#nagi drabble

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nagi seishiro — drabble.

his eyes open halfway at the shuffling beside him. he finds you tucking yourself in his embrace, tucking your head under his chin. you hold him closer as he mumbles, "you're here...what time is it?" he doesn't reach for his phone. putting an arm around you instead. you murmer something about not going to school.

he doesn't question you, shutting his eyes close, he doesn't mind skipping a day or two. humming as he gets more comfortable, kissing the crown of your head as he rasps, "what a dream."

"hm?"

"don't wanna wake up soon...or ever."

you're too sleepy to understand. he's probably too sleepy to make sense.

"best dream ever."

"seishiro."

"hm?"

"you're not dreaming."

"shuddap."

"it's not a dream. im real."

"don't make fun of me."

you almost gave up of paying attention to his words till he said: "you'd never let me hold you like this." his voice is a mixture of whiny and tired, growing inaudible by the end. "let me do while i can."

you think you caught up what he said. you think you're not that sleepy enough to not do this.

he opens his eyes halfway again as you pull yourself out of his hold. holding his face in your hands, you lock your eyes in his till you notice his sleep flying out of the window in seconds. and you place multiple kissys all over his face, making him stammer at the sudden action. his heart skips a few beats, feels butterflies flood his stomach and he thinks his face is red by now. but you don't notice as you already tuck yourself back onto his hold after having him flustered like that, you say:

"it's just a dream."

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[nekomanager]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ♡ NAGI SEISHIRO

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ f!reader, creampie for @peachwineandsunshine ◇ red room event (closed)

You’re so soft. Like a pillow against his muscular body, helpless atop his lap. Your bouncy ass slapping his thighs. His strong arms were wrapped around you as he jerked his hips upwards, his hard cock hitting your gushy pussy deep. His other hand traveled to cup your breast. Fuck! It made him harden at your softness even more. You’re so goddamn squishy and he had a tit in his hand like a stress ball.

How did things come to do this? Nagi was just playing a mobile game a while ago and now he couldn’t help himself from the feeling of your fluffy cunt squeezing his rock hard dick so fucking tight. He’s so helpless. Completely losing grasp of control just to squish you, the so goddamn adorable you, that he couldn’t put it in any other way but to rail you until you melt in his firm hold.

“Sei~” you mewled, and his forehead buried at the back of your neck, sweat dripping from the side of his face.

Can’t get enough. Can’t get enough. Can’t get enough. He, then, knelt you on the floor that you were now in all-fours as he was on his knees. He grabbed a hold of your waist as he pounded hard against you. His cock kissing your womb with how deep he was digging.

Nagi leaned closer on you. His huffs were endless, and thrusts roughened as he felt it coming. He knew you’d be reaching yours with the way your walls began convulsing around him. Your minds felt like in an endless daze, and all you could do was keep the pressure until you’re there. There! There! There—

“Y/N!” His voice, in a desperate and breathless whisper when you trembled in his arms.

“Oh, Sei...” you moaned when you felt his hot milk filling you up.

Both of you caught your breath. Nagi rested his on your shoulder. His arms tenderly remained around your plush frame. God...You’re so soft. So soft it makes him hard.

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[n-agiz]

KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 16 [ NAGI SEISHIRO X THIGH FUCKING ] cws thigh fucking + dry humping ! MDNI

nagi had always been obsessed with your thighs.

he loved how plush they were, how soft they felt between his fingers — and most of all, he loved how good they felt when he rubbed his dick between them.

sometimes, when you two laid down to cuddle, you would feel him start moving his hips into yours, layers of clothing still separating you two and, even then, you could feel his cock harden underneath them, his growing erection bumping into your ass rhythmically, low and drawn out moans escaping your boyfriend’s lips. you wouldn’t pay him much attention at first, almost ignoring him, letting him have his fun until he got more desperate, that being when nagi would grab your hips, chest pressing against your back as he basically fucked you through your clothes — but at some point that would stop being enough too, so the layers would start shedding, leaving you two naked, and his drooling cock slotted between your warm thighs.

nagi would slip it in slowly at first, almost as if he was actually fucking your pussy and wanted you to adjust to his size. his thrusts would be almost lazy, because initially he would always intend for it to be just foreplay, not something that would bring you two to a climax — but, then again, he would also always eventually get a bit too excited, too into how good rubbing against your inner thighs felt, and that would all go out of the window when lust clouded his mind too intensely. as he thrusted against you, nagi could feel every single time your muscles tensed up or when your clit would twitch between your folds, and somehow that would only make him want to go faster, helping you seek your high while seeking his own. he would hold you closer, moan into your neck while eating up every single whine that slipped out past your lips, and eventually, when his name would start coming out dragged out from your mouth and your hips started bucking back into his, he would know you were close, immediately gripping you even harder and moving even faster, only stopping when he knew you had orgasmed and his cum was painting your thighs.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

[skendoss]

Seishiro Nagi x Corporate Worker!Reader

A short drabble on coming home to Nagi after a long shift in the office🩵

wc: 639

cw: none, just domestic, fluffy Nagi!

Nagi doesn’t quite understand your way of life. He’s told you time and time again that you don’t need to work. He earns enough to comfortably support your lifestyle. And as much as you appreciate this, your pride and eagerness to make your way up the corporate ladder means that you still (reluctantly) drag yourself to your dull office job Monday to Friday. Nagi just doesn’t get it.

Much like he doesn’t understand how much you do on a day to day basis. ‘Sats? Average handling time? Aftercall? Direct Debit payments?’ Nah. Never heard of her.

When you drag yourself into your shared apartment after a particularly ball-busting 9-5, Nagi will always be found in one of two places; the sofa, or your bed. Always horizontal, always with his face in a mobile game.

Today was Thursday. A working day which resulted in nothing but non-stop meetings with rude clients. Your head is battered, you’re tired physically and mentally, and to put it bluntly, you look like how you feel.

On days like this, you lug yourself up the stairs to your apartment, one by one. You enter the living room, drop your bag to the floor and slump yourself down on the sofa by Nagi’s feet (because OF COURSE he’s having some horizontal time, what else?🤭)

You sit in silence for a moment. You huff once, twice, three times….. Nothing. You huff again, extra loud and dramatically. He finally lowers his phone from his face. “Oh, hey.”

This is the point that your rant begins. Nagi may not be the most attentive boyfriend, but he is wonderful to spill the tea to. He always seems like he isn’t listening, but in reality he clings on to every word you say. He’s all caught up on the workplace scandals, who is your colleague sleeping with now?? He knows each name. Is your manager still being a bitch??? A question that he asks regularly.

He lets you let it out. All that pent up anger and frustration that built up during that 7 hour shift. Once your rant is over, you sigh and revel in the moment of silence that follows.

You look back at Nagi, who is still looking at you intently, his slate grey eyes examining every inch of your face. He doesn’t say anything, but just opens his arms, inviting you into his soft embrace. You fold immediately, climbing over his legs and slumping on top of him. You breathe in his scent and you’re overcome with instant relief.

Have you ever smelled the Men’s Green Fragrance by Ralph Lauren? That’s what Nagi smells like. At. All. Times. It’s such a comfort to you.

He wraps one arm lazily around your waist, and his other hand strokes through your hair for a moment whilst he places a series of tender pecks to your forehead.

“You can quit anytime, you know. You don’t have to ask me.” He mumbles into your hair.

“I know.” You reply. “But not now. I’ll get there one day.”

“Sure you will. Because you’re awesome. And beautiful. And I love you.” Nagi tells you nonchalantly whilst picking his phone up with his free hand. “Anytime you’re ready babe.” Your heart swells. How can someone so detached be so precious?

You don’t say anything in return, but you nuzzle your head into his chest further and just take some time to breathe. To be y/n, and not just a number in a corporate company.

Nagi may not be the perfect boyfriend. He’s messy, he’s lazy, he sometimes seems distant and acts a bit silly. But he’ll be damned if the one he loves feels worthless, or stressed because of work. One thing he will always do, is be there with open arms ready to embrace you at the end of a shitty, shitty shift.

My first ever bllk piece🤭 Honestly - this is just me being sick of work and projecting with a hint of Nagi. I actually wrote this during work whilst multitasking looool, please mind any errors 🩵

[etoiile]

clingy nagi <3

nagi swore that he was going to rip that stupid laptop off your lap and out the window.

you were sitting together on the couch, but it was like he wasn't even there. you were so busy typing something for your essay that you hadn't even so much as glanced his way a single time. it had been 30 whole minutes and he was at his breaking point.

"y/n." nagi mumbled, inching closer.

when you didn't respond, he tried again. "y/n."

nagi felt his insides boiling. "fuck; such a hassle, y/n." he grabbed your laptop and threw (gently placed) it to the floor. you looked up at him, confused.

"what's up?" you asked innocently. so innocently. as if you hadn't been ignoring the love of your life (supposedly. he's started to question your claim now..) for the past half hour.

he wasted no time grabbing you by the waist and pulling you onto his lap. he gently held you before burying his face into the crook of your neck and you found yourself giggling at the ticklish kisses he pressed to it.

"h-hey! sei, stop it!" you giggled, trying to pry his head away from you. "what's up with you?"

he took a break from his flurry of pecks and averted his gaze. "you weren't paying attention to me.." he muttered shyly, a pink dusting across his cheeks.

you giggled. "my bad, sei. well, you've got my attention now. you wanna watch a movie and cuddle?"

"no."

nagi pulled you back into him and held you tight. "'jus wanna hold you right now."

your heart fluttered as you leaned into his embrace.

"okay, sei."

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[lou-struck]

Around Again

Sheishiro Nagi x reader

-Your day at the waterpark turns stressful when you lose your sleeping boyfriend on the Lazy river. 

W.c. 1.8k

Warnings: Reader goes a bit crazy in the heat, sunburns, dehydration

a/n: It’s Wip Mountain Charlie! 

"Hey, Wake up Lovebirds,. We're here," a voice calls, walking you from your accidental nap. 

The tinted windows of the team's van dull the brightness of the sun just beyond the glass as you blink slowly. The chill of the air conditioning has you nuzzling into the warm body of your boyfriend, Sheishiro Nagi, as his head of snow-white hair stirs against your shoulder. 

"Are we there already?"

"No, we just decided to walk the rest of the way," Reo responds sarcastically as the other men pile out of the rental van with eager smiles on their faces. 

After a grueling season, the Blue Lock team was in desperate need of a vacation, and Reo, as the resident rich friend, was kind enough to invite everyone over to one of his family's luxurious vacation homes, which just so happens to be about an hour away from a very nice waterpark.

The tall, twisting water slides cast a shadow over the team's VIP parking spot as you climb out of the backseat. Having lost his pillow, Sheishiro grumbles but follows soon after. 

"You guys unload, I'll head on inside and book us a private cabana. There are too many of us to all get seats next to each other." the purple-haired man says as if it is no big deal. "Let's all meet up for lunch in a few hours."

You nod and walk through the gravel to the back of the van, where the soccer players are sorting through the bags. Apparently most of them decided to use the same exact bag for packing, so the sorting process is taking much longer. 

"Here's your bag y/n," Rin says, handing you your cloth beach bag. His drawstring bag rests on his arm, heavy under the weight of the horror novels he packed for the trip.

"Thank you, I hope you get some time to read today." you smile taking the wolven handles.

He shakes his head doubtfully and glances toward an overly enthusiastic Bachira, who is pointing animatedly at the park's entrance map. "Me too, but Bachira has threatened to send me down every water slide in the park."

"Mmmhmm, the yellow-eyed man nods as you walk over to him, "It's a bucket list thing; you should come with us; it will be so much fun. Isagi here even promised not to puke."

"Hey. It's not like I want to," the blue-haired man says embarrassedly. "I'm just not used to going on all the rides."

"I'm not going anywhere until my sunscreen sets in." Chigiri frowns behind his shades. "I'll be in the shade until then."

"I'll go with you," Rin says immediately following after the pink haired man leaving Bachira to pull Isagi towards the first looming tower. 

"It looks like it's just us," your boyfriend says, looking around the bustling park. "What do you want to do first y/n?"

"Maybe we should find the cabana and put our bags down," you mention, noticing that his fair cheeks are already turning pink under the harsh sun. "We can put on some sunscreen while we are there, too; you look like you are already getting burnt."

He frowns and looks at you with puppy dog eyes, "do I have to? Sunscreen is such a pain to have to put on over and over again."

You roll your eyes and give him a fond smile. "Yes, you'll thank yourself later."

"Fine, then could you put it on me?" he asks softly. "Since you want me to wear it so badly."

You swat playfully at his shoulder, the act not harming him in the slightest. "Fine."

"Ow, you hit me." he pouts like the big baby he is and rubs gingerly at the spot. "That hurt, why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you; I love you and want to make sure you don't get sunburnt." you scold; you watch as he tries and fails to keep the soft smile from breaking through his poker face. 

