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rintosei · 11 months
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A MEASURE OF HIS LOVE
feat. nagi seishiro x gn! reader
prompt: "don’t you dare pick me up, you hear? don’t even try i- hey!!"
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nagi seishiro is a tall man. like, really tall for someone his age.
that's one of nagi's most annoying traits, you could say. he takes pride in the fact that he's taller than you, and will always make fun of you for that.
to add to that, most of his cupboards in his apartments were pretty tall because he's tall, so whenever you come over, you had to get a chair to grab a glass or ask nagi to come get it for you (though he would always say it's a hassle and doesn't want to do it).
today was no different. nagi had asked you to come over because he missed you and wanted to cuddle with you (same excuse every time, but you found it cute). you complied, of course, because it's been a while since you guys have spent any alone time together.
which is why you are currently on nagi's couch, his long arms wrapped around your body as a movie was playing on his television. nagi wasn't even paying attention, he was too focused on trying to not fall asleep and literally holding you hostage.
"sei, can you let go?" you asked, trying to pry his hands off of you. "i want to grab a cup of water."
"no. 'm comfy already." he replies, snuggling his head deeper into your back.
"sei i'm serious. i'm really thirsty." you said, and nagi eventually lets go with a huge sigh.
"fine, but hurry." he complains, and you nodded. you seem to have forgotten how high the cupboard is because once you were in front of it, you stared at it was a dejected look on your face.
"right... the cups i usually use are the highest part of the shelf." you thought to yourself sadly, prompting to grab a chair and drag it.
"why're you taking so long?" nagi suddenly asks behind you, making you scream.
"what the fuck nagi?!" you exclaimed, holding a hand on your chest. "you scared the shit out of me!"
nagi raises his eyebrows in return. "did you not hear me walk?"
you shake your head. "well anyway, can you help grab the cup on top there since you're here?" nagi looks at the cup you're pointing and there's suddenly a look of mischief in his eyes. you know exactly what he's thinking. "don’t you dare pick me up, you hear? don’t even try i- hey!"
nagi was already lifting you by your waist, making you eye level with the cup you were pointing at. "this is easier, no?"
"what do you mean easier?! isn't this just more work for you?" you asked in disbelief, actually surprised that he finds this much more easier than just grabbing the cup for you. when he doesn't reply, you sigh and grab the cup, tapping his arms to let you down.
he doesn't, though.
"what are you doing? let me down!" you exclaimed, looking back at nagi who looked like he was holding back a laugh. "why are you laughing? let. me. down."
"no it's just-" he pauses, letting out a laugh. "it's weird seeing you this tall. i'm so used to having to look down when talking to you."
"wha-?!" you almost choked on your own spit. "what? i am not that short, nagi!"
"oh, but you are. i mean, compared to me, you're only able to see my chest when standing in front of me, right?" he teases, and you can't help the embarrassment show on your face. "see? even you agree with your red cheeks."
"oh shut up!" you whined, covering your cheeks with your hands, careful to not drop the cup.
nagi eventually lets you down, but still holds you tightly in his hold. "you're like a cute gremlin."
"what the fuck? a gremlin?!" you were literally staring at him with daggers, but nagi only gives you a smile. "can't believe i'm dating a literal giant who does nothing but tease me about my height everyday." you had to wiggle your way to the water dispenser because nagi just wouldn't let go.
"but you love this giant, don't you?" nagi asks, resting his head on top of your head.
taking a sip from your cup, you look up at him, smiling. "yeah, i do."
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saerins · 6 months
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𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆
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+ nagi seishiro x f!reader | wc 2.4k | content: fluff, high school setting!, some cursing
notes: this was something requested by an anon !! i realised this prompt was also done in my other fic whole except nagi was the second lead :’) also pleaseeeee excuse me if this is ass because i haven’t written in a long time T_T but i’m working on getting back properly !! <3
summary: he didn’t ask you out because he wanted to, yet nagi gets more than he bargained for in the end.
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“so, um, nagi, why’d you ask me out all of a sudden?”
it’s kind of an awkward situation to be in, you think, as you look around the arcade, shuffling your feet beside where nagi’s seated, trying to win some tickets from what you can only assume to be a music machine.
when he’d asked you out on a date yesterday, you didn’t think he’d take you to an arcade, of all places. (then again, nagi asking anyone out is sort of unbelievable, honestly.) if you knew sooner (or if nagi had bothered to tell you), you wouldn’t have worn such a nice dress for today.
besides, you’re not even sure why you’d agreed. call your state half-flustered or whatever, because you heard that nagi seishiro of all people does not bother with human relationships much. you’ve only ever seen him interact with mikage reo anyway—and you’d just chalked it up to him wanting it that way. nagi had never shown interest in girls or romance or that kind of shit, so cue your surprise when he asked you out yesterday, when he saw you at the bus stop.
“hey, wanna go on a date tomorrow?”
you blinked at him, utterly surprised because that was the first time that nagi had ever spoken to you.
“um, where to?” (you were still malfunctioning over the fact that he was asking you out on a date.)
nagi scratched the back of his head, and you could faintly make out reo a few ways behind him, watching on.
“hmm, not sure, i’ll text you tomorrow morning?” he suggested, pulling out his phone. “what’s your number?”
okay sure, you could’ve asked for more details, but it was hard getting nagi to respond to you at all. you’re pretty sure he was gaming, that’s why.
“oh, ‘cause reo asked me to.”
that… was not the answer you were expecting. “reo asked you to?”
nagi has a bad habit of not elaborating. you don’t really like that, because you don’t like asking questions, but you can’t help yourself now. this is too bizarre for you to let go.
“yeah, something about how he’s sick of me playing games all day long, told me to go get a date, then he’d return me my switch,” nagi mumbles, and you can’t help but think that reo’s plan may have backfired, considering how he’s on a date and still playing games.
while nagi’s grey eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, you find yourself drawn to the way he’s sucking in his cheek as he concentrates, the way his bangs fall over his eyes and how his fingers can respond so quickly to the lines on the screen.
