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synopsis: love is a foreign concept, often hard to express in words. except your feelings poured into the sweetest letters, intended for your eyes only. when the saccharine envelopes are mailed out to the five boys you've loved sparks fly, hearts break and chaos ensues. "heavily inspired by tatbilb"
đ. 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.
đđ. notes: pretend itâs been two days and not two months since i updated this⊠so sorry wth
â series masterlist prev: parallel lines next: call me baby
MONDAY,
. . . â 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 couldnât 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
âshould i let him in?â your mom asked, the scent of her warm lavender body mist filled the kitchen with a false sense of hope
âno!â you shook your head fervently, âi canât talk to him mom, i donât even want to go to school today.â
âyou canât avoid him foreverâ she sighed, âi told you i didnât like that kiyomi girl constantly sleeping over, now look whatâs happenedâ
you groaned, pushing your half eaten bowl of cereal away from you. âcan you just get him to leave â please?â
your mom exhaled loudly, but she set her phone on the counter and drifted out of the kitchen. you could faintly hear the door opening in the distance and muffled dialogue between them. she returned shortly, with her lips pressed in a thin line and her arms folded across her chest.
you glanced at your phone, watching a notification from kunigami pop up on your lockcreen. you felt awful. you could vividly picture the dejected look fleeting across his face when your mom lied to him
+ 1 new message from: ren
you went to school without me?
âyou have to sort this mess outâ your mom said, shaking her head, âkunigamiâs a good kid, donât throw away your friendship over something so fickleâ
ââs not that easy momâ you frowned, pushing yourself off the stool and smoothing your neatly ironed skirt down, âbut iâll tryâ
âwhat are you going to do about meguru and that kid you used to be close with?â 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 didnât 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.
âwho, nagi?â you asked, tilting your head to the side, she hummed in response. âiâll avoid him too. it shouldnât be hard, i doubt heâll go out of his way to talk to meâ
"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!"
. . . â 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, heâd be asleep in history too â so that wasnât 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)"
. . . â 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, âyou couldn't blame them, you could cut it with a knife â 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
âare you actually insane?â you spat, shooting the snowy-haired boy a glare. your hands grazed the track roughly and you could feel bruises forming on your knees âlike genuinely?â
ânahâ he says, shaking his head firmly. âyouâre the crazy oneâ
âexcuse me?â 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
ââm not repeating myselfâ
âhave you always been this annoying?â 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?"
âi wanted to talk to you, but youâve been ignoring meâ he pointed out, and you purposefully avoided meeting his gaze.
âthereâs nothing to talk aboutâ you said matter of factly
âthere isâ he said, âyour letterâ
you had two options: come clean or play dumb. you chose the latter, a near convincing look of confusion was plastered on your face, âwhat letterâŠ?â
âthis letterâ 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.
âiâve never seen that in my lifeâ, you adamantly denied, though your quivering bottom lip betrayed you. he raised a brow and began to read the concluding paragraph out loud.
âso 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. youâre a match-â
âcan you give that back?â 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.
âi think iâll keep itâ he says, and thereâs a near evil smile etched on his face that you werenât remotely aware he was capable of.
âgive it back nowâ you said, glaring at him with jarring intensity, "or i swear i'll end you."
ââs mine isnât it?â he asks, tilting his head slightly, âsays dear nagi doesnât it? âs my address tooâ
âyou werenât supposed to get itâ you frowned, âi didn't send them out, kiyomi did behind my back, without my consent, so please give it back nagiâ
you tried to reason with him. emphasis on tried. your efforts were in vain, nagi was insufferable
âseiâ he corrected, the teasing smile on his lips growing as you seethed with rage and embarrassment.
âwhat?â you spluttered, a look of utter confusion clouding your visage
âyou said calling me nagi felt weirdâ
âoh my god will you stop quoting that stupid letterâ you groaned, âgive it back you nuisanceâ
ââs not stupid, i want to keep itâ he says. shoving it back in his pocket, ââve never gotten anything like this beforeâ
âiâm not surprisedâ you huff meanly, âitâs not like you deserve itâ
âis it because i stole your first kiss?â he says carelessly, not understanding the weight of his words, âyou said it belonged to me anyway-â
âdo you hate me?â you shrieked, covering your face in embarrassment, âlike do you want me to drop dead? clearly you doâ
ââm sorry itâs just cuteâ he says, ââm sorry for stealing your first kiss tooâŠâ
âyou should be sorryâ 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
âi just said i amâ
âthen give me back the letter nagiâ
âseiâ he corrected again. his grey eyes sparkled with teasing intensity.
you didnât even grace him with a response. you could feel kiyomiâs 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.