"I love you too," he smiles, taking a step closer to you; his hands come to rest on your waist as he presses his lips to yours. The blissful, lazy rhythm of his lips makes you forget about the heat of the sun and the crowded waterpark for a moment. Until his too-warm forehead comes to rest against yours. 

As much as it pains you to do so, you push away from him. "I'm going to go and get us a bottle of sunscreen. Could you take our bag to the beach area where the cabanas are?"

"Yeah, I can do tha~" he yawns, handing you his credit card. 

"Tired already?" 

"Yeah, the sun drained my battery, so I'll just shut my eyes until you come back."

"In the shade please," you tease, walking off to go and buy some of the park's overpriced sunscreen before your boyfriend turns into a lobster. 

~

Instead of buying one tube of sunscreen, you approach the cabana with a bag full because you know in your heart that (with the exception of Chigiri) these footballers have not even thought about sunscreen all day. 

When they come back to practice next week, their coach would be beyond furious if his starting lineup was out of commission due to sun poisoning. Sand from the man-made beach slips under your sandals as you walk along the edge of the lazy river. Dozens of people float along the strong current in innertubes completely at peace in the water. Rin and Chigiri are the only ones in the cabana when you enter; they both look content as they flip through their books, but your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. 

"If you're looking for Nagi, I would check the Lazy River," Rin says without glancing up from his novel. "He said it looked like something he would want to try."

"Oh, thank you," you reply, setting the bag of sunscreen down on an empty chair. "I got this for everyone, so feel free to use some."

"Thanks, we'll need it," Chigiri says gratefully.

As you walk down to the bank of the lazy river, you peer out at the people floating by, some wave, but you are far too distracted when you notice a wooden sign on the riverbank. 

Welcome to the World's Longest Lazy River

Shit…

If Nagi got on here, he could be halfway around the park by now. You could wait here for him to come back around, but standing out here in the hot sun seems like the last thing you want to do. 

The water, just meters away, calls out to you like a siren, and as the sun beats down on you, you cave and answer it.

Grabbing an empty green and white striped innertube, you step into the water; the strong current pulls you away from the shore before you can consider turning back.

Your legs kick as furiously as a water polo player as you try to steer your way around the dozens of tubes in your path. Until you see a head of white hair bobbing in the distance.

"Sheishrio," you call out to him. Your legs still kicking through the shallow water. 

When he doesn't respond, worry that he has fallen asleep in the tube. If you don't find him soon, it is very possible he could spend all day floating along the river and baking under the UV rays. 

As a large group of people enter the river in front of you, he disappears from your view. 

It takes far longer than necessary to get around the group, but when you do, you come across a fork in the path. 

You sigh and decide to lift your feet and go where the current wants you to go. You bob through the refreshing river and are sent under a waterfall. The moment the colder water hits your forehead, you realize that you are baking in this heat as well. 

Waves fizzle in the air as you spot a head of white floating along the river lazily. Ditching your tube entirely, you swim with the current, the yellow and white striped innertube bobbing closer and closer to your outstretched hand. 

Your fingers slip as they find purchase on the slippery rubber donut, spinning it around, "I found you~"

An older woman who looks to be in her 70's pulls her oversized sunglasses down he nose and glares at you with murderous intent.

"What the heck did you stop me for?"

"Sorry, I was looking for someone," you say, quickly letting go of the tube and pushing it (and her) away from you as she flips you the bird. 

You're too hot

You're thirsty

Where is your boyfriend?

The heat has clearly gotten the better of you as you slap at the water in fevered frustration. Your head pounds as you look forward. 

"What's wrong?" a familiar voice says from behind you. "You don't look too good."

You sigh deeply, "I'm trying to find my boyfriend, but the river is too damn long, and it's too hot out here to think."

A slightly pink hand takes yours, and you come face to face with the very man you have been searching for. 

"I win," he smiles, his hair damp from the waterfall, and his cheeks are more than just a little pink, but you have a feeling you look worse. "Now let's go get you out of the sun for a bit, yeah?"

~

Back in the shade and luxury air conditioning of the cabana, you are sprawled out on one of the Adirondack chairs. Sheishroi brings you what seems like your millionth glass of ice water and readjusts the cold compresses on your neck and forehead. 

"How you feeling" he asks, cupping your face with his cold fingers. 

"A lot cooler now," you sigh, leaning into his touch. "I felt like I was boiling out there."

"I know, I saw," he says, taking your other hand and coaxing the glass to your lips. "Drink up."

You down the glass in greedy gulps, noticing for the first time the sweet hint of the infused fruit inside. "How did you get behind me? You couldn't have gone all the way around the park in that short of time." 

"The river got boring without you after the first bend, so I got out at the next opening. And then I saw you float by. I wanted to catch up with you, but you were moving so fast."

"Because I was looking for you," you murmur. "I wanted to help you, and now you're the one having to take care of me instead of having fun with everyone else."

"I like taking care of you," he says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Besides, if you want, we can take a quick nap in the shade and then see how we are feeling about going down those water slides in a little bit."

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[quirrrky]

—.: ･ﾟ✦ KISS THE GIRL

RIN, REO, NAGI, KUNIGAMI attempting to, almost, accidentally and finally kissing you (in no particular order, surprise!)

≡ NOTES ⋮ OMG! this is my blue lock sfw debut...I hope y'all can support me 🥺🫶

RIN 

there you see her, sitting there across the way. She don't got alot to say, but there's something about her

He was seated in front of you in full concentration on the menu—brows knitted together, and lips pursed tight. His eyes intense on the booklet carefully studying which food you would both enjoy together.

Oh, you admired him like that. He looked so serious, so handsome.

You’re instantly in a daze and still couldn’t believe that you got a man like him to say ‘yes’ on a date with you.  

“What do you want? I suggest we ord...” Rin trailed off as he noticed your pinned gaze on him. He felt a little nervous and his cheeks began heating up. Why were you looking at him like that?  

Meanwhile, you weren’t even noticing that his focus was no longer on the menu, but already on you.  

Rin looked back at you again, and he couldn’t help but get drawn into your eyes. They were so pretty...you were so pretty that he didn’t notice himself leaning forward to close to gap in between the two of you. 

“Ma’am, sir, are you ready with your order?" The waiter interrupted, and Rin instantly pulled himself back to his seat. “Oh-ah, uhm I’m sorry. I’m sorry to interrupt you. I’ll just drop by again,” the waiter said.  

You blinked twice realizing what could’ve happened. Was he really...Was he really gonna kiss you? 

Rin has a hand covering the half of his face. His ears were red, and he was obviously flushed. He was half-pissed and half-embarrassed at the same time. 

Now, he should better find another way to kiss you.  

REO 

yes, you want her. Look at her, you know you do. It's possible she wants you too there is one way to ask her. It don't take a word not a single word

He was fresh out of bath and you instantly jumped to your feet, holding a towel. As his hired personal assistant during his games, you always made sure that you were doing your duty well especially when it’s Reo. You’ve been in awe with the guy ever since and it would totally make you happy to help him be successful as an athlete.  

You approached him with the towel and patted him dry.  

“Hey, I told you. You don’t have to do this,” he gently said.  

Reo wanted to stop you, but he couldn’t. Not when he kinda’ wanted it too. Your hands...your caring touches on him. He gulped.  

Were you not finding yourself awkward in front of a half-naked man? Was he not attractive enough? Well, maybe you got used to him...to this already that it didn’t bother you anymore. 

But it bothered him. He’s bothered by you...by this...in all kinds of ways he couldn’t tell. 

“Allow me to do my job, sir!” You said, not backing down. 

“How many times did I tell you to drop the ‘sir’?” He had been attempting for months now to eliminate whatever gap you had between you two yet you’re so stubborn and still insisted on your formalities.  

“That can’t do, sir.” 

He took a sharp inhale and decided to put a stop to this. He held your wrist, which forced you to shift your gaze unto his undeniably attractive face. Your throat dried up. He looked dead serious, and he towered over you. Your heart was skipping a beat. But he’s your boss... 

Reo was supposed to say something, but he found himself leaning closer to you instead. His breathing got stuck in his chest as he wanted to have a taste of those lips. Those lips that he wanted to shut up everytime you’d call him something he didn’t want to be in your life.  

You were caught in the moment, clueless and lost on what was happening. Why were you feeling weak now? You didn’t wanna stop this, but you have to. 

All of a sudden, a droplet of water fell from his hair to your nose. You were jolted and smacked the towel over his face in panic, acting like you were drying him up like usual. 

You couldn’t believe it. You were about to kiss your boss! 

While you were so lost in your thoughts, Reo already made up his mind. He took the towel from your grasp and threw it over your head, surprising you.  

“S-Sir?” 

Before you knew it, your eyes widened in disbelief as his lips were now pressed against yours.   

He pulled away and pinched the tip of your nose. “I told you. Drop the sir.” 

NAGI 

shala- lala-lala my oh my looks like the boy's too shy ain't gonna kiss the girl

The pale-haired agreed to assist you in memorizing some terms that you had to bear in mind. He agreed because he’d just play video games while you were reviewing then he’d just listen to you talk and check if what you were saying was accurate. It was not much of a big deal, really. You’re best friends after all.  

He was so wrapped up on his phone that when it was already game over, he noticed that you fell asleep. 

“Oh, you’re cheating, huh?” He murmured. Curious to see what you were trying to memorize, he bent his head forward attempting to carefully slide the handout underneath your head, but instead he was met by the sight of you peacefully sleeping. 

You had the other side of your face against the table and your cheek was squished adorably. His eyes sparkled and he didn’t know it. He also couldn’t understand why was watching you sleep so boring but entertaining for him at the same time. 

Should he take a picture? Would you drool? Were your lashes always like that? Nagi’s fingers grazed lightly over the strands, and it tickled him a little. It felt light and loved the fuzzy feeling against his skin. 

He also found your even breathing too soothing for him that he didn’t notice his head swaying back and forth as he was being lulled into sleep. His eyes were now triggering to close as his head dropped against yours.  

Opening his eyes again, it seemed like certain minutes passed by. As he was coming down to consciousness, he felt something soft against his lips. Was it a pillow? Hmmm...He never felt anything like this before. He opened his eyes and saw yours. No, it wasn’t a pillow that’s soft against his lips, it was your... 

Immediately, he straightened his back and blinked rapidly. Oh. Did you two really... He pondered as his heart drummed fast in his ear. Maybe he’d find out the truth if he’d try to actually do that consciously this time around.  

Maybe? 

He was on his way on dipping his head forward when you squinted and opened your eyes.  

“N-Nagi?” You said in puzzlement, waking up with his face so close to yours. Sitting upright, you scratched your eyes still fresh from sleep. “W-What happened?”  

“Uh...” Flustered, he looked away, scratching his neck. “I think we kissed.” 

KUNIGAMI 

boy, you better do it soon no time will be better

Your boyfriend was always the gentleman. He’d always open the door for you, would volunteer to carry your bag, and would slice the steak for you if you’re finding it difficult. Kunigami Rensuke was always the gentleman, but in his situation right now, he was trying his best to be. 

When he agreed to watch a movie with you, he never thought that it would be romance. Now, the man was hyperaware of your existence beside him—the way your elbow would rub against his, your laugh and the way you sip that soda from your straw.  

His throat ran dry.  

Now, how could he respectfully have your lips on his instead on that straw. Goodness...what was he thinking? 

He ran a hand through his face and watched as the scene turned to the main lead passionately kissing the leading lady. He couldn’t help but turn to you. His eyes fixed on your lips. Oh, how he wanted to do that.  

Rensuke laced an arm around you and your focus shifted to him from the movie scene. He was leaning close, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted. You smiled and fed him with a popcorn. 

“I’m sorry. I almost forgot to share with you,” you said, completely clueless on what your boyfriend wanted to do all this time. 

Your date night ended with you ranting about the movie’s ending. He honestly found it a little cringe too. It was another life-on-the-line main characters with one of them dying kind of story. 

You were walking to your home with hands laced with each other. Though he badly wanted to kiss you, just like this was enough. Just the chance to spend a little bit of time with you was more than enough.  

Stopping by the front of your house, he gently ruffled the top of your head. “Thanks for today.” 

“Actually,” you swayed back and forth with the heels of your feet. Your gaze avoiding him as your face was all flushed. “My parents weren’t home tonight. Could you...Could you keep me company?” 

Forget the kiss, Rensuke thought.  

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AN: special thanks to @his-saiko for the inspo and @sugarbebenireo @chibishae34 bc your men are here

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[shunshunrika]

Nagi Seishiro firmly believes that the most optimum way to kiss you while expending the least amount of energy is to start when the two of you just wake up in the morning.

Lazy boy Nagi's body clock is tuned in a way that he always wakes up 15 minutes before you do. In that quarter of an hour, he cooks up the perfect plan to smooch you. He studies your lips thoroughly. Their plumpness, their color, their softness. He pokes them in different positions, at different angles, making you stir in your sleep.