“you’re pretty good at this,” you tell him, getting lost in how well he’s playing. the points on the screen gets so high he’s almost nearing the high score.
for a moment, nagi’s distracted by how close you are to him; your hair smells like citrus and it’s really smooth. it’s also the only time anyone other than reo has been this close and you’re not anyone so he doesn’t really see why you’re able to steal his focus from the game.
someone like you shouldn’t make him notice things that aren’t about games or himself.
but you do—and he misses the first note since the start of the game, though he recovers fairly easily.
he doesn’t know much about you, only that you’re in his class and you’re very pretty (now that he’s actually looking at you). you have a really cute laugh too, he realises, right when he wins the game and probably what’s a thousand tickets, with you rejoicing happily beside him.
“oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this,” you’re jumping and giggly and nothing like how quiet you are in school and why does he feel a little giddy knowing that he’s getting to see this firsthand? this doesn’t make sense. “okay, move aside, teach me, i wanna do it too.”
nagi obliges. it’s a pain having to teach someone else compared to doing it himself, he gets to know, as you miss probably half the notes on screen even when he tries to tell you how to do it. hell, he’s not really a good teacher.
you win about 300 tickets.
“not bad for a rookie,” nagi comments as you grab your own pile and stack it in your shared basket. the neon red and blue flashes pretty against your skin. it makes you even prettier, he feels.
you raise a brow. “nagi seishiro, wanna play a bet?”
no, not really. but somehow, he can’t quite turn down a game when it’s from you.
“what’re you betting?”
you hold out the basket in front of you. “i’m gonna find a game where i can beat you.” your chest is puffed out, like you’re determined, like you really believe you can. “if i lose, you can decide my punishment.”
nagi blinks at you. you’re… weird. you make his heart beat faster than usual. it’s a little concerning. “and if you win?”
grinning, you wink at him, “let’s leave that to later.”
whatever possessed him to spend the entire day following you around the arcade and watching you fail, he doesn’t know. you’re pretty bad at everything compared to him, but it’s not really fair—he’s probably spent ten times as much of his days in the arcade than you.
have you ever even set foot in here before?
nagi observes as you try desperately to beat him in ddr. you fail, naturally. your feet coordination really isn’t that good, but it’s pretty cute how hard you’re trying. you’re still pretty even at the end of it, even when you’re sweating and some of your hair is matted against your skin. he keeps that to himself though.
throughout the entire day, nagi finds himself entertained by your persistent insistence to beat him at something. it’s funny how you’re awful at the arcade games. it’s also funny how you’re honestly trying. it’s really no use but here you are, sweating once again from shooting hoops.
your 64 versus nagi’s 154.
“wow, you’re really bad at all these games,” nagi murmurs when he sees your score. “wanna go somewhere else?”
you’re quick to open your mouth but it takes you just as quick to shut it, probably knowing you’ll never beat him. at least, not today. “fine, you win,” you say through gritted teeth. you’re a little prideful; nagi’s learning a lot about you. “what do you want?”
nagi seems to have forgotten your earlier bet. he just shrugs and tells you to choose what you want at the exchange counter.
“you don’t want anything?”
nagi looks at the prizes with such disinterest it makes you wonder what can interest a guy like him. he shakes his head, “i can get anything i want anytime anyway.”
(the underlying insinuation that coming to the arcade with him is your only chance to win prizes flies right over your head.)
but when nagi looks at your slightly disappointed face, he tries to backtrack. “i’ll let you know when i think of something i want since i won,” he says, looking away from you. “but you choose one of the prizes today.”
turns out it’s so easy to please you. just like that and that smile is back on your face.
you choose a big goddamn pink teddy bear by the way. nagi sighs as he leaves the arcade with you. it’s probably a character nagi doesn’t know. he’s judging you, but then you hug it and smile at him and he forgets what he’s thinking about.
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“i know this was only because reo asked you to, but…” you mumble after you and nagi both finished eating dinner, sitting across from each other at the ramen shop. “it was fun.”
nagi’s not sure what this is. just a customary thing where you’re showing appreciation for the time you two spent together today? you’re looking away from him though, he’s pretty sure normal customs don’t dictate that. he’s pretty sure you’re supposed to look at him when you say that.
“why’re you looking away?”
you look at him in blank shock (an expression that he doesn’t know how to process—what’s so weird about asking you that?) before you smile helplessly. “you’re very weird, nagi seishiro.”
“what do you mean?” nagi’s clueless, in that nagi seishiro way only he can be.
a few seconds of silence pass when you try to make up your mind. it’s unnerving how big and wide his eyes are, especially when they’re focused only on you and nothing else. in the end, you manage with a shake of your head.
“it’s nothing,” you decide. telling him of your possible crush on him would not do any good, you guess.
something bugs nagi; he can’t understand what it is. he just knows something feels off but it’s not like he’s ever felt this particular kind of irk—he doesn’t know what to do.
when the time comes to leave the restaurant, nagi finds himself walking the opposite way to his home because you started walking first.
somehow, his feet follows you.
it’s stupid—walking this far away from the direction of his home is troublesome. it’ll be a hassle to get home when his bus is on the other side of the long gone restaurant. why is he walking you to the train station again when he’ll just see you next week anyway? you’re in the same class.
“oh, are you gonna take the train too?”
nagi blinks at you, drawing a blank at your question. he must’ve completely zoned out. did the both of you get here in complete silence?