âfuck my lifeâ 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.
âiâm so sorryâ you murmur before locking lips with nagi infront of the entire class. it wasnât 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 nagiâs. his grey eyes are blown wide and his lips look freshly kissed, a bright pink that mirrors the blush dusting his cheeks
âthe hell was that?â he breathes out. much to his displeasure you pulled away from his grasp and your eyes dart around the field. kunigami was gone. mission accomplishedâŠbut at what cost?
â5 laps âround the track sawako and nagiâ coach harukaze says, âthis isnât some rom-com, keep the lip-locking off my fieldâ
âsorryâ 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 wouldnât have happened if he hadnât tripped you. this wouldn't have happened if kiyomi didn't send out your love letters. none of this was your fault.
ââs fineâ he shrugs. but he stares at you as if youâve sprouted a second head. maybe even a third. he thinks youâre crazy. he thinks youâve 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.
âdude what was that?â reo asked, violet eyes tinged with confusion, âi thought you said you were going to talk to her?â
âi wasâ nagi says, raking a hand through his hair, âwe were talking...then she jumped meâ
he touched his lips gingerly. it was just sinking in that youâd kissed him. and heâd kissed you back. and he'd liked it. a week after breaking up with sora. didnât that make him an asshole?
âdid she tell you why?â reo prods, snapping nagi out of his trance, he's practically interrogating him now âwas it because of the letter?â
âi think soâŠâ nagi trailed off, âi donât know, this is such a painâ
ânagi! does that look like running two thousand meters to you??â the coach hollers, âless yapping more running beanstalkâ
nagi exhales loudly, frustration clouding his face. his brain was throbbing, heâd never had so much to think about at once. he hated being confused.
âtalk laterâ he murmured to reo, before breaking into a lazy jog. his head was swimming . he couldnât get the stupid kiss out of his head. you tasted like strawberries with faint undertones of something he couldnât 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 wouldnât 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
âi should really give you extra lapsâ coach harukaze said, shaking his head discontentedly, âbut youâre cutting into my lunch breakâ
âit wonât happen againâ you said, honesty dripped from your words like honey. you meant every word. it truly wouldnât reoccur. you wouldnât be kissing nagi on the track. you wouldnât be kissing him, period. youâd resolved to pretend he didnât exist â nagi..? didnât ring any bells
âi should hope notâ he scoffed, turning his attention away from you and bearing the brunt of his glare on nagi, âand you casanova, have detention with me again for skipping practice this morningâ
nagi blew his bangs out of his face exasperatedly. ââm not gonna comeâ
âahh you insolent bratâ coach harukaze seethed, âiâll bench you for the rest of the season!â
âyou wouldnât, 'm your star player"
âboth of you, pick up all the cones and take them to the storage closetâ your coach ordered, âand maybe clean it up while youâre at itâ
âno wayâ you spluttered in protest, âlet nagi do it by himself, heâs the one mouthing offâ
âdo you want detention too, miss president?â 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 couldnât get any worse
âno thank youâ 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-
âwhyâd you kiss me?â nagi asked, as if his words held no weight, âdo you still like me or something?âyou 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 donât grace him with a response. convincingly acting as if he was no more than a fly. youâd hoped heâd 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
youâd dumped the last of the cones in the storage closet, sneezing quietly as a storm of dust filled your senses. then nagiâs voice piped up again
â look, youâre great in your own way. but iâm not ready for another relationshipâ the words sounded mechanical, as if he'd been practising them in his head for the last few minutes â he had.
the tenderness in which he said your name almost melted your heart completely. almost
âi donât want youâ you said plainly, folding your arms over your chest ânot even in the slightest.â
âthen why did you kiss me?â 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.