As soon as you are awake, the tall man's muscly arms cage you in an embrace, and your face meets his smooth and warm chest.

“Seishiro?” you ask, yawning. “What happened?” his snowy white hair tickles your forehead as he leans close, his large gray eyes making you freeze in that position. Gently, he'd lower his head to kiss your lip.

“Ah, my back hurts like this.” he'd say, hoisting you up and onto him, your faces connected in a kiss, so he doesn't have to move a single muscle except his mouth.

Lazy boy! Nagi thinks your lips are his personal pacifier. Wouldn't stop sucking on them until they are swollen and tingly. Even after that, he'd switch to using his tongue to duel with yours, your saliva drooling out and getting on to his face.

“My mouth is all sore.” you'd say, in an attempt to make him stop.

“But I want more.” he'd protest, trapping you in his arms.

You would have no choice but to keep kissing him for an hour, laying atop his naked chest and praying he doesn't feel you leak through your panties and onto his groin.

Part 2

[chigirizzz]

stop feeding my cats! — nagi

gn! reader, fluff, not proofread

you frowned, confused, as you read the messy handwriting on the yellow sticky note that was glued to the cat food bowl in an alley near your house.

stop feeding my cats, it says. 

the hell?

you looked around the alley. nothing. you stepped out a few steps from the alley to investigate the street. people and cars were passing by but nothing special.

was the sticky note a prank? done by someone who could have had an eye on you for a while (that thought made you shiver; you hoped that wasn’t the case)? or was, in fact, the owner of the stray cats that you’ve been feeding for a few weeks by now? 

no, it couldn’t be; if the person was the owner then why the hell don’t they take care of their pets? the cats were dirty, skinny and none of them had a collar or signs that they used to have a collar. then, was someone also feeding the feline creatures that you’ve taken a liking for? it seemed to be the more rational scenario.

you shrugged and crumpled the paper, before putting it in the pocket of your pants. you really didn’t give a shit, honestly, as long as the person doesn’t disturb you in any way.

while opening the new cans of cat food that you just bought from the supermarket, some of the cats that you recognized made their way to you, excited by the smell of the canned food.

this was your routine now, coming to the same alley you were in and giving the love and affection that those poor animals didn't have. you liked doing this, and you even brought your friends once in a while to help you, which they never hesitated to do.

as you looked inside the plastic bag, you realized you forgot to buy fresh water for the cats. “ah, shit. wait here, it won't take long.” you patted one of the cats, a gray one, and ran to the supermarket. today was a very hot day, so the water was a must.

as you made your way back in the alley, you heard a soft, sleepy, masculine voice talking to no one in particular. it was a white haired boy who seemed to be your age, his tall body in a squatting position, petting the same gray cat you pampered not even 10 minutes ago.

“your fur is so soft. pretty. pretty.” he eventually realized you were there watching him confused, his bored eyes staring at yours. “hm... are you the one who’s been nagging misky and her friends?”

“huh?” you approached him and tried to not be intimidated when he got up and made you look up at him. he was really tall. his baby face didn’t fit the slight muscular and tall body of his. “misky? nagging? what are you on about?”

he pointed at the gray cat. “that’s misky, i was the one who gave her that name. the other cats are her friends,” he affirmed. “and you’ve been nagging them.”

“wha—ugh, unbelievable.” you groaned and rolled your eyes. was he dumb or was he trying to make you look like an idiot? his posture and facial expression remained the same, waiting for an answer, probably. “i never bothered the cats or anything. i just feed them, give them water and pet them. i don’t see where the problem is.”

“i already do that.”

“then how come i never saw you here? i come here often.”

“oh. sometimes i forget to take care of them.” his lips were now similar to an “x”. “i come here once or twice a week… unless i forget.”

“that’s nothing, they need more atten—wait, are you the one who left the sticky note?” he nodded, now on his knees to play with the cats. one of them proceeded to lick his fingers, love and affection on the feline’s eyes. they all seemed to recognize and like him, even if he was a bit neglectful. you looked at the boy interacting with the hungry animals, a view that warmed your heart. “what’s your name?”

“nagi,” he answered without looking at you, grabbing one of the cats and placing them softly on his lap.”nagi seishiro.”

“i’m y/n l/n.” you approached him and sat on the floor. “they really love you.”

“mhm. i’ve been visiting them for a few months now. look,” he called out for your attention and began pointing at each cat while telling you their respective name. “that’s miya, the black one is puddin, that one is jung and the one who’s besides him is his girlfriend, hana. oh, and this one is named reo because his personality reminds me of my best friend reo!” you laughed at his excitement. he seemed like an innocent kid at the moment, which you found adorable.

“i see. i never bothered to give them names; i’m not good at that, haha.”

“that’s because you’re a bad caretaker.”

“huh?! as if!” he ignored you. “how does me not giving them names equal to being a bad caretaker?”

he shrugged and looked at you. “hm, don’t know. but i’d appreciate it if you'd stop feeding my cats.”

you arched your eyebrow. “then why don’t you adopt them?” 

“too much of a hassle taking care of them daily.” you facepalmed at his response, to which he didn’t bother to react to. “once or twice a week is enough for me.” his “:x” facial expression was back again.

“if it’s such a hassle then why don’t you want me to take care of them?” he was now in silence and looking at the floor. he seemed… sad. you touched his shoulder gently with the tip of your fingers. “nagi?...”

“i don’t have many friends. don’t want someone to take them away from me.”

awn...

“i won’t take them away from you. my parents don’t want any type of pets.” it was silent for a few seconds in the alley, the only thing that was heard were the cars and the people passing by. it was relaxing, actually.

“say, y/n, why don’t we both take care of them?” he suggested as he laid on the floor with his arms supporting his head, looking at the clear sky.

“is that what you want?”

“mhm.”

you smiled at him. “ok, fine for me!  i’ll do my part on the first four days of the week and you on the other three days!”

“no, that’s not what i meant.” his eyes were gazing at yours. “we’ll take care of them at the same time, so i can see you more often. you seem like a nice company.”

oh.

“isn’t… isn’t that a hassle for you?”

“yes.”

“and you still want to do that?”

“mhm.”

“you’re weird,” you chuckled. “but ok, i accept, nagi.”

the rest of the day nagi and you played with the cats and decided when to come back to the alley. the boy was actually really funny despite not showing any emotion. and you were starting to see him as a friend.

[seismisu]

MEET CUTE ! : NAGI SEISHIRO

in which nagi meets an enraged gamer who might turn his boring and annoying life, to a much more enjoyable time.

author's note : this might be a series of meet cutes with blue lock!

tws : none

pairing : nagi seishiro x gender neutral reader!

“boring.”

nagi seishiro found everything boring, except for his friend reo and his beloved sport, soccer. he never found many things enjoyable, everything seemed like a chore.

like something that disrupted him from his everyday life that composed of playing video games, soccer, and sleeping.

it was always that way for him, until you came into the picture. he found it funny really, how he met you in an internet cafe he frequented. it's not like he didn't have a pc, nagi just considered a small walk to the cafe as exercise.

you were furiously smashing the keyboard while playing, the mic was so close to your mouth that nagi swore that whoever was on the other line would be deaf, after all your voice was very, very loud.

“hey.” nagi tapped your shoulder, and you stared at him in an ugly way. nobody likes being disturbed while gaming, nagi knew that well. “turn it down.”

and in your maddened state, you didn't notice the other customers giggling at the sight of your gaming rage. you quietly apologized and sighed from embarassment, nagi sat beside you, occupying the empty pc that he paid for earlier.

“what's your name?” the soccer player asked, it was quite obvious that your little outburst because of dying in game had piqued his interest, he had already seen such outrage over a shooting game but yours was funnier, weirder? nagi thought.

“ i'm [first name] [last name.] you? ” you sigh, and nagi slightly grins. this might be the start of something new as he mentions his own.

“i'm nagi seishiro, it's nice to meet you.” and when you smile, starting to make an interesting conversation about your favorite games together, seishiro thinks to himself.

it's very nice to meet you, indeed.

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[n-agiz]

KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 10 [ NAGI SEISHIRO X PHONE SEX ] cws phone sex + masturbation (f & m) ! MDNI

sometimes, when it got to a certain hour late at night, nagi would call you, and from his tone alone, you would immediately know what he wanted.

his words would be dragged out ever so slightly, maybe even a bit breathless, with low grunts escaping between every few syllables. you could hear how he said your name, how it sounded so full of lust, and before long you would also notice the wet noises on the other end of the line, successfully coming to the conclusion that the purpose of your boyfriend’s call was so you could get him off, even if you weren’t with him

without hesitation, and with lust slowly starting to pool between your legs, you would ask what he was thinking about, and more shamelessly than ever — maybe because he wasn't facing you — nagi would tell you all the things he wanted to do to you, how he wanted to fuck you, in what positions, all of it. you could hear him start stroking his hard cock faster, the squelching sound of his hand dragging up and down his length loud, and that would only make you moan at the sight you could envision in your mind, of your boyfriend laying on his bed, legs spread apart wide while moaning your name. almost instinctively you would push your fingers into your underwear, feeling the way your slick soaked your folds before starting to toy with your clit slowly, eventually building up a quicker pace. the way nagi moaned, how he spoke and replied to everything you said made you get more and more immersed in the whole thing by the second, eventually almost forgetting you were talking through the phone instead of actually being side by side. your eyes would be close, completely focused on what you were doing, listening attentively to what nagi said, and eventually you would feel your high crash into you, your climax just as intense as when nagi actually fucked you, and subsequently, your moans and how they filled his ears would make him cum too, as he groaned your name and told you how good he was feeling, the eventual silence that came after you both finished being calming as you cooled down.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

[thevinsmokerlaw]

*sighs* to have a real life Nagi Seishiro would be nice rn😭

soft n pouty bf nagi <3

"you forgot something," nagi mumbles from behind you.

"what?" you ask him as he wraps his arms around your waist from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder. he had stopped you at the door a second before you were about to leave, telling you that you had forgotten something. "what is it?"

he holds out a book in front of your face, "book."

"oh shit," you quickly stuff it in your bag, escaping from his lingering touch. "thanks sei."

"you forgot something else too."

his drowsy voice makes you stop again and let go of the doorknob, groaning. "what now?"

"kiss."

"bro." you deadpan, turning around to face him and his little unconscious pout. you quickly press your lips to his, "okay?"

"that wasn't meaningful," he narrows his eyes at you, looking sleepy even though he'd been awake for an hour already. his hair was all messed up, more than it usually was, sticking out in all ends and looking all soft and fluffy, just like him.

"sei," you groan again and kiss him once more, making it last longer than the previous one. "happy?"

"no," he lightly huffs, his hand reaching out and grabbing yours with a more defined pout.

you narrow your eyes at him the way he did at you earlier. "why?"

"’don't want you to leave," he said softly, pulling you to him with your hand and wrapping his arms around you once again.

"but i have to go, sei," you tell him, lifting your hand to stroke his hair.

"why?" you could literally picture him stomping his feet like a child. "return the book tomorrow?" he suggests.

"the due date's today," your hand is still stroking his hair and he leans into your touch, face relaxing and eyes closing.

when he speaks again it's almost in a whisper, "just for a little while?"

you think about it. if you stayed for even just five more minutes, you'd be smothered with affection and attention, pulled onto the couch for cuddles, probably get so caught up in the moment that you'd forget you had to leave in the first place.

or, you could leave right now and come home to a poutier and more affection-seeking, drunk on not having your love seishiro.

"...?" even his silence looks like he's asking you a question.

"what?" you reluctantly ask.

"don't go," he says, voice drowsy and as soft as could be. "just for a little. ’swear." a pause before he adds, "please."

your heart almost shatters at how broken he sounded, and you let him know your answer by wrapping your arms around him in a hug. "okay. but only for a little."

he eagerly nods, tugging you to the couch and sitting down before pulling you on top of him, hugging you close to his chest. you could hear his steady heartbeat as he looked down at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

"so," you start, maintaining eye contact. "what's wrong?"

his long legs tangle with yours and he seems to hesitate before he answers, voice as gentle as it was before. "just missed you."

"hm?" you brush a few locks of his hair away from his forehead and look down at him. "we were together the whole day yesterday."

"i know," he replies, hand on your back and thumb tracing random shapes that you could feel through your shirt.

a circle.. a six... an eight.. a square...

nagi lets out a soft and content exhale. "i like it when it's like this." his eyes sparkle a little and his lips curl up in a small smile. "when it's just the two of us."

you snuggle closer to him, letting him lean his forehead on your shoulder as he hugged you tighter. "me too, sei."

unsurprisingly, you fall asleep, wrapped up in nagi's arms and warm and comfortable hoodie.

only for a little while my ass, you thought when you woke up again.

he's setting a mug containing your favorite drink down on the coffee table in front of you.

your eyes immediately wander to the window and you sigh, it was dark outside.

the library was closed now.