“no,” he answers honestly. he doesn’t elaborate. as usual.
by now, that doesn’t surprise you. instead you just nod your head, a hesitance borne in the shuffling of your feet. “well,” you drawl out, dragging the syllable, somehow hoping this wasn’t the end of the night but it is. “this was a nice one-time date,” you settle for, smiling. you’re about to just say goodbye, but you bite on your bottom lip, contemplating, before you slip his phone out of his hand and slide the screen to the side, taking a picture of the both of you together, nagi looking at the screen in surprise and you winking beside him.
when you hand it back to him, you bite your inner mouth, trying not to grin. “in case reo asks for evidence,” you offer as an excuse. you totally didn’t want to take a picture with nagi. “he better give you your game back!”
nagi gets this fleeting feeling that he doesn’t know how to explain when he sees you smiling at him. like how you remind him of the color gray. not because it’s bland but because it’s his favourite color. you remind him of spring and the cool breeze and how refreshing it feels.
“it was a nice one-time date, nagi seishiro,” you chuckle before you turn around, ready to head into the station and probably never spend such time with nagi again. you’ll probably get over the sadness of what could’ve been pretty quickly. you think.
but just before you can enter, you hear the firm steadiness in nagi’s voice. “no.”
you whip your head around, not quite sure you heard him right. “no?” you narrow your stare a little, moving out of other people’s way as they push past you into the station. “as in, you didn’t like it?”
you hope he doesn’t mean it like that.
nagi looks away, earnestly processing it. it came blurting out of him, he didn’t even know what he said until he said it. “i won the bet and what i want is… this. again. with you.”
the implications of his words slowly sink in and it has you feeling giddy. nagi, the guy who barely cares about anything nor makes the time for anyone—is he actually telling you this? is he really saying he’d take you out more?
meanwhile, nagi’s feet stay firmly planted where he is, wondering why you make him feel like this, why you make him feel like he can’t get enough. you’re just… you. before today, he could honestly say you were insignificant. but just the way you are; how you speak, your smile, your laugh and your resilience—nagi likes it, finds comfort in it, somehow.
“then,” you say as you enter the station, face giddy with the excitement of something new blossoming. “i’ll wait for more dates with you, sei.”
the way you call him that makes his heart skip a beat and he’s left blankly staring at your figure as you retreat into the station, stealing his heart with you.
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“fine, fine,” reo sighs. it’s two days later on a monday and reo grudgingly gives nagi back his switch. “so, what’d you two do anyway?” he asks, shifting his gaze between nagi and you, though you’re at the other end of the classroom, talking excitedly to your friends.
nagi’s attention quickly transfers to his switch, already opening up a game to play. “nothing much,” is all he offers, and reo’s beginning to think maybe it was more of a punishment for you than a date.
reo sighs again, ready to lecture nagi for being the worst date ever when he pulls up his phone to look at the time. but he accidentally takes nagi’s phone instead, unlocking it to find his own chat thread—to which nagi doesn’t even bother saving his name (reo side eyes him but nagi doesn’t even realise).
that doesn’t surprise him, but what does is when reo realises your contact is saved—with the icon being a picture of the two of you together. you must really be something to be able to make nagi do something so idiotic like this.
“oi, nagi.”
nagi only responds with a raise of his brow. he’s still clicking away at the controls. reo guesses it must be a racing game from those sounds.
“if you guys get married i better be the best man for being your matchmaker,” reo teases, his grin filling his face.
even though nagi doesn’t respond, the champagne pink that brushes across his cheeks is enough indication to reo of nagi’s feelings for you.
looks like he never needed to worry after all.
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gojoroui · 4 months
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Hi! Can i request a headcannon where they get jealous of your pet 🥹 ? Any pet and fandom is fine 🫶
DOMESTIC FIGHT
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cw: blue lock x gn! reader, fluff, headcannon, jealousy, pets can be chosen / they focus on cats tho
a/n: thanks for requesting anon !! hopefully this is what u want , it’s kinda long -︵-
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rin just shrugged when you told him you owned a pet. he saw it normal that his partner had a pet, what else could possibly be wrong? well, rin now despises your pet. whenever you let it out or call it over - that was when the action starts. the animal would start nuzzling you and take your attention away from him. and whenever rin tries pulling you closer to him, it would just hiss; like he was gonna harm you or something. and rin wasn’t dumb about it; every night, he would brainstorm on how to get rid of it - trying not to upset you in the process.
sae is similar to his younger brother, but instead - the pet despises him. sae simply ignore the creature with his sanity, he doesn’t give a damn about the pet; although he gets scolded by you, the animal can’t do anything about can it? he doesn’t feed, play, or even share you with the domestic animal — it gets on the pet’s nerves. and sae just ignores it. you almost walked into sae and your cat ‘wrestling’ each other once. he also sometimes grabs your pet and replaces it whenever it takes his spot — your lap.
isagi is probably the only one that gets along with your pet. it’s probably either he has second nature or the pet is just fond with him. you’ll sometimes find the two playing or napping together. you sometimes think that your cat might like isagi more than you. but isagi always says that your pet obviously likes you more; but how can you agree when your pet’s always following him when he goes home? even so, at least they get along… maybe they get along too well.
nagi. let’s say he doesn’t really give a shit about your pet. they already went off on a bad start the second they met. he pretty much despises the pet; like, how can he not when it’s hogging you all to itself. you’ll often catch nagi giving death glares at your pet whenever their in the same room. they’ll have starring contests once in while, and if you were being honest, ‘if looks could kill’ would be the best way to describe the two. and nagi isn’t the guy who would have dates out in the world, he’d obviously prefer to do house dates - but when it comes to your pet - he’s always up to go to his house or a public date. anywhere away from that ‘thing’.
reo honestly just reacted with a ‘cool’ when mentioning you had a pet. but it’s not very cool once he meets it. he would often tell you that your pet is literally the definition of satan. it wasn’t like your pet scratched the furniture, it was just that it took your attention away from him. sometimes, whenever you left to get something in another room - he would ‘gently’ grab the domestic animal by the throat and point his finger in its face, telling it threats to back away from you. but the animal was stubborn and ignored every word he punctuated. making him loathe the pet even more.
bachira is just like any other person. caring and loving for your pet, it’s like a lil family to him. but sometimes, if your pet is an introvert, things might get a little messy and the pet might be the one despising him. but it’s ok! if your pet is extrovert, they’d have a fantastic time. it’s like their best friends or even brothers. overall, bachira is amazing at pets ( just don’t get him a tortoise, it might bore him )
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mymegumi · 1 year
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18:23 ෆ NAGI SEISHIRO
you’re pouting.
oh god, you’re pouting. you’re so cute when you pout. nagi hates it when you pout.