âitâs none of your businessâ you shrugged, pushing the closet door open and stepping into the hallway
âit is my business! you kissed me in front of our entire form classâ he spluttered, trailing after you
âwell go figure it out yourself then, since you know so muchâ
âwhat- sawako-â he started, but you bolted then. and he couldnât be bothered to chase after you. nagi really didnât understand girls. he figured you were all wired differently. so complicated. so confusing
. . . â âyou did what???â bachira exclaimed, his vibrant sunny eyes nearly popping out of his head, âyou kissed nagi?? (y/n) you kissed-â
âmegs keep your voice downâ 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, âit was a mistake!â
âhe doesnât think thatâ 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 didnât 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 heâd stick around and keep you company, cross-legged on the carpet, while his mom ate her food and chipped in occasionally
âhe can think whatever he wantsâ you shrugged, passing meguru the pack of sour skittles you shared between you, âand he can burn that letter while heâs at itâ
âooo speaking of lettersâ 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 âyou can have this backâ
âthank youâ you sighed, relief washing over you, âsorry for not texting you back all weekend, i was such a messâ
ânahhhâ he giggled, waving you off, ââm sure you got a billion other messages from your cute little haremâ
âi didâ you groaned, slumping against the wall, âkunigami mustâve called me at least a hundred times by nowâ guilt crawled under your skin. youâd promised kuni things wouldnât change between you and they had, "and he wanted to walk to school with me this morning"
âyou canât avoid him foreverâ he quipped, chugging his pineapple favoured ramune with vigor, âi would've taken you hostage by now and forced you to talk to me. nagi had the right idea"
âyeah you would âcause youâre a freakâ you said, scrunching up your nose and scowling at him. "you and nagi are a bunch of weirdos"
âa freak you were in love withâ he giggled. you swat at him playfully, âyouâre so cute (y/n)â
âoh my god shut upâ you sigh, rolling your eyes exasperatedly, âi wish kiyomi never sent those outâ
âwhy did she anyway?â bachira asks, curiosity shining in his eyes like a red giant star, âi 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 herâ
âyouâre crazyâ you splutter, and you can hear yu snickering under her breath âyou donât even try to hide it..â
âkiyomiâs the crazy oneâ he mutters, shaking his head, âthank you for the letter thoughâ
âyouâre not welcomeâ
âiâm serious!!!â
âyouâre never seriousâ
âi mean it (n/n)â he says, and all the usual playfulness in his voice is gone, âitâs probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for meâ
âthatâs actually cuteâ you murmur, ruffling his already messy hair, âyouâre welcome megsâ
unlike the other boyâs youâd loved before, youâd never really stopped loving bachira. your feelings for him just became platonic, as they had with kunigami until they started bubbling up again.
âjust keep your head upâ bachira said, cupping your face in his hands and squishing your cheeks together âit canât get any worseâ
âdonât jinx itâ you say, shaking your head, âiâll text you later megsâ you reluctantly stand up from the comfortable carpet, smoothing your skirt down and slipping out of the art room
. . . â youâre in a daze as you trudge to geography, youâd 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
âsoâŠyou and nagi huh?â 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, âdid he tell you about the letter? did you know about it this morning?â
"yes.... i saw it firstâ he admits sheepishly, rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck âheâs 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 meâ
âiâm screwedâ you sigh, âmikage can you fly me out to mars or something?â you'd rather be anywhere than on earth right now. you'd even settle for burning on the sun.
âcanât do thatâ he hummed, ânot when youâre dating my best friendâ
âiâm not-â you spluttered, "we're not- i'm not dating nagi,"
âthatâs not what he saidâ he shrugs, picking up his pen nonchalantly and flicking through his notebook
âwhatâŠ?â 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)
âkunigami asked him about you during lunchâ reo explained, âhe just waltzed up to our table and started interrogating usâ
âand what did nagi say?â 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"
âwell he said he really liked you, said he saw you a lot at the konbini during spring breakâ 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??"
âkunigami believed itâ reo raised a brow, completely bewildered, âthe drama is more or less over now shouldnât you be relieved?â
âit's not really over, she sent out five letters. though i would be under normal circumstances.â you mused, âbut nagi isnât normal,â
âpoint takenâ reo laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement, âare you going to keep up the charade..?â 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
âobviously notâ you splutter, âfirst and foremostâŠsora would kill me?? she's already going to kill me for kissing himâ you said the last part under your breath
âsoraâs the one who dumped nagiâ reo pointed out, ever the critical thinker, âshe cheated on him with a college kid, why would she care?â
âbecause she practically owns himâ you said pointedly, âeveryone knows that nagi belongs to sora, he alwaysâ
ânagiâs his own personâ 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. youâre 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
âcan you moveâ you say impatiently, avoiding his burning gaze. he shook his head, heavy lidded eyes fixed on you
âtell me why you kissed me firstâ he said, "you owe me that much"
âcan youâŠget over that?â you muttered, âit was just a kiss, i didnât make-out with you or anythingâ
his eyebrows furrowed slightly and a pink tinge crept up his face, âso it meant nothing to you?â
âit meant nothing to you when you kissed me in middle schoolâ 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 didnât. he moved out of your way wordlessly and he watched you fish out your history books with an almost wistful expression on his face
âwhy would you tell kunigami weâre dating?â 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. youâre beyond irritated by his nonchalant attitude . youâre 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
âcan you answer me?â 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.
