightly. "i love you too."

lip beginning to quiver, you asked, "can i get a kiss?"

he hesitated, as he was in public, but quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek.

you smiled. "and can you make it last forever? you're about to go to war, y'know."

he rolled his eyes at the dramatic phrasing but gave you a slower, deeper kiss to the lips regardless.

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

he gently pressed a fist to your head jokingly, letting out an 'idiot.' however, although the phrasing wasn't entirely true, he knew exactly what you meant and how you felt. (this guy? mr. no-feelings? ok.) he was sure that he'd see you again at some point, but he had no idea how long that would be. he really wanted to be with you, but he also wanted to pursue his dream, which was nearly within his grasp, and spain was the only place he could do that right now.

you began to tear up. "im really gonna miss you."

"i know. me too."

you were never very good at goodbyes. you didnt even take leaving his house well. but realizing that suddenly, your boyfriend was going to be in a whole different country with a whole different language and a whole different time zone without you, hit you harder than you could've ever expected. it filled you with an indescribable emotion of sadness, fear, emptiness, and more. you didnt want to, as you wanted to stay strong for sae, but you began to cry. tears streamed down your face as your buried your head in his chest, sobbing like a child.

as you cried, your tears on his sweatshirt, you began to wonder if maybe you were annoying sae. maybe he just wanted to leave and get this over with, but you were holding him back and he was just being nice by not turning his back and leaving. however, the way he held you back and pressed a small kiss to your head as he kept you firmly in his grasp told you that although he didnt express it like you did, he, too, was feeling an indescribable feeling. it told you that even though it would be hard, it would work out.

you sighed, laughing slightly, and pulled away from the hug. "well, i guess i'll be seeing you some other time, then."

"i guess so," he answered.

"bye, sae."

"bye, y/n."

you cried on the way home, once you got home, and the days that followed. you felt so lonely now that he was gone, but the daily 'goodmorning,' 'how are you,' and 'goodnight' texts helped you through it. your personal favorite, however, was the daily 'i love you' text.

(spoiler alert: his favorite was the 'i love you too' text)

heartsoji 𑁍 please do not steal, plagiarize, or repost onto any platform. thank you!

EYES FOR YOU

feat. nagi seishiro x gn! reader

prompt: "you're cute when you're jealous." (requested by anon for the 1k event!)

"sei, where are you?" you asked as soon as nagi picks up the phone after like a few missed calls. "i'm already in the coffee shop."

"i overslept," nagi replies, his voice still laced with sleep. "'m on my way now. wait for me, mkay?"

you stifled a laugh, but a smile appeared on your face. "okay. hurry or else i'm leaving!" you jokingly say and ended the call before nagi can say anything else.

you sit down on one of the chairs as soon as you got your coffee. you got your phone out and started scrolling through twitter when someone taps on your shoulder.