“sei! are you even listening to me?”
no.
“yes.”
your brows knit together as you put your hands on your hips. he wants to kiss your pout away so badly. you huff softly as you glare at him, “nagi seishiro, so help me—if you keep looking at me like a lost puppy dog, i swear i’ll knock that smile off your lips.”
his bottom lip juts out now. he watches as your eye twitches, once, twice. he knows he just has to hold out a little longer, and then he’ll have his way.
one second passes.
then another.
and finally—
“oh fine.” you flop onto the bed next to him, legs crashing together as you scoot as close to him as possible. “but you owe me starbucks tomorrow, ‘kay?”
he nods fervently, feeling his hair tickle against his face. opening his arms, he watches as you get yourself comfortable in his arms, head resting on his chest with his arm wrapped around your shoulder.
“what’re we watching now?”
he hums softly, pressing the lightest kiss to your forehead. “a valorant stream. wanted to catch up on the league.”
you make a noncommittal noise—he knows you’re neither interested nor disinterested in the gaming scene. he purses his lips a bit as he flips his phone, instead pulling up a youtube video he knows that the both of you will enjoy. it’s a simple game explanation video, and your eyes light up at the sight of one of your favorite youtubers.
“oh!” you clap your hands together, “i saw this earlier in my feed but i left it so we could watch it together.”
his chest fills with warmth. nagi hasn’t ever really experienced the kindness and affection you often show him, each action carefully thought out and each display of love seemingly effortless to you. it was as if you were made to love him, and you never even seemed to notice.
nagi presses a kiss to your cheek now, hand letting his phone slip away as he cradles your other cheek in his hand. ignoring your protests—‘hey! i was watching that!’—he instead presses your lips together.
“i love you.” he murmurs against your lips. not a declaration of love, but instead, just a known commonality that he knows you know already.
you scrunch up your nose at him. “i love you, too, loser.”
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mytaiyakeylover · 10 months
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𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴, 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂
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It's ironic how insistent SEISHIRO is about carrying you on his back whenever you need to go somewhere; it just doesn't make any sense. First, he lies on the bed and whines about how he wants you to stay at home and cuddle with him, and then suddenly, he demands that you let him give you a piggyback ride.
Don’t get the wrong idea. Initially, he would constantly slump over your shorter frame so that you could be the one carrying him. But then he realized that it simply was not possible due to his height and how much he weighed.
Indeed, it was impossible. You still fail to understand why the snowy-haired boy was so insistent since it didn’t even last a minute until both of you ended up falling on the floor. Not only that, but the sleepy titan was just being too lazy to get up. You don’t know how many hours have gone by. It was only thanks to Reo, who had decided to make sure everything was alright since neither of you were answering the phone, that you were able to get the giant off you.
Thanks to your boyfriend, you ended up being awfully late for the job interview and had no other choice but to reschedule. Thank goodness your possible employer was understanding enough not to call everything off.
Seishiro was being so pouty afterwards, and you knew that the only reason for him acting that way was because he wanted you to ask him what was wrong. And you couldn't help but giggle at him when he said that he simply didn’t want you to go to that job interview because he wouldn’t get to spend as much time with you anymore.
He really didn’t want you to go, and it was only after you told him once again that there was no way you were going to drag his gigantic body through the whole city that he proposed to be the one carrying you. You, of course, were skeptical at first due to his laziness. And he was slow, like really slow. But thankfully you saw this coming and forced him to leave the house much earlier than necessary.
And Seishiro was suddenly hit by a sense of euphoria. Because, sure, walking was very bothersome. But he got to do it at a slow pace with your soft and warm body draped over his back — and he loved it.
Even though Seishiro would much prefer to keep you in his embrace under the thick and warm blanket at home, and even though he would try to persuade you to stay under that same thick and warm blanket throughout the whole day, he would, in fact, beg you to let him accompany you wherever it is that you want to go.
So please agree with him, even if it means you'll have to get up much earlier, because trust me, if you say no, there is no way he'll let you go. Beg all you want, this giant will just keep you squished between him and whatever surface it is that you have found yourself on until you say yes.
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seivsite · 10 months
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’M SORRY PRETTY.
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synopsis: you couldn’t help but feel betrayed and heartbroken over the fact that nagi had prioritised his games over your efforts.
includes: nagi seishiro x fem!reader. newly established relationship, hurt/comfort, nagi is a clueless mf — wc: 1176
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“Nagi,” (Name) called out, tapping his shoulder. He had been playing for almost the whole day now. She had planned a date at one of their favourite restaurants, both hers and Nagi’s. “A few more minutes, pretty. ‘m almost done,”he said, not even sparing her a glance.
Fed up, she turned his chair so he would face her. His face filled with shock before settling into an annoyed expression. “Why’d you do that?” he asked, his face displaying a lack of concern.
“Why did I do that?” she scoffed. “I’ve been trying to tell you to stop playing your games for almost the entire day, and you haven't even listened or looked at me properly! I’ve already made a reservation at our favourite restaurant, and despite reminding you the whole day, you haven’t bothered to check the time or get ready. Our reservation is in just an hour!” she yelled, clearly frustrated with his indifferent behaviour throughout the day.
“We could just reschedule, no? I don’t get why you’re so fussed about it,” Nagi replied, showing no concern as he attempted to back away towards his PC.