"here," your boyfriend hands you a book, sitting down next to you and cuddling up to you.

your eyebrows furrow, it was a book in your reading list.

"i went and returned the book for you," nagi says. "and got that."

you brighten up with a grin, "thanks, sei." your hand moves up to pat his head a few times and he pouted when you put your hand down.

there's no words exchanged as he curls up to you, and you wonder how someone could be as cute as he was in this moment; hair messed up more than ever, eyes sleepy and half closed again, drowning in an oversized hoodie and lips forming a tiny 'o' shape because of.... well, you had no idea.

you bring your free hand up to his cheek and smile. his hand comes up to hold yours as he nuzzles into your palm, eyes affectionate and loving, pout no longer visible on his face.

"i love you," he mumbles, leaning down and slowly kissing the corner of your lips. "a lot."

you gently smile, "i love you too."

nagi pokes the book in your hand, "read to me?"

"always."

[etoiile]

in which you're sure that your boyfriend was a cat in his past life.

"huh? a cat?" nagi's drowsy voice questions. "'m not a cat. 'm a human."

"no, no." you replied. "in your past life. you were a cat in your past life, not now."

"d'know what you're talking 'bout." nagi yawned and stretched before snuggling into your waist further. "'m me 'nd that's that."

you gently massaged his scalp and he let out a low, relaxed rumble sort of sound.

"see?" you pointed out. "this is catlike behavior!"

nagi grumbled. "what are you talking about? 'm so confused."

"well," you started, "you're lazy, like a cat. and clingy, like a cat. and you practically purr when i scratch your head, like a cat."

"you cant tell me that that isn't highly catlike." you argued playfully.

nagi shifted around in your lap to be more comfortable. "a cat, huh?" he pondered aloud. "well," he gave you a boyish grin that made your knees a little weak. "if i was a cat in my past life, and a human in this one, then no matter what i am next, i hope i can spend the next 7 with you."

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[lou-struck]

Unpacking the Cozy

Seishiro Nagi x reader

Flufftober Day 10

WC: 1.2k 

~You and Nagi have planned a cozy night of watching game footage, so it’s the perfect time to bring out your fall blanket collection.

It’s Time…

You throw open the door to your linen closet with vigor and let your gaze drag from the rows and rows of folded towels and extra toiletries upwards to what many may consider to be heaven. 

Stacks on stacks of warm-toned blankets look down at you, their fluffy bodies pressed against the thin layer of see-through plastic from their bins. You look up at them with a welcome smile on your face; it’s finally time to bring out your fall blanket collection.

You and your boyfriend, Seishiro Nagi, have some pretty serious plans later involving takeout and watching game footage, so tonight is the perfect time to cozy up in your collection. 

The light gray foldable step ladder is quickly unfolded and set up so you can reach that top shelf and start tossing them over every plush surface in your home. 

The even larger bins of winter-themed blankets stare back at you longingly, but it’s not quite time for that yet. 

It’s Fall’s time to shine…

You unfold and unpack blankets covered in leaves and pumpkins, ghosts, and ghouls. They seem to smile at you as you drape them over the previously plain-looking L-shaped sofa. Your hand runs over the different fabrics absentmindedly. Each blanket’s unique fluffiness calls to you with a desire to wrap around you two lovebirds and keep you cozy on this blustery day. 

By the time the task is finished, the living room looks more like a nest. And you haul the much lighter, now empty plastic bins back to the closet where they belong. 

Knock, knock, knock. 

An abrupt knocking sound from your front door causes you to pause your task momentarily. 

‘I’m coming.” you call, sliding the last bin back on its shelf. You leap off of the stool quickly, and you nearly slip your way across the hardwood flooring in your flannel-printed socks. 

Your oversized fall-themed wreath covers most of your peephole, but you are able to make out a familiar-looking tuft of white hair between the leaves and plastic pumpkins. Excitement rushes through your body as you practically throw open the front door to a familiar sight. 

Seishiro looks utterly exhausted as he clings to his best friend and fellow teammate Reo’s back. His gray eyes blink up at you, and even through the tired haze, you can clearly see affection in his gaze. 

He reaches a long arm out towards you, making a weak little grabby hand for you to take; your heart flutters as you do so, taking his larger and kinda, clammy hand in your own, “Hi,” he mumbles, lifting his head in greeting before plopping it back down on Reo’s back. 

The purple-haired man greets you with a carefree smile. “Hey, Y/n, what’s going on?”

You can’t help but smile as you open the door wider to let the two men inside. “I’m doing good, but you guys look exhausted; what happened at training today.”

“Fitness testing.” Nagi groans. “It’s such a pain.”

“Says the guy who scored in the top three in every category.” Reo huffs, biting the inside of his cheek. “So, where should I drop him?”

“Just plop him on the floor,” you tease, knowing that if your boyfriend were to hit the couch right now, he would be out like a light and would not shower at all before your cozy night in.”

Reo obliges, plopping Nagi carefully down on the carpet. “Off you go, Nagi, I gotta get going.”

“Thanks for bringing him in,” you say as the center-back looks down at his ridiculously expensive wristwatch. 

“Yeah, no problem.” He says, “I gotta run, but I’ll see you guys later.” rushing out the door without giving you a chance to say goodbye; the door closes softly behind him

Nagi, still on the floor, looks up at you, not bothering to hide the jealous twinkle in his stormy gaze. “It’s getting cold in here. I feel like we are gonna freeze to death.” 

“Of come on, it’s not that co-” you are cut off by a strong gust of wind that blows the front door open. Chilly fall air spills into your once cozy living space and sends many a shiver down your spine. 

“This is it,” Nagi mumbles, too lazy to move. “This is where I die.”

“Aren’t you the dramatic one,” you laugh, rushing over to the doorway. Pushing on the heavy wood against the wind to shut it. It fights against you, and the freezing wind bites at you in a vicious attack. 

From the floor, you hear the white-haired man call up at you amusedly, “You’re doing great.” His teasing gives you the strength you need to shut the damn door all the way. With a grunt and a sigh that rivals Seishiro’s overdramatics from earlier, you push forward until the door slams shut in your direction. 

“Th- Thanks for the help.” you pant, locking the deadbolt and glaring daggers at your lovingly lazy soccer star.

“I was going to,” his cheeks puff up in a pout. “But you looked like you had it covered.”

You roll your eyes and go to ruffle his slightly wind-tangled hair. “Whatever, just go shower so we can watch the game.”

“Oh come on, I’m not even that sweaty,” he pleads, and frustratingly enough, he’s right. It’s not fair how the Pro-Footballer can finish a grueling two-hour training session without breaking a sweat.  

But you persist, “Go shower. I just brought out all the fall blankets, and I refuse to have them smell like your smelly cleats and grass.

“We practiced on turf,” he mumbles. 

“Seishiro…”

“Fine, I’m going, I’m going.” he sighs, reaching a hand out for you to help him up. You do so, lifting his practically dead weight off of the floor with a lovesick smile. On his feet, he leans against you with a happy smile on his face. “I missed you today.”

His weight is comfortable against you, and you hug him back. “Me too

~

You are completely smothered in your blanket collection as Nagi comes back into the living room. His cheeks are rosy from the hot water, and the ends of his hair look a bit damp, but at least he is out of those damn soccer clothes. 

“Looks comfy,” he sighs before not-so-gracefully flopping on top of you. The cool, minty scent of his body wash invades your senses as he snuggles closer to you, the source of warmth. 

The attack of cuddles paired with the mass of blankets around you makes you realize just how tired you are, and your eyes go wide in panic. “Wait, maybe we shouldn’t get so comfy; we still have a game to watch, don’t we?” you say the last part weakly, your mind already giving into Nagi’s embrace as the veil of sleep seems to cover you. 

He cups your face and looks at you with lidded eyes, “Let’s watch a movie instead,” he murmurs, picking up your little black remote. “We both know we won’t be watching the game.”

His logic is sound enough for your sleepy brain, and you let your eyes close for just a second. Darkness surrounds you, and you feel the rumbling of your Love's chest as you slump against him. The last thing you feel before sleep takes you is the gentle press of his lips against your forehead.

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

[thevinsmokerlaw]

x : BETWEEN LOVE AND LIES :*+ﾟ

in which: you thought nagi was dating you for media reputation... so why does this relationship feel suspiciously real?

warnings: 11.9k words, pro-soccer player!nagi x physiotherapist!gn!reader, reader has hair, lots of food, not at all a realistic story but that's okay pls don't come for me, SLOOWWWWBURN, fake-dating au, reader is oblivious :<

a/n: goodness. if this flops i will cry bc i spent way too long this for it to be healthy for me. enjoy !

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nagi approaches you the day after his name goes viral.

you weren’t doing anything spectacular, merely putting away all the kits and equipment you’d used for the day when the white-haired soccer player approaches you, his hands in his pockets, strolling over to you as he would on any occasion. 

your heart races- as it does whenever he’s around, regardless of said occasion, but what tumbles out of his mouth next was worthy of ceasing your heart rate all together.

“wanna date?”

you’re speechless. malfunctioning as you register what he’s saying. the sheer casualness of it all is alarming and you have to snap yourself back into your physical environment before your mind loses to a universe of questions and doubts.

out of all people who have asked you to date, nagi was definitely the most unique. was he okay in the head? did he come for a check up? did he get one of rin’s kicks to the head? or was he just straight up delusional?

“uhh, why?” you ask, cursing yourself a little for how disgusted you sounded.

fortunately for you, your ungracious tone didn’t phase him, not one bit. “isn’t that what two people do when they like each other?”

yeah, romantically. you don’t even think nagi likes you beyond simply platonic, whereas you have to try and shove your feelings for him down your throat every morning before walking in to the training grounds for blue lock’s official team.

you find yourself agreeing regardless, still a little overwhelmed by everything that was going on. 

the soccer player then has the audacity to give you two thumbs up in approval, a dumb smile plastering on that expression of his. this confuses you even more.

“okay cool, so what should we do now that we’re a couple?” he asks.

you glance away, unable to look him in the eye for too long without getting flustered. the various weights and foam rollers still scattered on the floor catches your attention, reminding you of your previous task before nagi came to stir up a storm. “well, i have to put these away amongst various things. you can sit on the couch if you want to pass time?”

“do you need any help?” he questions, already bobbing down to be eye-level with you, ignoring the second half of your statement.

“no it’s fine, thank you though.”

“are you sure?”

“yeah! i don’t want to bother you.”

“well if you do this all by yourself, it’ll take longer, and you take longer, it means i have to wait longer to spend time with you.”

when you turn around to say something, the words die on your throat when you realise just how close he’d come to you during the time you had your back towards him. a flash of hurt crosses his typically emotionless eyes when you instinctively recoil from him, his innocent stare dimishing just a little. 

“you know how much i hate waiting. it’s such a pain, so let me help out and you’ll get done faster, right?” his hands are already reaching for some of the foam rollers before you can stop him. with an affectionate sigh, you take it from him, placing it back in its original spot.

“fine,” you say with a smile. “if you insist then would you mind putting the ice packs in the fridge? isagi’s ankle was messing up earlier and chigiri came in for his knee again.”

the white-haired hums before obeying, his footsteps that shuffled along the floor telling you know that he is carrying out his duties that you’ve assigned for him. the way his tracksuit makes a noise every time he walks is distracting, but you can’t help but think how much nagi reminds you of a penguin. the adorableness of it all might just kill you.

if only the internet and ‘#nagi seishiro’ tags knew just how much of a teddy bear that 6’3, legendary prodigy, nagi seishiro was, and how you had to massage him almost everyday after training sessions otherwise he’d come to practise the next day with the resolve of a five year old.

being a junior physiotherapist for the blue lock team, you only took care of a few blue lock athletes as your clients since the team was divided between you and a senior physio. nagi wasn’t one of your assigned athletes, however when you first came to the job, he would come during almost closing times (when you had no one booked) and ask for a massage, even if he had his own physiotherapist to request that of. however, nagi seemed to always have some sore muscle because his demands for a massage became a daily recurrence.

you just hope whatever is wrong with him gets sorted out soon. 

sure athletes are meant to work hard and use their bodies in the field but physio massages were to assist with injuries by minimising the risk of them, fixing the alignment, or help extend any limited range of movement. 

whatever. now’s not the time to think too hard about it because you’re about to go on a date with nagi seishiro. 

after cleaning up your space so you could prepare to take care of more athletes tomorrow, nagi is sauntering over to you once more. this time, he drapes himself all over you, causing you to stumble a little from how heavy he is. you pray to whoever’s listening that he can’t feel or hear the way your heart races in your chest, threatening to climb up your throat and jump into his hands. 

“tired, nagi?” you question, words muffled against his shoulder as you bring your hands to soothingly pat his back. 

“yeah,” whines the white-haired. the smile that creeps onto your face is one full of adoration for the man slung over you. “let me take you out.”

“where to?”

“a night market? it’ll be fun.” 