âlet me walk you to class firstâ he says, âthen iâll answer youâ
âin your dreamsâ you scoff, swerving around him and speed walking to class. heâs not very far behind you and when you plop down on your seat, he sinks into the chair beside you
âcanât you sit somewhere else?â you ask, âyouâre drawing unnecessary attention to usâ you didn't really mind, kunigami usually sat beside you in history and that would've been an absolute shit show
âus?â he asks, heâs smiling now and you want more than nothing to wipe it away. even if you have to kiss it off his stupid face.
âyou are insufferableâ you sigh, âjust go to sleep or somethingâ you didnât 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.
âokayâ 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.
âstop itâ you whisper harshly, trying to pry him away, âhave 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"
heâs 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 youâre hooked on sora"
ââm notâ he said adamantly. although he wasnât fooling you at all. not in the slightest. you shook with peals of laughter, the saccharine sounds wafting around the empty field
âyou so are. youâve been on and off for ages. sheâll come crawling back in a few weeks and you'll go back to her without hesitatingâ
"'s not funny" he frowns. his typical 'x' pout more prominent than ever, " and 's not true either, i'm done with her"
âit 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..
âdate me.â
"what??" you splutter, "are you crazy?"
"itâll drive her insaneâ he pleads, âsheâs 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.
"iâll think about it" you say, locking eyes with him, he anticipated your verdict with bated breath "yeah hell no! i just told you sheâll kill me??"
âif we're being realistic âs not like you have a choiceâ he says, âwith your love letter predicament,â
âyouâre annoyingâ you frown, âhas anyone ever told you that?â
"you have, dunno about anyone else 'thoughâ he says truthfully, he probably wouldnât have been paying attention â just say yes, âs not a real relationship. it's just until everything blows overâÂ
you contemplate what he said for a minute. for once you had to admit he was being completely logical. you couldnât 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 â who you hadn't spoken to in ages â 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.
âwe need a contract firstâ you shook your head, pulling open one of your notebooks and searching for a pen.
âahhh youâre such a painâ he groaned, âwhat do we need a contract for, i'm not paying you, you're not paying meâ
âboundariesâ you said , âwork with me, lazyâ
ââm not lazyâ he huffed, but relented. he watched intently as you wrote out a title in intricate cursive.
fake dating contract
â 1. no kissing
"first condition, no kissing" you recited aloud. you glance up from your notebook and see a gobsmacked expression on nagi's face. he spluttered uncharacteristicallyÂ
âwhat??â he was dumbfounded, âhow are people supposed to think weâre dating if we donât kissâ
âhand holding, hugsâ you said, listing them out on your fingers, âinsta posts etceteraâ
âyouâre joking right?â he asks, ââs not a very funny jokeâ
âdo i look like iâm joking?â you say impatiently, âthe rule stands loser, why do you want to kiss me so bad??â
âwhatta painâ 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 contractâ
âthat is so corny" you grimaced, but the idea of nagi writing you cute little post-it notes didn't seem all that bad
â 2. nagi has to write (y/n) notes
"'s funny you say that, considering the fact you're in this mess because of your corny love letters" he chuckles
you shoot him a meaningful glare as you write down the next condition âyou have to come to my volleyball gamesâ
"you should come to my soccer games too, itâs only fair"
â 3. we have to go to each other's games
"youâve got to make me your wallpaper" you said, he glanced at his phone and shrugged. he didnât 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.
âughhâ you grimace, âcâmere let me take a picture of you thenâ 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
âdelete thatâ 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 tooâ
âthat's fine, just no house parties, except the sports onesâ he says, "sora was always dragging me to those"
âwhen have i ever gone to a house party?â 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.