“I— Ugh, fine! Stay here with your stupid games!” she fumed, reaching for her phone to inform the restaurant about the cancellation. She stormed off to their shared bedroom and slammed the door shut, collapsing onto the bed and hugging a pillow.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt disappointed. This wasn’t the first time Nagi had prioritised his games over spending time with her. Yes, she had only been dating for a few months, but she felt heartbroken that he wouldn't even make an effort to be with her after being so smitten just a few weeks ago.
As tears began flowing from her eyes, and her sobs filled the room as the weight of her disappointment and heartbreak overwhelmed her. It felt like a wave of sadness crashing down on her, and she couldn't help but feel the pain deep in her chest.
She thought back to the beginning of her relationship, when Nagi had showered her with attention and affection. It had been a whirlwind of happiness and excitement. But now, it seemed like all of that had faded away, replaced by his obsession with gaming.
Feeling the emptiness and loneliness, she buried her face in the pillow, seeking comfort. The silence in the room was deafening, amplifying her feelings of rejection and sadness. It hurts to realise that the person she had grown fond of was not willing to prioritise their relationship.
Questions swirled in her mind. ‘Was it too much to ask for a partner who would give her the time and attention she deserved?’ ‘Should she confront Nagi about how his actions were making her feel?’ Or ‘was it better to distance yourself from someone who couldn’t see your worth?’
As she lay there, vulnerable and hurt, she knew that some difficult decisions lay ahead. But for now, she allowed herself to grieve, hoping that clarity and strength would eventually guide her through this emotional turmoil.
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Nagi couldn’t understand why (Name) was so fed up with him. To him, it was clear that she knew he loved his games and being lazy. He never understood why he had to go out every now and then when they could both stay at home and have fun together.
After (Name) slammed the door on him, he couldn’t help but rethink his words. Maybe he shouldn’t have brushed it off so easily and just gone with her. He sighed and decided to seek advice from Reo, texting him for guidance.
Reo scolded him for his behaviour and told him to talk to (Name) and offer her comfort. Nagi wasn’t sure if she would even be willing to talk to him right now, but he knew he had to try.
He turned off his PC and took the leftover cans of drinks he had while gaming to the trash can. Gently knocking on the door, he slowly walked into the bedroom, hearing your soft sobs and sniffles, which made his heart sink. He realised just how badly he had fucked up.
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A gentle knock on the bedroom door interrupted the overwhelming silence. She hesitated for a moment before reluctantly calling out, “What?”
The door slowly creaked open, revealing Nagi standing there, his face etched with concern and regret. He took a hesitant step inside, his voice filled with remorse. “Pretty, can I come in?”
Sniffling, she ignored him, still wrapped in her own emotions. Nagi sighed and walked over to the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, seeking to offer comfort and support.
As his warmth enveloped her, she felt a mix of conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to push him away, still hurt and frustrated with his previous behaviour. Yet, another part longed for his presence, craving the reassurance that things could be resolved.
“’m sorry pretty,” he whispered softly, his breath tickling her ear. “I didn’t mean to hurt you or disregard your plans. I’ve been so absorbed in my games that I forgot to spend time with you.”
She remained silent, allowing his words to sink in. Despite her anger, there was a glimmer of hope that maybe he was starting to understand the impact of his actions.
“I know sayin’ sorry isn’t enough,” Nagi continued, his voice filled with sincerity. “But please believe me when I say that I care about you deeply. You’re important to me, and I want to make it right. Can we please talk and fix this?”
“No,” she replied firmly.
Nagi’s heart shattered a bit, his face reflecting a mix of disappointment and sadness. However, you quickly soften your stance, realising that shutting him out completely wouldn't help either of you.
“Not today, at least,” she continued, her voice gentle. “Please, let’s just talk in the morning. For now, just cuddle me and shut up, you doofus.”
Turning around, she wrapped her arms around him, seeking comfort in his embrace. Nagi gladly reciprocated, holding her close. He leaned in to give a gentle kiss on her forehead before proceeding to pepper kisses on her cheek and nose. Before he kissed her lips, he paused and asked, “May I?”
In that moment, she found solace in each other’s arms. The two of you broke apart, and she snuggled closer to his chest, finding comfort in the rhythm of his heartbeat. Nagi gently brushed his fingers through your hair, soothing and lulling her to sleep.
As (Name) started to drift off, Nagi placed a tender kiss on her forehead, his love and regret evident in that simple gesture. He watched as her breathing steadied, feeling a mix of emotions but determined to make things right.
Carefully, he settled beside her, pulling the blanket over both of you. He observed the peaceful rhythm of her breathing as she slept, and he couldn’t resist planting another tender kiss on her forehead before joining (Name) in the land of dreams.
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NOTES. i hope u like it xue hehe sorry (not sorry) for the heartbreak in the beginning love u mwah
TAG LIST. @rintosei
LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3
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seiberries · 10 months
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Hiiiiii! Your blog is so cute omg! can I request headcanons about being manager of hakuho (nagi and reo school) school and rero nagi both have a crush on you? please, ignore it if it's uncomfortable request. thank you so much!
AHH thank you thank you!! it’s not uncomfortable at all, so i hope you like this!! <3
hakuho’s manager : hcs
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includes: mikage reo, nagi seishiro warnings: none!
after hakuho had a sudden popularity spike due to a certain duo, the coach of the soccer team decided that a manager was required to keep the boys in top shape.
that manager happened to be you, a responsible student, known for being helpful and prompt. you wanted the extra credit.
it didn’t take long before you started getting used to your role, scheduling practice matches and constantly being on stand by.
while you did join just for your grades originally, the universe decided otherwise. two on the team quickly catch your interest, the pair that catches everyone’s interests- mikage reo and nagi seishiro.
unbeknownst to you, you’ve caught theirs as well.
as the team’s star players, it was a guarantee from the get-go that you were going to spend the most time with them. they were the priority during arrangements.
but was this still a part of your job?
reo insisted on treating you for your hard work, bringing you to a high-end ice cream parlor.
you can’t complain, but the act of gratitude somewhat confuses you. he never really does this for anyone, his best friend being an exception. it’s then that the ice cream arrives, distracting you from your thoughts. they could wait until you’ve eaten.