“sure.” 

at your confirmation, he separates from you with an excited glimmer in his eyes, 

after grabbing your bags and setting out, you’re violently flooded by dozens of paparazzi and interviewers who are click their cameras in hopes of catching blue lock’s soccer player who has taken the world by storm. it’s a little overwhelming, but when nagi covers you from the reporters with his arm which had his tracksuit jacket draped over it, you’re thankful for his thoughtfulness, especially when you’re relying on his grip around your waist to pull you in the right direction.

the crowd is shouting a flurry of things, nothing that you can make out amongst the mess of your mind, your heart, and your ears.

it’s not until you decipher someone shouting something about dating rumours with a japanese pop singer, that you piece together his intentions; a loud wakeup call to the reality of your ‘situation’ with nagi. 

the possibility that nagi was using this ‘relationship’ for media coverage and acknowledgement was very likely, especially with his recent growth in popularity and social media following- it would be understandable if he wanted to prolong his moment in the spotlight by entering beneficial relationships. 

except typically, celebrities would do it with other celebrities.

so what’s the appeal behind using you? 

a funny feeling brews in your gut, one that clawed at your chest with a series of disappointment, anxiety, and dismay. it was unbelievable that someone as hot, both literally and figuratively, as nagi would be interested in you; a junior physiotherapist fresh out of university, but you had hoped. his abruptness today and the whole ‘we should date’ ordeal was to dispel the media from his back, not bred from any genuine feelings.

if this was the only chance you got to stand beside nagi and have him hold you like this, so protectively against him, then you were going to take it until fate deemed it over and pulled you away from him itself.

you were young and simply put, nagi could provide the companionship you were looking for.

fortunately, the press left him alone at the parking lot where security guards were standing, two in the booth and one purchased near the gate. you give them a shy greeting and they return it with a bow.

“sorry about that,” nagi mutters, not looking at you even when you turn your head to stare up at him. “i wasn’t expecting paparazzi to be right outside, they’re such a pain.”

“it’s okay, if anything i owe you a thank you for covering me from them,” you huff, stuffing your hands into your pockets, mind still a little frazzled over the memory of how protective nagi was over you. “stuff like this happens when you’re famous, mr soccer hotshot.”

he rubs his neck, looking to the side as his next words tumble out of his mouth: “does that impress you?”

“why wouldn’t it?” 

you try not to think too hard about the blush that manifests on his face, pinning it on the colder weather and frostbite rather than your words. 

“so… where’s this night market? i didn’t know tokyo had many night markets.”

“just in shibuya.”

“won’t it be busy?”

“yeah,” he shrugs before adding as an afterthought: “does that bother you?”

“no not at all, i just thought you hated big crowds and busy places.”

“‘s won’t be so bad with you there.”

for someone who prefers to keep quiet majority of the time, nagi sure does have a silver tongue. this is probably the third time in the past half an hour that he’s made your stomach flip, and you can’t help but question his intentions. if he was trying to make you actually fall for him to make your relationship look more legitimate then he’d be disappointed to know that you already had, way before he approached you today. 

he agrees to drive the way since one: it was easier and two: you could avoid the paparazzi that way. 

upon arrival, you’re glad to see that there aren’t too many people in the crowd. since it was a weekday, students would be participating in extra curriculars and businessmen would be only just finishing work. the majority of the people here were older with a few couples here and there.

“oh, they have lemon tea,” nagi mutters, grabbing your hand before unceremoniously dragging you to the stand. his excitement was endearing, especially when all 6’3 of him approaches the lemon tea stand, needing to bend down in order to be seen by the elderly stand owner. a flash of surprise crosses the maker’s face as he makes eye contact with the white-haired.

“two lemon teas please,” requests the soccer player, using his hands to gesture ‘two’ as he fishes out the appropriate amount of money.

“hey, you’re that soccer player, nagi! you scored an awesome goal the other day. mind if i get a picture?” the owner’s gruff voice requests, a cheery smile making its way onto his face.

“oh. sure.”

you take the picture for them, counting down ‘3, 2, 1’ as nagi gives the camera a peace sign and the owner has a wide, bright smile on his face; so bright that you couldn’t help grinning as well. “i’m putting this on my store front. now you want two lemon teas?”

“coming right up!” 

“did you just buy me a lemon tea without asking?” you question, a smile appearing on your features as you glance up at your companion.

he meets your eyes, “yeah, ‘s there something wrong with that?” 

“no, not at all. i wouldn’t mind some lemon tea right now. i’ll pay you back.”

“don’t worry about that,” nagi cuts you off before you can even reach for your wallet. “everything’s on me.”

“but-”

“-it’s on me.”

the stand owner is handing over two iced cups of lemon before you can continue bickering and nagi hands one over to you with a wordless expression and you’re compelled to take it, though reluctantly.

“are you two a couple?” the owner asks.

nagi nods, “yeah, we are.”

“ah! no wonder. you two look amazing together, you bagged a real gem,” he says to nagi, pointing at you. you laugh it off, flattered.

“i know i did. thanks for the tea, sir.”

“thank you!” you call out to the owner before being dragged away by nagi again, careful not to spill your drink from how much vigour was in his steps. for his one stride, you had to take two. 

after going from store to store and blindly following nagi who led the way with his stomach, you’re eventually brought to a less busy, picnic-like area where there were various benches for you to sit on. it was away from the busyness of the main street, but still had lanterns hung around the premise, combating the darkness of the early sunset during colder months.

you take a seat beside him whilst he sets down the variety of food he bought from the merchants, not trying to think too much about the way nagi presses himself closely against you. 

“oh, one of my games had a character drop an hour ago,” he absentmindedly comments, opening his phone for the first time since being with you. you catch a glimpse of his dim phone screen, seeing the notification banner from the game he was referring to.

“that’s cool,” you mutter, unsure of what else to say as you take a bite into the red bean taiyaki.

“yeah, he’s a cracked character. been wanting him forever.”

“are you gonna pull? i wanna see him.”

“really?” 

when you give him the nod of affirmation, nagi opens the game whilst you continue eating, gentle anticipation hanging in the air as well as a comfortable silence. it doesn’t take long before he’s purchasing special event tokens, going to the special character screen and pressing the ‘draw x10’ option. you peer over his shoulder, trying to resist the urge to rest your chin on it.

you’re snapped out of your reverie when nagi emits a small gasp. “no way.”  

“what?” you ask, watching the way his screen lights up in gold which signalled a successful draw. he looks up at you, eyes wide and mouth partially parted. “did you get him?”

“yeah, on the first go,” he says in wonder, a dazed look in his eyes. “that’s never happened before.”

“no way! you’re so lucky!”

nagi’s face erupts into a small smile, and you’re caught off guard all of a sudden when his hands snake around your waist, pulling you up to sit on his lap. the new proximity and abruptness of it all causes your mind to stop for a second, shutting off as nagi peers up at you with stars in his eyes. you want to hide, but his grip around you is too tight, pulling you in to him.

this feels criminal. 

“nah, i just think you’re my lucky charm.”

a quiet squeak of ‘is that so?’ is all you can reply with before looking away, trying to distract your rampant thoughts, hoping that the cool breeze will calm the heat creeping up to your face. “so,” you begin, trying to recover yourself from embarrassment. “can i see your characters? all of them?”

“all of them?” nagi repeats and you miss the small look of bliss on his expression.

“yeah.”

“i showed them to you the other week.”

“okay, well show me this new character then.”

“as you wish.” 

he talks you through the characters and their tutorials, showing you their special combos and ultimate moves, all whilst you have to feed him the variety of foods he bought whilst dragging you around like a dog and its owner. as he munches on the takoyaki, kebabs, and sweet potato, you realise just how bottomless nagi’s stomach was and the way he hums in satisfaction after each bite was very adorable.

the night fades into a nice memory of laughter, emptied food boxes, and easy conversation. somehow nagi has manoeuvred himself so that his head was now in your lap, snowy hair spread so invitingly as you resist the urge to run your hands through it, wanting to respect any boundaries of his. 

every so often you have to remind yourself that this wasn’t real. 

reality hits you once more the following morning when you check social media just to see ‘#nagi seishiro’ trending all over again, all talking about the paparazzi photos that were taken yesterday. taking a glimpse for yourself, you hate the way your gut sinks, especially as articles with the title ‘nagi seishiro with a new lover?’ shine in your face.

it only solidifies your speculations about this (fake?) relationship, and despite coming to accept it, growing resentment poisons your system, rendering you incapable and bitter as you let your breakfast grow cold. 

at least nagi correctly covered you with his jacket, your face is completely obstructed, only your body is revealed. you thank your lucky stars that you decided to not wear your ‘blue lock’ staff clothes that morning and just opted for your own athletic wear, that way your identity could be hidden at least just a little.

a message from reo captures your attention and you click on it immediately. 

reo: is that you with nagi? 

you: yeah! 

reo: about fucking time. got sick of you two never doing anything. 

you: haha 😐thanks reo 😐

reo: did he take you to the night market last night?

you: yeah! it was fun :)

reo: that’s good, nagi’s been waiting forever.

reo: don’t break his heart 

you scoff at the irony of reo’s last text, typing something noncommittal before throwing your phone else where. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the whole team practically knows about you and nagi when you return to work the following monday and the second you enter the building, you’re swarmed by the friendly faces of bachira, isagi, and chigiri, who are seemingly holding a tired nagi hostage. quite an amusing sight. three people, who are roughly a head shorter than the white-haired, restraining a lethargic 6’3 athlete with their bodies. 

“are you really dating nagi?” isagi begins before you could even fit in a ‘hello’.

“uh… yeah?” you sound unsure; because you are. a fake relationship is still a relationship, it’s just that one party is more infatuated with the other.

“damn. i didn’t think it was real,” mutters chigiri. “are you sure? he’s not like… paying you to do this, right? you like like him?”

“yes?” you exclaim, a little overwhelmed. “i’m not getting any monetary returns even though i wish i did.” nagi narrows his eyes at you, you poke out your tongue. “please, no more questions, it’s way too early for this.”

“you don’t know how long we’ve been waiting for nagi to ask you out, y/n. even we placed money on him,” reveals isagi but before you could say anything in response, bachira cuts in, practically skipping up to the white-haired.

“finally grew some balls and asked, good job bro!” bachira sings, patting nagi on the back with a violet slap before disappearing.

“see you at practice, nagi!” 

the three athletes disappear and you finally exhale after holding in a breath for what felt like ages. what an animated way to start the day.

you hold your breath again when nagi approaches to stop in front of you, a singular coffee cup in his hand; one that he holds out to you.

“good morning, nagi,” you greet.

“hey, i got you coffee.” instinctively, you take the cup from him, immediately warmed up by the heat emanating from it. “i hope it’s still warm. i’ve been waiting for you for a while.”

“you were waiting for me?” 

“yeah. wanted to see you before going to training. makes my day less of a bother.”

you smile into your cup, trying to hide the effect that nagi has on you. you were so stupid for him it was insane.

“i’m sorry for making you wait, the trains were a little delayed this morning,” you confess, “but thank you. you’re very thoughtful, nagi.”

his face contorts into an ugly expression, a display of his feelings that are quickly quelled by the feeling of your cold hand grabbing his warm ones. “you take public transport to work?”

“i don’t want to pay for parking and everything. it’s not all bad, i get lovely views and a wake up call every morning.” 

the white-haired athlete makes a face of contemplation briefly. “let me pick you up from now on.”

“no, it’s fine. i don’t want to be more of a hassle. i know how much you hate waking up to even just come to work so-”

“-i want to.”

your heart flutters at his insistence and all you can mutter out is a feeble ‘ok’ before slipping your hand out of his. you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to get used to the way nagi seishiro so effortlessly warms your insides; to the point that it becomes an unrecognisable pool of putty. 

after a moment, you regain your senses. “you should be going off to practise. don’t make ego mad before the day even starts.”

he groans, “won’t you come and watch? i’ll feel a little better if you’re there.”

“i have my own work to get to but i don’t have many checkups today so if i can, i will.”

“i suppose that’s good enough,” mutters nagi before pulling you in for a loose hug, arms wounding around your waist, breathing you in before stepping back, as if rejuvenated by your touch and presence alone. 

“work hard, nagi.”

you go your separate ways, him to the field and you to your office where various coworkers resided.

after a morning of answering emails, going to meetings and consulting the results from various body screenings, you finally have a chunk of time around 11:45 am to go and watch practice. as soon as you entered the training grounds, you’re a little stunned and impressed to see that they were all doing shooting drills, landing them perfectly with no effort, the harsh sound of shoe slapping against leather ringing throughout the area.

nagi notices you almost immediately, his eyes lighting up a little when you shoot him a small wave before wandering into the bleachers, taking a seat in a second row. 

you continue watching, straightening up in your seat whenever it’s nagi’s turn, waiting to watch the genius at work. the results are no less than impressive every time but you have to pretend like you weren’t at all marvelling at him whenever he turns around and looks at you expectantly.