âalso no snitchingâ you add, âmikage already knows but i guess heâs trustworthy. we canât tell anyone else this is fakeâ
"that would defeat the entire purposeâ 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.
â 1. no kissing
â 2. nagi has to write (y/n) notes
â 3. we have to go to each other's games
â 4. we have to go on dates
â 5. no snitching
"okay signâ you said, handing him the pen and the notebook. you grabbed them back almost instantly âwait i forgot one!!â you said, âno falling in love, this is temporaryâ
âhavenât you already broken that one?â he mused, raising an eyebrow at you. your cheeks flushed and you shoved the notebook into his hands
âjust sign the contract nagi"
tags đ·ïž: @nishimaru @peachesncats @shacha (open)
©y2kuromi đđ 2024 please do not plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.
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Ë ÖŽÖ¶Öžđ â contents âź birthday fic for moi <3 fluff, fluff, fluff, fem! reader, established relationship, nagi is literally whipped. reo being a d1 hater. pet names . second person (you/your/yours) and third person pov. w/c : 2.4k
if you told nagi he'd be sitting cross-legged in his kitchen picking thorns off pink roses and counting them under his breath while his best friend reo talked him through this (or at least attempted to), he would've laughed in your face. even more so if you'd told him his cheeks were flushed a shade darker than the soft petals he clutched and his heart hammered loudly in his chest. but here he was doing just that hours to your birthday
"what do you think?" nagi asked reo, bringing the bouquet into view. he was quite proud of the floral arrangement of roses, chrysanthemum, lotus and hydrangea flowers. "âs it too much?"
"it's pretty lame, why don't you just cover (y/n)'s apartment in rose petals instead" reo suggested, he was only kidding
"you just want to see me suffer" nagi grumbled. when he'd facetimed him for moral support, he hadn't expected him to crack jokes at his expense, "cleaning that up would be such a hassle"
"i'm surprised you made the bouquet yourself," reo said thoughtfully, "wouldn't ordering one be more your speed?"
"nahh" the grey-eyed boy shook his head, "(y/n) likes these specific flowers for some reason, florist didn't have any arrangements like this"
"so you just bought four bouquets....? you do know custom orders exist right?" there's a small smirk on reo's lips as he teased. nagi shot him a withering glare as he firmly tied the stems together with twine
"wouldn't be as special that way" nagi muttered. he was blushing again, despite being in the comfort of his own home, he could feel the blush still warming his neck and ears
"you really love her, huh?" reo questioned gently his eyes softening when he saw nagi shyly smile at him
"yeah..." nagi breathed out quietly, smiling softly down at the flower arrangement, "should i bake a cake?"
"what??"
"'ve got this heart-shaped pan, and i bought cake mix and some other stuff after training today. i think i could pull it offâ
âare you sure about that?â reo queried, âiâm not gonna help youâ
âthatâs fine, not like you can bake anyways,â nagi scoffed, setting the flowers down on the counter. âit shouldnât be that hard right?â
âdepends on the flavourâ reo affirmed
âwhat should i do for icing, buttercream?â nagi asked, picking up a bag of sugar and a tub of butter. ââs the easiestâ
âbuttercream thenâ
âi wasnât really asking you, but sureâ
âdumbassâ
â(y/n)âs dumbassâ he grinned, his voice softening at the mention of your name âgod i hope she likes this. i feel like i couldâve done moreâ
âyou made her a bouquet, you made her a gift basket and now youâre baking her a cake. you didnât even get me anything for my birthdayâ reo said pointedly
âyouâre not my girlfriend reo, and you can buy stuff for yourselfâ
âyouâre a terrible friendâ
âiâm a good boyfriend thoughâ nagi said softly, âthe best in the worldâ
reo couldnât argue with that. nagi only put effort in the things he deemed important. you stood at the top of that list, above soccer, gaming and sleeping. he wanted nothing more than to make you happy.
to his credit, he tried his best. he went grocery shopping whenever you asked him to pick up groceries. he made sure you ate enough, and he always made time for you. even if he wanted to spend his entire day playing video games, he still made sure he was by your side.