though, this can’t be a part of your job either, you’re sure of it.
a certain seishiro heavy on your back after practice; he isn’t injured or in pain. he just requested to stay there, since it was a bother otherwise. a bother?
what?
you wonder when the boundaries between you all had disappeared; nowadays, you even walk home with them regularly.
oh, you have no idea about what’s actually going on.
mikage reo and nagi seishiro know that they both like you.
it’s to be expected, since the two are inseparable. they know when something is off about the other, just from the slightest change.
when the mikage asks about it, things become clear as daylight. there was no doubt, a mutual understanding was shared that day.
and so, a slightly petty war commenced. scratch slightly, it was really petty, on both ends.
reo would spoil you with everything, and more; your christmas is basically everyday. he’d take you to expensive places, ones that need a reservation months beforehand. he’d buy you vip tickets for concerts, despite the event being sold out weeks ago. “his love for you is like his card, it has no limits.” (if you get this reference, ily!)
nagi would sweep you away whenever the company heir had to attend to his responsibilities. he sticks to you like glue, the boy consistently clings. his head on your head, his chest pressed against your back- he’d share his warmth with you. he especially enjoys when you play together, regardless as to whether or not you’re any good. he’s simply content being next to you.
if reo buys you a new bag, nagi brings you to the arcade.
if nagi rests his head on your lap, reo has something made for you.
back and forth, forth and back, their efforts to win you over appear obvious as time goes on. they’re very persistent.
you know that something is going on at this point, not that you know what “something” is, yet.
when it’s the three of you hanging out- they act normally, in all fairness. your friendship as a trio remains the same.
it’s when either is left alone with you that they compete for your affections. fully aware that it’s your choice in the end, they see no harm in being convincing.
”do you have a moment? there’s somewhere i want to bring you, and something i need to tell you.”
”hey y/n... i have something to say. you won’t mind... right?”
good luck to you, who is in between two incredibly stubborn boys.
both are used to getting what they want, without fail. the question is, who do you want?
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nagiscap · 1 year
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OKAY SO I SEE IN YOUR RULES YOU WOULD BR GLAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR POC (especially black people 🤭)
SO CAN I REQUEST SEI, BACHIRA, AND ISAGI WITH A S/O WHO USES THE LINE “Is it bc I’m black 🤨” (my fav thing to say tbh 💪🏽) WHEN SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS OR THEY GET DISAGREED WITH ??! 😭
nagi, meguru and yoichi reacting to you saying is it because im black!
im back!! lol here is a little funny post im working on the other requests and i will probs update the schedule soon!
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yoichi isagi
man start fumbling his words and shit 
he is trying so hard to not get caught up 
“babe you know that’s not the reason” 
you double down and he’s is so embarrassed PLEASE
man is fighting for his life 
it reaches the point where he feels so bad that you just admit you were joking
he is so clueless and he does not want to hurt your feelings
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meguru bachira
bro just laughs like is falling off the bed and shit
he does wayyyy too much like it’s not that funny bro
like he laughs at all your jokes 
definitely hypes you up to say it to more people especially isagi 
starts telling everyone you’re super funny
you try to explain that almost every black person makes this joke
he doesn’t care you ARE the funniest person he knows now it’s official
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seishiro nagi
the type of guy to say yes and then laugh his ass off
bro thinks he’s in a cod lobby lmao 
he has you giggling and shit too 
seishiro is so UNSERIOUS 24/7
like this man does not care at all 
or he’ll just pretend you did not say it and keep talking 
man is not fazed like at all he is so used to you just saying anything
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yeonniesblog · 5 months
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— bllk boys reaction to you pranking them with nudes/exposing picture and telling them it wasn't meant for them.
nsfw words used. slight ooc remarks but it's just for fun | masterlist
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kokon0is · 1 year
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nagi is not really aware of his big dick, not like he cares, a penis is a penis he said, but my god, this dude is hung.
like i said he is not really aware, but not until you’re on top of him, and struggling to fit him inside you, “‘s too big sei—-aahh” you probably said this for a hundred times now, “you can take it, a little more, angel”
“so tight around me—hah” he threw his head back to the pillow while he kept his hands on your hips to guide you down “i guess im just too big for this pussy, angel” he is keeping himself from thrusting up to you as you’re clearly still struggling to ride him, he shuts his eyes when he felt you clenched around his dick “aahh…” het let out a breathy moan.
he can’t take this, he is trying his best to stop himself to just pick you and and fuck you while standing and thrust in you in a animalistic pace.
he snapped our of his thoughts when he felt your wet cunt rest on his lower stomach “i did it sei, i bottomed out” you flop on his chest and stayed like that, “hmm you did well, let me do the work, yeah?” nagi gave your head a pat.
“hold on to my shoulders angel, g’nna fuck you hard now”
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escapenightmare · 1 year
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soft n pouty bf nagi <3
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"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."
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rintosei · 11 months
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ADDICTED TO YOU
feat. nagi seishiro x gn! reader
prompt: “oh stop pouting, i’m coming." (from here!)
notes: missing my favorite boy lately ;-; also a short drabble because im still busy with studying for exams sobs
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"can you come over?" nagi asks through the phone, laying his head on his hands. "i miss you."
"what?" you let out a small laugh. "i just got home from our date and you miss me already?"
nagi pouts. "not my fault you're so cuddly. i just wanna spend the whole day with you."
looking at the time, it has only been thirty minutes since you've arrived home. "can't you wait until tomorrow? i've got lots of homework to do tonight," the pout on nagi's face did not leave, which made you sigh. "oh stop pouting, i'm coming."
before you hung up the phone, you heard nagi mumble, "see you soon, love you." which makes you shake your head with a small smile on your face.
you were thankful that you and nag didn't live too far apart, so you can walk there instead of taking the bus. as soon as you arrived at his apartment complex, you took the elevator, pressing the number 5.
nagi was probably waiting for you on his bed, and you know that once you knocked on his door, he would tell you to just come in, not bothering to get up.
true to what you had imagined, when you opened the door, you can hear nagi say, "come in." when you opened the door, however, nagi was running to you and immediately hugs you, almost making you fall to the ground.