15 minutes later, ego calls for an hour lunch break, allowing the players to break off to do whatever their heart desires. the first thing nagi does is walk over to where you sit in the stands, leaning over the first row of chairs to reach you.

“why hello there, soccer sensation,” you greet and he gives you a lazy smile.

“hi.”

“you going to go for lunch?”

“yeah. have you had something to eat yet or do you wanna grab a bite together?”

“i brought cup noodles but i don’t mind. don’t you want to go with your friends?” 

“you’re better.”

“please shut up, that’s so cringe,” you murmur with an undeniable grin, one that causes his gaze to soften as well. “let’s get lunch together then.”

“let me get dressed,” the athlete says, about to run off when you abruptly stop him, causing him to turn around suddenly, his hair whipping around with his actions. “what’s up?”

beckoning him over, he returns to where he stood before and you take out a hair tie, one that you store in your pockets all the time just in case. “does your hair not bother you when you practise?” you silently ask for permission, hand merely hovering near his head until you realise that he was okay with the contact. “it’s getting all in your face, even i was annoyed when watching you.” 

gently, you run your hands through his hair and despite the sweat on his forehead, it’s still soft and fluffy. goodness you could play with it forever.

then, you gather nagi’s front bangs, bringing them together to resemble a unicorn horn, tying it with your hairband. when you part from your work, you’re pleasantly surprised that it holds but you suppress a giggle because of how ridiculous he looks, paired with that dazed look in his eyes, you never thought you’d see nagi like this.

when you reach to tug your hairband out of his hair, he waves you off, taking the updo out himself.

“can i keep the hairband?” he pleads and you quirk an eyebrow.

“it’s just a hairband,” you say.

“so you won’t miss it right?”

“no, i won’t-”

“-okay, epic,” he mumbles before putting the hair tie around his wrist and a part of you swells with pride at the sight; a feeling that you try to shove down with little success. “can i get changed now?”

“yes, go.”

whilst you watch the white-haired disappear from your vision, you can’t help but wonder how you got yourself into this situation with such a weirdo. still, you adore said weirdo and this was no one’s fault but your own.

nagi wears the hair tie for the remainder of the day.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

roughly two months or so pass by and the days become a blur, especially since training is becoming more rigorous for the team due to the preparations for their spring soccer season. your schedule is piled day by day with athletes coming for their regular checkups and consultations, leaving you drained as soon as the work day is over.

nagi, your loving ‘partner’ notices this because he always likes to stick around after hours and bother you for a massage. he always insists that you do it because it’s like an immediate ‘full heal’ but you just think that he’s too lazy to book a professional masseuse and that you’re the next best thing.

whatever. at least he’s cute.

“i hardly see you nowadays,” he mutters, voice muffled by the leather bed of your workspace. 

you gather a little more lotion on your hands, spreading it along his calves before pressing your thumbs into his muscles, trying to identify where any tight spots might be. “i’m sorry, i don’t have much time nowadays. appointments with you guys go all the way til six, and i don’t get home until 6:30. then i’m practically out like a light.”

he hums in torment and in consideration, tensing his shoulders a little as a natural response to the pain in his legs. “well, tomorrow’s a saturday. can i take you out?”

“i don’t know, some athletes may sporadically come and bother me to get a massage so i’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

“be serious.”

“i am free tomorrow.”

“sick. keep it that way.”

“even if athletes bother me for a much-needed massage in order to perform at their best?”

he huffs something in response before flopping his face back down on the leather bed, the (seemingly invincible) knots in his calves taking too much of your attention for you to think too hard about tomorrow’s date with nagi. 

he’s still wearing your hair tie around his wrist. 

true to his word, nagi picks you up the next day at 3pm for your date since he insisted that was the earliest he would be ready by (meaning, it’s the earliest he can wake up). when you meet him, you’re a little stunned by the amount of disguises he’s wearing. sunglasses, beanie, and a face mask, you’re not sure whether he’s going to attract more attention or blend in.

also, when you’re 6’3 it’s hard to avoid eyes.

“hey, i’m supposed to meet someone called nagi, he’s got white hair, grey eyes, 190 cm, have you seen him?” you ask as soon as you approach the soccer player. he sighs through his mask when you erupt into a fit of laughter. “i’m just kidding.”

nagi brings down his mask to sit below his chin. “your boyfriend is right here,” he corrects, voice demanding and authoritative, sending shivers down your spine. 

“so he is,” you mumble, stepping closer to engulf him in a hug. he wraps his arms around you in return and you contentedly sigh when he pulls you into the comfortable, expensive material of his hoodie. “what’s with the disguise?”

“i don’t want anyone to ruin our day out so i’m wearing this.”

“ever so thoughtful aren’t you?” 

when you take a step back, nagi’s careful to not let you stray too far which is indicated through the protective arm he keeps around your shoulders. 

“should we get going?”

“yeah.”

the white-haired laces your hands with his, his grip gentle yet committed to keeping you near him as you stroll down the warming streets of tokyo.

“it’s finally spring,” nagi comments offhandedly, causing you shift your gaze towards him. you’re surprised that he was initiating conversation, majority of the time it was you doing the rambling and him partaking in the listening. “the cold weather was getting bothersome. hated going to practise all freezing, makes warmup so hard.”

“i like the cold weather,” you say. “it’s easier to dress for winter than it is for summer.”

“that is true.”

“do you like spring?”

“yeah, ‘s my favourite season.”

you didn’t think someone like nagi would bother too much with having a favourite season. “why’s that?”

“it’s a good season for napping and staying inside. i like that i don’t have to do much nor think about much.” 

such a nagi response. you admire how stubborn he sticks to his ideals and general philosophy, it’s a comforting quality and aspect to have. 

“plus it’s your birthday season,” you add. 

he looks at you with a gentle smile before repeating: “it’s my birthday season.”  

nagi takes you to a park where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, its petals decorating the scenery and ground, creating a dainty, lovely carpet of pink and beauty. however, the main attraction of the date isn’t the scenery of the park but rather, the lake where several pedal boats float on the water; some occupied, some vacant.

the soccer player shows the attendant his purchased tickets, getting them scanned before you’re led to get on one of the boats. 

“so… are you liking the date?” nagi asks when you’re out far enough from the dock so that no one can hear you. here, he takes off his mask, tucking it into his pocket.

“i am, i’ve been wanting to ride one of these boats for a long time but i’ve just never found the time,” you confess. “i’m glad that it’s with you. thanks, nagi.” 

he looks away, an obvious pink tint appearing on his cheeks as he rubs his neck in embarrassment. “it’s okay, i s’pose.”

“you’re so cute,” you say whilst raising one hand to drag through his hair.

“stop,” he whines but not brushing you off or pulling away, instead, he leans into your touch.

a few minutes of silence pass by before nagi speaks up again, retreating back into his personal space as he fishes for something in his hoodie pocket. he pulls out a long velvet box, handing it over for you to take which you do with a little hesitation.

“i wanted to give you something to mark two months,” he tells you and you feel your heart drop.

“wait what? two months? i didn’t know we were celebrating that!” (because you spend too much time fretting over the day he’d tell you that he wants to break up, not needing this fake relationship anymore.) “i didn’t get you anything, i feel terrible now-”

“-it’s not a big deal, i just wanted to give you something.”

“nagi i can’t accept this, this is too good-”

“-i insist.”

“but i don’t have anything for you-”

in the blink of an eye his hands are clasped tightly around yours, his face incredibly close to yours that you’re stupefied into silence. “i. insist.”

you stare at him for another three seconds before relenting, opening the velvet box with the utmost care in fear that you might drop it in the water; a horrifying thought. 

a gasp of delight slips out of your mouth when you see an emerald necklace beaming brightly in your face. it’s in the shape of a pendant, encrusted around a halo plate with gold surrounding it, and from the looks of it, it couldn’t have been cheap.

looking back up at him to express the disbelief you feel, you’re silenced by the gentle look in his eyes, one that shines with adoration and devotion.

“it’s beautiful,” you whisper, unable to talk much louder in fear that it’ll cause the emerald to shatter in your hand. “you shouldn’t have.”

“i wanted to because i really like you. stop worrying.”

you exhale deeply, a little flustered and caught off guard by how candid he was. this feels suspiciously real.

“where did you learn to be so romantic?” you quiz, using humour to narrow how awkward you felt. 

“shoujos,” he answers shamelessly.

“ah.” makes sense as to why he makes you feel like you’re in one. “can you help me put the necklace on?”

the white-haired shines with glee, features brightening for a second. “y-yeah, of course.”

“thank you.” 

when he grasps the jewellery in his hold you turn around to expose the back of your neck to him, practically holding your breath when you feel his warm fingers brush against your skin, his touch barely there yet still prominent enough to blaze trials of fire where he caresses. 

“how do i look?” you ask, turning back around.

“beautiful,” he says, no louder than a whisper.

eventually the boat ride comes to an end and you return back to the dock. a lingering feeling of bliss and giddiness resonates in your chest, evident in the undeniable grin plastered on your face whilst you walk through the park; this time with a pretty gemstone adorning your neck. 

“nagi, look!” you exclaim, gesturing over to a company-branded photo booth that had set itself up in the middle of the park. there were various people lining up for one and judging by the pleased squeals from groups of students, it would be a nice memory to keep for today. “should we take one?”

“sure,” he shrugs, letting you drag him to hop in the queue which was going much faster than you anticipated. 

when it’s your turn, there’s hardly any time to discuss poses when the cameraman clicks the countdown button so unexpectedly. you reflexively hug nagi whilst smiling and he just gives a simple peace sign. he then stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you to place his head atop yours. finally, he bends down to kiss your cheek, rendering you completely mentally inable as you default a pose, not entirely too sure which one whilst you wait for the countdown and the camera flash. 

“you guys are so cute!” the photographer exclaims, handing your photobooth strips already. even then you hadn’t regained your senses, relying on nagi to guide you with his hand on the small of your back. 

glancing down at the photo strip, you’re stunned into speechlessness at the last photo. you can still remember the feeling of his lips on your cheek, specks of his warmth lingering on your skin whilst you continue trying to register what just happened.

you might explode or something. 

“cute,” nagi mumbles whilst putting the photo strip into his wallet, pulling you in by the waist to stand closer to him, whispering in your ear. “i still have one place i want to take you.” 

“do you?” you squeak, earning you a nod as he leads you through the park, coming to a stop when you enter a somewhat secluded section that had a sign labelled ‘private picnic rooms’ with various price ranges according to the number of people.

once again, he claims to have a reservation and you’re led by an attendant towards a specific area that had a table scattered with plates of snacks and various decorations. the vibe of the room was incredible with tatami mats, a floor to ceiling glass window that outlook the cherry blossoms, and if you tried hard enough, you could hear a stream running. 

“you… really outdid yourself,” you murmur, wandering over to one side of the table, expecting him to sit on the other. instead, he takes the spot right beside you.

you’re not too sure if this layout is how the establishment intended it to be but it is now.

“so you like it?” 

“i do. i love everything you’ve done today, you’re too good for me.”

“not true,” he grumbles, too quiet for you to address it further but loud enough for you to hear.

your relationship doesn’t make any sense to you. why is nagi trying so hard to impress you when this relationship was just for beneficial gain? what does he get from booking a pedal boat ride, buying you a (clearly expensive) emerald necklace, then taking you to have a private picnic? 

picking up a piece of halved mochi with the provided fork, you give the first bite to nagi who is more than happy to oblige, chewing on it with a satisfied expression. 

he’s so cute, you could pinch him.

your eyes then flit over to the decorations on the table, reaching over to the branch of cherry blossoms in a vase before you could think, ripping off one of the sticks with the bloomed flower and putting it in nagi’s hair and behind his ears. his adorableness just tripled.

“aww you look really cute with pink!”

“ya think so?” 

“yeah! you’re so pretty nagi,” you reach over to fiddle with the flower, not registering how close you’d gotten to him until you feel his breath fan across your face.

then you comprehend it, frozen in place for a second as you study nagi’s beauty from an angle you hadn’t before. how his snowy hair fanned perfectly over his forehead, the way the light bounced in the reflection of his eyes, and the imperfections that littered across his skin all contributed towards making the pretty being that was nagi seishiro. 

he leans in. you freak out, instinctively turning your head.

your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel nagi’s lips brush against the corners of your mouth, lingering there for a moment before parting and the look of hurt that flashes across his face hurts your soul. 

did you do the right thing? you thought you did- you know nagi isn’t into you the way you are into him. this relationship was made for media attraction, for him to gain more seconds of fame, so why does he keep acting like you two are real? why does he keep protecting your identity from the internet, why did he wear a disguise when meeting you when he would have wanted to boast that he was taken, why does he want to kiss you?

why does he look so hurt when he didn’t?

this was all so confusing.

tension lingers in the air for the rest of the date. you try to compensate for it by being a little more affectionate, giving in to your desires of openly loving him for the day. nagi’s satisfied.

you don’t notice how the cherry blossom fell from his ear.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

you won’t find answers to your questions for a long time. in fact, the amount of questions you had quadrupled one night when you had spent the day at nagi’s apartment after work one day to watch a tv show that was on his ‘to-watch’ list.