he would do anything for you. hell, if you asked him to do a handstand and sing baby shark backwards, as stupid as it sounded, he would do it just to see your heartbreakingly beautiful smile
ââm gonna make (y/n) breakfast in bedâ he murmured, he could already see the smile stretching across your face âfrench toast or pancakes, dunno yetâ
âyou? cook?â reo laughed, âyouâre gonna poison herâ
âshut upâ nagi scowled, his nose scrunching up in mock annoyance, âi know how to cook, âs just a hassle but if itâs for (y/n) i donât mindâ he said as he mixed the dry ingredients until the salt, sugar and cake mix were evenly combined. he cracked two large eggs into the bowl and poured in milk, oil and vanilla extract. the cake mix reminded him oddly of you. sweet and sugary
âyouâre whippedâ reo said. âyouâre too far gone,look at your face all mushy like that youâre making me sickâ
ââs called being in love, not that you can relateâ nagi retorted. he gently scooped the batter in the baking pan with a spatula while reo stared at him agape. ââs obviousâ he shrugged, slipping the pan into the pre-heated oven.he ran a hand through his hair as he leaned against the counter with a content look on his face
nagi was still learning what love really was. to him, it looked a lot like you.
loving you felt like breathing, like waking up in the morning after a good nightâs sleep. he loved your smiles, your laugh, the sparkle you got in your eyes when you were around him. he loved everything about you. heâd probably never love anyone the way he loved you. and he was okay with that, he wouldnât trade you for the world
âsimpâ reo said â iâm surprised she puts up with your lazy assâ
âyou call this moral support?â nagi muttered, âshouldâve called someone elseâ
âwho else would sit on facetime with you while you did all this?â reo asked, âiâll waitâ
nagi was deep in thought for a moment but he remained silent. he knew you would, but that would inherently ruin the surprise
"so, nobody, huh? thought as much," reo remarked, rolling his eyes, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. it was a breath of fresh air to not be the one pushing nagi to do something for once
*ding* nagiâs eyes lit up as the timer chimed. the kitchen was filled with the scent of freshly baked vanilla cake. he slipped on an oven mitt before he took the pan out of the oven and placed it on the island. his cheeks were flushed as he glanced over his shoulder to shoot him a triumphant look
âcakeâs doneâ he was slightly giddy with anticipation, once he was done icing it he could finally drive to your apartment and see you. he knew you were already sleeping, heâd called you an hour ago and your voice had been laced with the precipice of sleep. he didnât really care, he selfishly wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday. even if it meant waking you up at midnight
true to his word nagi slipped into your apartment as soon as the clock struck midnight. to his credit he was as quiet as possible. setting your presents down on the counter before sneaking into your room
the bed dips and suddenly thereâs a warm body behind you. nagi wraps an arm around your waist, pressing himself closer to you. you let out a small noise as he pulls you in for a long kiss, his hand reaching up to stroke your cheek.
âseiâŠâ you yawn, squinting at him with your sleepy (e/c) eyes. youâre unbelievably pretty he thinks. even with furrowed eyebrows and a worn-out look on your face. your lashes fan across your face and he can feel his heart melting
âhappy birthday babyâ he murmurs, placing the sweetest of kisses on your forehead.
âthank youâ you hummed, resting your head on his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from the blankets. âthought you werenât coming till laterâŠâ
âcouldnât stay awayâ he admitted with a sigh, wrapping an arm around your waist, ââm sorry i woke youâ
âitâs okayâ you smiled,you brush a few locks of his hair away from his forehead, leaning up slightly to peck his lips. you pulled back slightly content with blissfully reveling in his presence before you sat up properly, pulling back the covers and climbing out of your bed, âcâmon i want my presents nowâ
âwhat makes you think i got you anything?â he mutters. eager to stay cuddled up in bed. his hopes were dashed as you dragged him towards you
you wonder how someone could be as cute as he was, despite his hair being messed up more than ever and his eyelids heavy with sleep. you bring your free hand up to his cheek and smile. his hand comes up to hold yours as he nuzzles into your palm, soft grey eyes affectionate and loving, the everpresent pout no longer visible on his face.
âbecause you love meâ you reply, smiling when he grins lazily at you, a little bit dazed
"i do love you," he mumbles, leaning up and slowly kissing the corner of your lips. âwait hereâ he tells you softly as he stands up, giving you another quick kiss. you watch him leave the room with a fond expression on your face.
your 6â3 boyfriend returns less than two minutes later, cradling a (f/c) box filled to the brim with your favourite snacks, manga and a fluffy miffy plush. as well as the prettiest bouquet of flowers youâd ever seen.
you practically tackle him, hugging him tightly as he laughs. you pull back to admire the flowers in his hands and you gasp, reaching out to take one of them.