"nagi-! hey, come on! i wasn't gone for that long!" you exclaimed, balancing your foot.
"missed you," he mumbled, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "wanted to cuddle with you."
you laughed, softly patting his head. "you're such a baby, did you know that?"
"mm, reo tells me that almost everyday," he replies. nagi notices your laptop bag and immediately frowns. "why'd you bring your laptop with you?"
you raised your eyebrows. "i have work to do, remember? since i'm here, might as well do my work here rather than postponing it to tomorrow."
"but i thought you wanted to cuddle?"
"you're the one that wanted me to come over, sei. the downside of having me here is i'm going to be busy working." you give him a big smile, innocently patting his head as well.
"that's so unfair," he whines, letting go of you. with that, he grabs your laptop bag and places it on the highest place in his room. "there, now you can't do your work."
you gaped. "nagi?! come on, seriously? i really need to do it today! i can't afford turning it late anymore because i will forget to do it tomorrow." you tried reaching for it but as expected, you can't.
"'s fine, just ask reo for the answer." he says so casually which made you sigh, thinking that you actually don't have any other choice but to comply.
"ugh, fine. but you better ask reo for me or else i will never forgive you and no cuddles for a week, got it?" you glared at him harshly but nagi doesn't give you any reaction, only nodding.
he pulls you to his bed, dropping down and immediately hugs you. "mm, this is better than hugging my pillow. you're so comfy."
you suppressed a laugh. "am i really?"
you feel him nod on your back, hugging you even tighter than before. "yes, really."
"hm, well thank you, i guess." you replied, laughing a little at how silly this conversation is. nagi's eyes were closed when you look up, and you can tell he's sleepy.
"you sleepy?" you asked softly.
nagi opens his eyes and nods. "mm, yeah. you're comfy and i'm really tired from today."
"you can sleep, it's okay. i'll be here when you wake up, promise." you say, and nagi smiles at you, closing his eyes as he rests his head on your chest.
"okay... goodnight." nagi replies sleepily.
"goodnight, sei." you say it back, kissing the top of his head and soon you fell asleep as well, resting your head on top of his.
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taglist: @hyomagiri @tim-shii @fallenssun @17020 @saetoshi @daiseukiis @inariezaki @venusbby @piichuu ♡
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ana-chan164 · 2 months
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• Blue lock boys with their kids ♡.
< part 1 >
{Nagi seishiro, Mikage reo, Isagi yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Itoshi sae and Itoshi rin}
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Artist in twitter: _nnt0k
@vampirenightmare
I'm really, really, really sorry because I was away for so long 😭😭, and I'm sorry for implementing your request so late. I was very busy with school and didn't have time to translate anything due to the difficulty of our studies and the school stage I am in now, in addition to the pressure on us with exams.. Finally, after much trouble, I took a 17-day vacation to rest from school ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ.
(I will post the second part now)
Hope you enjoy ♡.
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gojoroui · 3 months
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❛ MID LOOKING ❜
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cw: established relationship, nagi x gn! reader, nagi has beef w a kid, kid called you ‘mid looking’, reader is called girlfriend and used she prns once .
a/n: cr inspo to @adoregojo ! their works r rlly good (ˋ▽ˊ) i wanted it to be longer, but couldn’t make out what
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it wasn’t often you and nagi get to have a date in public — you both preferred having your dates at home or anything the doesn’t involve a lot of work or exercise.
they just end up cuddling or playing a couple games.
although, today you guys wanted to change things up a bit and have a cafe date. there wasn’t much walking since it was just a few blocks away from your apartment.
as you and nagi were eating your food outside at the patio, a small family appeared and sat just a table across from you guys.
you were focused on eating your desired food and didn’t notice how nagi was lazily admiring you. he couldn’t help but look at how adorable you looked with food stuffed in your cheeks. he was about to comment how cute you looked, but then a little boy walked up and commented something else instead.
“is she your girlfriend?”
nagi blinked at the kid and quickly glanced at you before answering with a ‘yeah’.
“she’s kinda mid looking.”
that snapped nagi. at that moment, nagi knew that the kid clearly doesn’t have any taste in looks. nor will that kid get a significant other with that kind of taste. ‘he probably doesn’t even have taste in life.’ thought nagi.
aside from nagi, you just laughed at the kid’s statement and continued with eating your meal. you obviously saw the statement as a joke; nagi saw the statement as an offensive insult.
nagi side eyed the kid before grabbing his hands and walking to the other side of the cafe. “ill be right back.” he told you before going.
“okay, look, i don’t have time to talk to a senseless kid that has no taste in people. but i just want you to know that you have no right to talk to my lover like that and call them ‘mid looking’. you got that?” that was clearly not a question. nagi wanted to say more, but he wasn’t in the mood to give a speech.
the kid slowly nodded and they both walked back to the patio in silence. awkwardly.
~
later on, you couldn’t make out why nagi kept bombarding you with compliments at how good looking you were.
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mymegumi · 11 months
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BLUE LINE BLISS ও NAGI SEISHIRO
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ CHAPTER 01 : WARM UPS
summary: nagi meets with his advisor and doesn’t procrastinate (does) wordcount: 3.1k
⠀ mlist | next
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“nagi,” the man in front of him presses a finger to his temple and rubs, as if trying to clear a headache away, “you don’t seem to understand the severity of what I’m trying to say to you, so let me explain it more clearly.”
nagi’s hardly listening as it is.
his academic advisor called him to his office in a succinct email that he’d almost deleted from his inbox. though, he hardly checked his school email anymore since it was all just spam about giving the college as much money as they could.
for the last half hour, though, it seemed as though his advisor was suggesting nagi was on some sort of shitlist for his grades, but he just didn’t understand why—he wasn’t at this university because of his grades. he was here because he played hockey better than one percent of the other college students in the country—why did it matter if he had a few c’s or d’s in his classes?