“stay the night?” asks nagi, resting his head on your shoulder to give you his best puppy-dog eyes. you will yourself to not look at him by keeping your gaze firm on the television screen. 

“oh this episode sounds good. maybe we can watch this then i’ll get going,” you mutter whilst fiddling with the remote, dutifully ignoring his pleads and the way he tugs at you; something that does not resonate well with him. 

“oi. don’t ignore me.”

with a rough exhale, you finally turn towards him. “i can’t.”

“why not? we don’t have work tomorrow.” 

“i know but i just feel bad to bother you and take up your space.”

“you’re not botherin’ me. there’s so much space here, it feels empty without you.”

“nagi-”

“-won’t you call me seishiro? or something more romantic?”

the relationship shifts with his very words and you feel the genuine desperation that bleeds from nagi through his tone. when you look him in the eye, part of you shines with hope that maybe your relationship was real and not bred for media benefit.

in this moment of weakness, you let the top of your walls crumble.

“okay, seishiro.”

he beams. a smile so pure that you shatter like glass in his hands. “yay.”

you then find yourself underneath him as he lays his entire body weight over you, pressing you into the comfortable cushions of his couch as his hands delicately run up and down your waist. paralysed with confusion at the amount of love he pours into his touch, you keep forgetting that the higher you climb, the harder the inevitable fall will be. 

“stay the night, please?”

how could you say no when he was asking so nicely? “okay, seishiro.”

“yay.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“hey seishiro, are you ready?” you ask, fiddling with your rings as you round the corner of your living room where your oversized boyfriend is lounging across the couch whilst you got ready (boyfriend still feels weird to say even if he has zero problems with addressing himself by that title).

“yeah. let’s go-” he grumbles, cutting himself off when he glances over at you, eyes widening. “-whoa.”

heat rushes to your cheeks whilst nagi continues to shamelessly marvel at you, slowly standing up to cross the distance between you, his hands naturally hovering to hold your hips when he’s close enough. his gaze lingers even longer on the emerald necklace that sits between your collarbones. “like what you see?”

he stays silent for a second, leaving you to anticipate his answer. “we don’t have to go to isagi’s,” he mumbles. “how do we feel about staying in?” 

“don’t. your best friend is hosting this party, can’t you at least show up for him?” 

the white-haired sulks. “but you look so good. why should i celebrate that shortie instead of you?”

you push his face away, jokingly fed up with your boyfriend’s lazy attitude. “isagi is also my friend and i want to celebrate with him, just for an hour or two and then we can leave. deal?” 

“fine.”

twenty minutes later, you arrive at isagi’s place where a good amount of his closest friends had gathered, showing up far earlier than you and nagi did. 

truthfully, you were looking forward to isagi’s party since he was not throwing a massive rave where everyone was invited- those always ended up to be more unfortunate than fun in your opinion, and that wouldn’t exactly cater to his shy and sensible character. tonight was a gathering for his friends to hangout and celebrate. some you recognise from the team, some of them must be from high school or elsewhere.

bachira’s cheery face is the first one you see upon arrival, his smile wide as he practically bounces off the walls in excitement and you already begin to wonder just how many desserts and sweets he’s had upon arrival. 

“hey it’s the couple of the century!” he exclaims with a wink. nagi keens at bachira’s compliment, all proud and boastful as his hand creeps up to hold your hip protectively. “lookin’ good as always!” 

“yo, where’s isagi?” the white haired questions.

“around, i’ll take you to him c’mon!” 

the two soccer players are off before you can even count to three, nagi and bachira disappearing into the crowd as the hyperactive boy drags your 190 cm of a boyfriend through the crowd. well, at least he took the gift you both bought with him, but now you feel a little alone and very awkward.

walking around the hallways of isagi’s, you feel a little out of place since most of them seemed to be high school friends. it’s not until you reached the kitchen that you sigh in relief, met with the familiar, friendly faces of chigiri and reo who see you first.

“hey!” the red-haired calls out, waving at you as you walk over to them. “it’s good to see you, y/n, how are you?”

“hey chigiri, hey reo, i’m good! i just arrived but this seems like a cool gathering. isagi’s really outdone himself,” you greet.

“yeah he did. good way to unwind before the soccer season gets too crazy,” reo chips in. “nice outfit by the way, you served!”

“oh shut up, you look amazing yourself. you too chigiri.” 

“so… where’s nagi?” the purple-haired asks, checking his phone to see if he had received any texts from his best friend. “didn’t he come with you?”

“yeah but bachira dragged him to go talk to isagi as soon as i arrived. you know how he is.”

after a few more minutes of talking with the two, you finally pause the conversation out of concern about nagi’s whereabouts might be. you thought he’d come and find you after a while but guess you’ll search for him first. 

informing the pair first before breaking away, you wander into the rooms where bachira pulled nagi into, blindly hoping that they’ll be in there. to your chagrin, there were only a few unfamiliar faces spread along the couches, discussing something with a drink in their hand. you ignore the sight of otoya and one of isagi’s friends sitting too close for comfort.

when you walk into the next room, you stop in your tracks at the sight in front of you: nagi leaning against the wall with a stranger who clearly has no distinction of personal space, their hand resting on his chest. your heart plunges the bottom of your stomach as distraught settles within you because of the scene unfolding in front of you, chest churning with a distant ache that you can’t put your finger on.

then he looks over at you.

the instinct to turn around and run overpowers any rational judgement, especially when a flurry of emotions begin to well up inside you, causing you to sink further and further in an ocean of doubt and fear. 

you had no right to be jealous, not over nagi because you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, he’s not really yours and it’s moment like these that truly humble you into remembering. you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, you’re just his-

“-where are you going?” comes an indifferent voice from behind you. all anxiety floods out of you like a broken dam. a warm, large hand tugs on your wrist and even if he had not spoke, you’d know from touch alone that it was nagi behind you. the multitude of times that he’s spent holding you, intertwining his hand with yours, and cherishing you has forced you to brand him into your memory. 

you are his. even if it is not mutual, you would be his until he stomps the fire out.

“i-i thought i was interrupting something,” you stammer, looking into at nagi’s doe eyes.

“you didn’t. actually, you made it better by coming,” he says before wrapping his arms around your torso. “that person wouldn’t leave me alone, such a pain. tried to say i was taken too, so glad you came.”

you return the hug, trusting his words. “glad i came too.”

nagi pulls you out of the water.

“can we leave yet? i don’t wanna be here anymore.”

“just a little longer. i haven’t even seen isagi yet. plus, we should dance.”

he gives you a quick look up and down before nodding in agreement. you smack his shoulder.

you manage to locate isagi rather quickly. he was near the food bar where refreshments and various desserts and snacks laid so after greeting him, wishing him ‘happy birthday’, and chatting with him for approximately five minutes before nagi started getting bitchy, you’re pulled into the dance floor by the white-haired. he said that they were playing a good song when you asked why he was being so impatient.

with a laugh, you give in.

nagi doesn’t really know how to dance but you can’t help but be a little entertained, deciding to end his awkwardness when you grab his hands and lead him through some moves, singing along to the song with each other. it ends with your arms around his neck and his around your waist (again) when a slower song plays. 

hiding your face in his chest, you breathe in the subtle aroma of his cologne that you urged him to put on earlier. when he gently prompts you to look up at him with a hand gently pulling on your hair, your breath gets caught in your throat at the close proximity as nagi stares at your lips, glancing up to meet your eyes again before leaning in.

this time you don’t feel as cruel, bracing yourself for the first sip of water after crossing the desert, for the final puzzle piece clicking into place, for the feeling of his lips slotting against yours; for the feeling of completion. 

instantly you relax at the sensation, melting into his embrace as you hold onto him a little tighter, wanting more. you want to take as much of him as he’ll allow and even then, you’ll cherish every last part.

you want him the same way the ocean longs for the moon.

parting from him makes you feel empty. the lidded look he gives you is full of temptation and… love?

snapping out of your reverie, you step away from him, using his dazed state to create some distance between the two of you as you come to your senses. senses that scream at you for possibly ruining… this. 

you hate that you keep running away from him, leaving him in the dust of the mess that are your feelings. it’s immature, irrational, and downright childish, really it is, but how else can you stop the way you’re about to burst at the seams? how can you stop yourself from devoting yourself fully to nagi seishiro if you don’t forcefully screw the lid over your emotions?

for the second time tonight, the white-haired chases after you because there was never another option. he despises being away from you and despises it even more when it’s him you’re running away from, wanting nothing more than to be by your side at all times.

for the second time tonight, he grabs your wrist but now, he leads you through isagi’s house, weaving through a series of well-kept and simply decorated rooms to finally arrive at a balcony. one that was untouched by the party goers.

“why do you keep doing this?” he asks, pleading for an answer as desperation laces his voice and eyes. “why do you keep running away?”

you’re stunned. he’s hurt by your carelessness and the way you constantly recoil from him as if he was electric, his powerful figure slouching, all his quiet confidence and stubbornness seeping out of him, running to pool at your feet. 

“am i doing something wrong? i thought you liked me.”

“i-i’m confused,” you stammer stupidly. 

he grows even more perplexed. “you’re confused? i’m even more confused! one second i think you like me then the next, you’re trying to avoid me. why do you keep doing this? i really really like you, y/n. but it doesn’t feel like you like me at all sometimes.”

“no!” you blurt out. “it’s not like that! i do like you, a lot, in fact i might even… love you? it’s just…”

as you try to recap the timeline of your relationship in the past few months, you find yourself at a loss for words as you truly realise the multitude of your stupidity. you might slap yourself in the face.

this entire time, nagi has liked you- genuinely liked you for who you are yet you’ve been denying the love he has been trying to share with you since you internalised it all to be a sham. that someone like nagi seishiro couldn’t want you in the same way you wanted him. you’ve been hurting him this entire time and you don’t know how to begin explaining why.

well… no other option than with one word at a time.

you go to grab both his hands, inhaling. “i didn’t think we got together based on genuine feelings.”

he recoils, eyebrows and nose scrunching. 

“i thought you were using me to- i don’t know, trend on the internet by teasing everyone with some sort of secret relationship which sounds so stupid, i know, but i just couldn’t believe that you would want me for me,” you ramble, only stopping to breathe. “these few months have been amazing but i lowkey thought you were going to break up with me and say something like ‘surprise! i’ve never liked you’ before leaving me. i don’t deserve someone like you and-” 

“what?”

you shut up.

“you thought you don’t deserve me? that’s the biggest lie i’ve ever heard. you’re perfect. i was the one that got lucky.”

“lucky? you? really?”

“yeah,” he breathes. “you’re like a gift sent by fate.”

that renders you speechless for a little. there’s more to say, you know there is because of the pregnant silence that lingers around the two of you for a little but maybe that’s for another time. 

are you dreaming? this feels surreal. maybe you’ll start floating too. 

“also, why would i want to trend for any other reason but soccer?”

“i don’t know! you asked me out really abruptly- i’ve never been asked out like that before! talk about confusing. and the paparazzi was waiting for us after too like, what was i supposed to think!”

“i see.”

“yeah.”

more silence.

“so… you love me?” nagi asks and you groan, removing your hands from his to cover your face from embarrassment. 

“i guess i do,” you grumble.

“hey, don’t hide from me,” the white-haired says before grabbing your wrists to lower them from your face. “i love you too.”

“really?”

“yeah.”

“that’s cool.”

“it is.”

you do both of you a favour by kissing him fervently. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“sei, shouldn’t you be getting ready for the match or whatever it is you athletes do?” you ask when nagi’s mop of white hair peaks up from behind the door to your physio office.

he steps out from behind the doorframe, crossing the distance to get to you. he’s sporting his blue lock tracksuit with his hands dug into his pocket and you’re a little envious of how comfortable he looks. “i was until i realised you weren’t there. i was waiting for you to show up.”

“well i don’t really have to be there early. i just get there around 20 or so minutes earlier.”

“i see.”

“why, did you want me there or something?” you ask with a cheeky eyebrow raise, poking him in his sides causing him to recoil a little from your touch.

“why else would i walk all this way?”

“a stunning 50 metres- i’m so sorry for your perilous journey,” you comment, placing a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him to set up your box of medical supplies including kinesio tapes, bandages, and cold spray. he slumps down on the waiting couch near the entrance.

your role as blue lock’s official therapist meant that you had to be on standby for the team at all time during official matches. even though you aren’t their nurse, you still bring first aid things like ice packs to minimise the amount of time spent travelling between offices, especially if that distance is not needed. 

after scanning the box for the last time and mentally ticking your checklist of materials required to bring, you pat your leg in satisfaction before standing up. “i can go to the field now. there’s probably tape changes that i need to do.”

nagi lazily grins, searching for your hand to help pull himself up. “yay.”