âare those lotuses?â you ask, staring at them lovingly. they almost glow under the light in your bedroom
âyeah,â he nods, âyou said you liked themâ
you loved lotuses, although nagi didnât understand why. the soft pink lotus flowers and their dreamy forgetfulness and symbolic unwillingness to leave reminded you distinctly of him
âtheyâre beautiful, thank you so muchâ you beam. you took the bouquet from him, eyes widening when you realized they werenât store bought. tears pricked your (e/c) irises and you sniffle as you tried your best not to lose it.
â hey!â he says, noticing the tearful expression on your face. he cups your face gently âdonât start bawling on me yetâ
âyou made this yourself?â you whisper, staring in awe at the bouquet, âfor me?â
âdo i have another girlfriend or something?â he says, raising a questioning eyebrow at you. you glare at him before laughing
âshut up, i love youâ you say. you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a tight hug. or at least you try to, the box slightly gets in the way.
âi love you tooâ nagi smiles, and itâs one of those smiles he reserves for you, one that lights up his face and makes him shine brighter than any star, ânow look at the rest, âm sorry i didnât wrap anythingâ
âtoo much of a pain?â you asked, tilting your head to the side. he nodded in response, holding out the next gift. a sleek photo album. the first page is filled with a plethora of pictures. there were candid shots of you, pictures you didnât even know existed. the one that stuck out to you the most was a picture of you at the arcade on your first date.
âyou can fill up the rest yourselfâ nagi yawned, trailing towards your bed and placing the box carefully down on it. you placed the pink and purple bouquet on your dressing table before joining him
âthank you seiâ you said, you honestly couldnât say it enough. when nagi had asked you out a few months ago youâd never imagined he could possibly make you feel this special. hell, you didnât even care about your birthday that much. you almost hated him now, heâd ruined your expectations for life by making you feel like this..
nagiâs grey eyes drooped as he leaned against your pillow, âsânothing, thereâs one more thing youâve gotta see tonightâ he lazily pointed at a white box tucked neatly beside the cinnamoroll plush with a striking resemblance to nagi
you opened the box gingerly, the sweet scent of buttercream filled your senses. âa cake?â you exclaimed, âsei, you baked?? you baked me a cake??â
âi bakedâ nagi shrugged, ââs just a small one, and âs not from scratchâ
you dipped your finger into the buttercream and licked the sweet (f/c) frosting off, âthis is really good,â you tell him
ââm just good at everythingâ he murmurs, grinning when you gave him an exasperated glance ââm glad you like itâ
âof course i doâ you frowned slightly, âsit up for just a second, you gotta sing while i blow out my candlesâ
ââm not singingâ
âpleaseeeeeeâ you pleaded, âit doesnât even have to be the full song, you owe me sei, since you woke me upâ
âfineâ he sighed, sitting up reluctantly. he watched patiently as you placed the candles in the centre of the cake and pressed the flame to the wax. once the candles were lit, you reached over and grabbed his hand.
he thought you looked really beautiful like this, with the candlelight casting your features in warm glow and your hair fanned out over your shoulders. you seemed ethereal. he stared at you and smiled softly, watching as the flickering light danced on your face, casting shadows onto your (e/c) eyes
âi donât hear you singingâ you said, giggling when his cheeks flushed a startling shade of pink.
âshut upâ he huffed, looking away, but you only grinned wider as he sang for you. you didnât know why he didnât want to in the first place, he sounded like an angel. after the song was finished, you blew out your candles gently
you wished for a plethora of things all of which you knew nagi would stop at nothing to give you. you felt like heâd given you the entire world already. so you wished you could give him endless happiness. you wished you could spend day after day falling further in love with him, and you wished you could give him the entire universe
after the cake had been kept safely in the fridge and your breathtaking flowers arranged in a vase, you placed a lone lotus flower on your bedside table, nimbly slipping under the sheets beside your sweet boyfriend
âwhat did you wish for?â he asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he kissed the top of your head
âmy wish wonât come true if i tell youâ you hummed.
ââs not fairâ he pouted, âi told you what i wished for on my birthdayâ
âif i kiss you will you shut up and go to sleep ?â you asked. nagi nodded meekly. you didnât need to ask him twice. heâd do anything for you
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