“you need to be warming up while we’re at it.”

“aw. okay.”

the walk back to the field is painless enough with nagi holding onto your hand for dear life whilst carrying your box of supplies for you. for someone who is about to compete in less than an hour, he is surprisingly calm, hardly different from his passive, pacifistic self. should you be nervous on his behalf?

stepping in to the field, you’re overwhelmed by the enormousness of blue lock’s home stadium, the lights shining down on you so brightly that you need a moment to recollect yourself. to think that all these empty seats will be filled with various people scares you mindless; even vacant it was still overwhelming.

“y/n!” isagi’s voice breaks you out of your reverie and he jogs over to you with that friendly smile of his. “what’s up?”

“hey isagi, sei dragged me out of my office,” you grumble before turning around to the white-haired who places your supplies on the ground, instructing him to: “go continue warming up.”

he grumbles something incoherent, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead before running off, leaving you a little flustered as the dark-haired player waits patiently to talk to you.

“so what’s up?”

“i just needed my ankle to be retaped, is that okay?”

“that is my job so come over,” you say, beckoning isagi to one of the benches nearby where you decide to station yourself for the time being. 

whilst you’re unrolling the adhesive, he awkwardly sits there with his shoe and sock off, exposing his joint where he already you tape it for him. 

“do you want pink or blue tape?” you ask, holding up the two options.

“pink.”

the background noises of athletes shouting and kicking soccer balls fill the silence whilst you cut up the length needed to tape isagi’s ankle.

“how are you and nagi?” he asks.

“we’re good,” you respond, mentally reminding yourself to give isagi a present in exchange for his birthday being the sole reason why your relationship strengthened. “both been busy cause of the season but it’s fine.” 

“that’s okay, you’re making it work!” he reassures, “well, nagi is really happy.”

“is he now?” you ask, looking intently at your hands as they worked around isagi’s ankle, hiding your giddy expression from the soccer player. the effect nagi has on you will never disappear.

“yeah! always talks about you to us.”

“does he?”

“of course, why wouldn’t he? swears you’re the best thing to have happened to him in a long time or whatever.”

your heart warms uncontrollably. nagi seishiro was going to be your downfall. 

finishing up on isagi’s ankle, he tests it out quickly before thanking you and running off again to blend in with his teammates again. ‘don’t work too hard!’ you yell out after him.

after retaping chigiri’s knee, commanding karasu to do his recommended exercises, and other various checkups, the boys are ushered back into the stadium so the audience could begin filing in. before nagi went in, he runs over to you, bundling you in his arms despite the various exclaims of ‘hurry up!’ yelled at your white-haired partner.

“gotta go,” he says breathily.

“wait, shouldn’t you take this off?” you ask, gesturing to your hair tie which sat snugly at his wrist. 

“do i have to?”

“you can always rewear it after the match sei, it’s not a big deal.” 

“fine. i’ll see you soon then.”

you give him a smile of reassurance, hugging him back. “go. i’ll be watching, my superstar.”

his eyes shine. “cheer for me, won’t you?”

“of course i will. i’m your lucky charm,” you tease but he takes your statement quite literally, grinning at what you say which only illuminates the cheery look on his face.

“can my lucky charm give me a kiss?”

cupping his face, you quickly place a peck on his nose before lightly pushing him away. you know the kiss is not good enough to satiate his hunger but perhaps that’s just what you want from him, to try hard for a better reward. and in this case, by trying harder, he would bring home the trophy.

“go line up!” you command. 

nagi grumbles something before stepping away, “i’ll score for you.” 

he dashes towards the stadium entrance, leaving you in a lovesick daze as you watch him retreat. someone clears their throat behind you and you remember where you are, sitting down to preserve some professionalism. 

sitting in the medics corner was scary, especially as you watch every seat getting gradually filled with an onslaught of different people, but all you need to do for the 90 minutes is watch and be attentive to the game and the health of the players. an easy job for the amount of pay you get.

when the teams walks out into the field, everyone in the stands erupt into a roar, waving their various flags and colours. despite the chaos, nagi looks over at you and you blow him a kiss, unsure of whether or not he could actually see you. 

as everything settles down, the match finally begins, starting off with a bang. from time to time you talk with the two other blue lock medics and spend the other moments admiring your boyfriend in his athletic glory.

it’s not until almost halftime that something disastrous happens. when itoshi rin collides face-first into another player, toppling over on the field on top of each other, the crowd erupts into a series of gasps and concerned noises. as the referee’s whistle is called, you three official blue lock staff scramble to the middle of the field where a crowd was gathering around the two, trying to help their soccer players but stepping out of the way when you approach.

“where are you?” one medic begins asking.

“the stadium. we’re in the middle of a match,” comes rin’s gruff tone.

“you are?”

“itoshi rin.”

“how many fingers am i holding up?”

“four.”

“what hurts?”

“my fucking face,” rin snarkily replies, trying to stand up but not making it past his knees as he stumbles a little, holding on to his nose. “shit.”

taking his hand away, there are droplets of red coating his skin and you snake yourself under his arm in order to assist with helping him to the medic’s area, another nurse doing the same. hopefully it’s not serious and he won’t need be to sent to hospital, only benched by ego. which, he was. 

in your panic, you don’t register any of the commotion happening within the players themselves whereas nagi, on the other hand, hears it all clearly. how a player on the team he was playing against says something like ‘look at that cutie. reckon i could cuff ‘em?’ where his friend replies with a ‘yeah dude. seems like a babe to be honest, workin’ as a nurse and shit’, geturing to you.

nagi has never felt such an overwhelming urge to punch someone, to jump the two players and tear them apart with the fury he feels accumulating in his insides.

the whistle to notify that the game was continuing disrupts nagi’s train of thought. he goes back into position but not without snaring at the opposition. 

blue lock seems to be doing fine without their number one player for the remainder of the game; in fact, nagi is practically dominating the whole field as he shoots, earning goals left and right for blue lock. he’s moving with unmatched determination; a blazing kind that you’ve never seen from him despite having seen countless of his games. you wonder what happened to him since rin got injured, where did the calm, unbothered nagi go? why are you kind of scared of your boyfriend right now?

maybe your good luck kiss worked in giving him the boost you predicted.

however, you never could have predicted the huge turnaround that your life would take when nagi’s jealousy gets too ahead of itself. when his urge to show the world whose you are outspeaks his rationality, too caught up in the torments of untamed jealousy. he’s never felt this way before; a carnal desire so inherent that it makes him feel bare.

only you could do this to him.

and only you could fix the ugly monster inside him

when blue lock scores the goal needed to take the trophy home, the stadium is deafening, so loud that you need to cover your ears from the unrestrained passion of fans and watchers alike, the buzz of excitement unmatched. 

nagi is awarded man of the match, taking home a shiny trophy in recognition of his athleticism and remarkable talents. yet the first thing he does when taking his prize is not rush over to his teammates and… do whatever it is that men do, but to run over to where you reside, a possessive and dark look in his eyes. it sends shivers down your spine. 

he sweeps you into his arms, winding you so close that you can feel the body heat radiating from him, even through the fabric of his jersey. the trophy presses against your back.

“can i kiss you?” nagi questions although it sounds more like a demand, especially with that breathy voice due to how much he’s been running around.

short circuiting for a moment, you reply: “but everyone’s watching.”

“let them.”

you’re well aware of the multitude of cameras that may be pointed at you and nagi. if you act stupidly, it will appear on the internet and who knows what repercussions it might bring, are you ready to be thrown into a life of chaos, joining alongside your boyfriend?

the answer is obvious when you take the initiative of kissing him, allowing him to devour you whole: his first act of establishing just exactly who you were to the entire world.

you adore how scandalous this feels.

his second act comes mere minutes later at the exit where paparazzi and media were waiting patiently behind barriers for their star players. this time, instead of leaving alone or with his teammates, there’s an unidentified figure accompanying him, hugged close to his side and proudly wearing his jersey. the very one that boasts ‘NAGI’ along the back. everything descends into chaos. 

an immense feeling of deja vu encompasses you when you recall the day nagi asked you out and the overwhelming lineup of paparazzi and photographers that waited for him outside. it’s different now. you feel confident in your place beside nagi, looking perfect to him in his clothes- as if you were meant to be his.

nagi walks in front of you to use his stature to protect from the greedy eyes of the internet whilst you use your hands to cover your face as best as possible, all to ensure your privacy from those who are going to eat these photos up when they see them. 

and- well, if everyone is going to see them then why not send a little message whilst nagi’s here?

the kiss nagi sneaks on your neck is entirely proprietorial, a clear sign of affection for the whole world to see as he eyes the cameras with a deadly look in his eyes. 

“mine,” he mutters in your ear, sending one last glare over his shoulder before disappearing from their nosiness and intruding flashes.

the cameras can see your hair tie that slips up when his sleeves are tugged too short.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your notifications are rampant the next morning, mostly because of friends, and ‘#nagi seishiro’ has taken the internet by storm once again.

this feeling of anxiety settling in your stomach will never go away whenever you check social media to see if any of your information has been leaked and by whatever miracle, you’re absolutely relieved to see that nothing drastic has been revealed.

speaking of boyfriend, nagi stirs from where he lays beside you, stretching for a moment before patting the bed in search for your warmth. 

shutting off your phone and putting it down, you watch him try to locate you, unable to stop the smile from stretching at the corner of your lips. he’s adorable. even more so when he has to open one eye because his instincts were failing him.

“oh. why are you awake?” he asks groggily, still adjusting to consciousness. nagi tries to sit up to rest on his elbows only to fail miserably and fall face-first into his lush pillow.

“body clock,” you say. you’ll talk about yesterday later. right now, it was just you and him and the soft glow of the sun saying good morning.

“turn it off and go back to sleep.”

“fine.”

“c’mere,” nagi beckons you over weakly, hands reaching for your figure but falling short due to the enormous size of his bed.

it’s not like nagi to splurge on things but it is like him to splurge on getting the most comfortable bed ever, so when he demands you to fall back asleep, how could you say no when it feels like napping on a cloud? and with your adorable boyfriend? some things in life come too easy.

shuffling back towards him, he’s quick to throw an arm and a leg around you, trapping you in. 

“my body hurts,” whines nagi. “so much.”

“what do you want me to do about that?”

“massage later, please?” 

“is that all i am to you?” you question teasingly whilst rubbing hearts into his skin.

“maybe,” he sings.

astounded, you give him your best look of betrayal. “we’re breaking up.”

“no, don’t do that,” nagi pleads, hugging you closer as if you were going to get up from his vice grip in the first place. “don’t be mean.”

“oh sure because i’m the mean one,” you joke as he burrows his head into your neck. instinctively, your hands card through his hair, extra soft from washing it last night. after a moment of silence, you speak up. “you’re trending again because of me so just remember that what i said about our fame-grabbing relationship was true.”

“i didn’t mean for that to happen. i’m just too good,” he takes his head out of your neck, doe eyes looking up at you with heart wrenching awe. “and i love you too much to hide it.”

you pat his cheek, unable to stop a wide, dreamy smile from appearing on your face. “go back to sleep.”

“‘k. goodnight.” the second nagi’s head hits his pillow, he’s out like a light. 

it’s a little surreal to be wrapped in his embrace like this, to be able to gaze at his features so closely and unabashedly whilst his arms extend to mould you into him. even being as close as humanly possible isn’t enough for nagi who has an unlimited desire for more, at all times. 

if it’s you he wants, then you’ll happily grant it.

the last thing you see before falling into a deep slumber is a hair tie that lies on his bedside table.

[anglbunny]

SIT ON IT

♡. multi, smut mdni, face sitting

You're straddling his stomach, thighs shaking from how much teasing he’s been doing. You’re already soaked — just from his words alone. He keeps glancing up at you, lips parted, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice husky, “just sit on my face.”

Your face burns. “I… I can’t. I—what if I hurt you?”

He laughs — like you're the crazy one — and grabs your hips tighter, guiding you up his chest toward his mouth.

“Then let me fucking suffocate.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh, biting gently, looking up at you like you’re the only god he believes in.

“I want your thighs around my head. I want that cute pussy smothering me until you forget your own name.”

You hesitate.

He groans. “Baby. Please.” His voice cracks, breath hot against your skin. “I need to taste you. Let me, please.”

You finally give in, trembling as you lower yourself over his mouth. And the second his tongue touches you—

He moans like he’s starved. Hands locking around your thighs, pulling you down so you can't escape. He eats like he’s trying to live off you. You try to pull away—too sensitive—but he holds you tighter.

“Uh-uh. Don’t run now, doll,” he pants between licks. “You’re staying right here until I’ve had my fill.”

You come so hard you nearly black out — and he's still whining, still licking, still begging for more.

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @mihyas-dieehefrau @ravenbc @shezuannn @greekyoghurtwithberries @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/n: i think when im ovulating, i have a thing for men begging

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