“you’re flunking out of blue lock university.”
nagi’s head snaps up from where he was looking at a suspiciously shaped stain on the rug to his advisor’s face. he’s not sure he heard the man right because, sure, he flunked his last statistics test and he forgot to hand in the last three anatomy labs, but that didn’t mean he was failing, did it?
he takes the paper his advisor slides across the desk and glances over the neat prose spelling out the fact that he is, indeed, currently failing out of university. but, he swears has an explanation—the all-japan championship is steadily approaching and his coach has been pushing the team to practice as much as they can. so, nagi has been practically eating, sleeping, and breathing hockey for the last two months. he hasn't even had time to call home.
not that he really did that to begin with, but he’s thought about calling home before, and it’s the thought that counts right?
“am i getting kicked out?” the words sound small and pathetic to his own ear and he wants to crawl into his skin to get away from the situation.
“no.” his advisor sighs, hands leafing through papers before settling on holding out a small packet that’s been stapled together. “however, if we can’t get your grades up within the next month, you’ll be placed on academic probation and lose your starting position on the team.”
oh, absolutely that’s not happening.
“i’ve advised a lot of student athletes before and they’ve all struggled to find a good balance between their sports and their schoolwork. it’s going to be a lot of effort, but if you work for it, there’s a good chance you can get your grades up enough before they need to be submitted for the semester.”
nagi leans back in the chair, something sharp is pressing against his lower back from his backpack, but there’s a sense of relief that overwhelms him. for a brief second, he thought he’d have to quit playing hockey.
“like i said,” the man hands over the packet, leaning forward in his desk and nagi meets him in the middle to take it from his outstretched hand, “it’ll be tough, but unless you want to say goodbye to your hockey career here at this university, this is your only option.”
“i can do it.”
there’s no hesitation, because if it means he can continue playing the sport he loves, there’s nothing he won’t do. there’s not a universe or reality in which nagi isn’t playing hockey, and if in this universe, he has to do some extra work or suck up to his teachers a bit harder to keep playing, he’s going to do it.
his advisor’s lips quirk up slightly at his determined statement and makes a gesture towards the packet in his hands. “that’s the list of assignments i’ve managed to gather from your professors that you seem to be missing and can turn in late. you failed your last couple of tests in statistics and received similarly low marks on your anatomy quizzes as well, but a few of your teachers have offered to allow you to retake them on the penalty of a five percent markdown, no matter what grade you receive.”
nagi cringes again. hearing all of his academic failures stated so plainly makes him realize how heavily he’d prioritized his sport’s career and begins to regret not putting more effort in when the semester first started.
“now, i’m concerned that you’ll be too far behind your peers to be able to complete this work on your own,” his advisor’s brow furrows, endlessly looking over nagi’s files, “so i think the best course of action would be to get a tutor. i’ve written down the number of the highest ranking student of your major and they’ve agreed to help if you so choose, you just need to get in contact with them.”
a tutor?
as if it wasn’t bad enough that his advisor was all but kicking nagi out of the university, now he’s going to have to work with another student to get his grades up. this person could end up airing out nagi’s dirty little secret to the rest of the university and if anyone on the hockey team hears about this, the whole school is going to hear about it. he loves his teammates, but damn, do those guys talk.
“okay.” nagi presses his lips into a line, wanting to escape the room now that he’s been told everything.
his advisor, seemingly noticing nagi’s change in behavior, leans back in his chair and crosses his hands across his chest. “alright, nagi, you can go now. please reach out if you need anything.”
nodding, nagi gets up from the chair and opens the door to an empty hallway. he’s grateful for the quiet and lack of students as he turns down the hallway and heads back to the dormitories.
walking towards his suite, shared between him and several of the hockey boys, he adjusts his bag and stares at the packet in his hands. scrawled on the front of a post-it attached to the paper is a number, but no name.
“fuck.” saying it to no one but himself, nagi can feel the creeping sense of anxiety he had been avoiding as soon as his advisor had emailed him creeping down his spine. he’d known that skipping almost all of his classes was bad, but the full severity of it hadn’t really settled in until the quiet moments of him walking back to his room.
he doesn’t even listen to any music on the walk back to his dorm.
“hey, man, what’d your advisor want?” isagi’s sitting at his desk and typing furiously on a document, hardly looking up when nagi first enters the triple they share with barou.
nagi debates telling Isagi, because that’s one of his best friends and he knows he could tell the blue-haired boy anything without any sort of judgment in return, but there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to admit that he might not be good enough or smart enough.
he gnaws on his lip quietly. “some dumb shit about my classes for next year.”
isagi snorts, turning his head to glance back at his white-haired friend. “that’s good, mine just wouldn’t stop talking about how she was so impressed with her last student.”
nagi’s mind starts to wander now, as Isagi turns back to his ‘stupid fucking english essay’ and enters into his work mode. he really doesn’t want to, but he should reach out to the student his advisor had said would tutor him.
fumbling with his phone, and sitting on his bed and scrolling through tiktok for about twenty minutes longer than he should have, he finally pulls the packet from his backpack and enters the number into his messenger app.
to: new number hey, i’m nagi seishiro. my advisor said you could help me with classes.
pressing the little blue arrow before he can think better of it, he shoves his phone out of his hands and hops off of his bed. feeling a bit antsy now, nagi begins to tidy up his desk seeing as it’s become the home of all of his dirty and clean laundry from the last two or three weeks. piled high with practice jerseys and gym clothes, he finally tucks it all away into his laundry bin and throws his detergent on top of the dirty clothes.
no time like the present to clean his clothes and procrastinate seeing if the tutor’s messaged him back.
walking down to the laundry room, nagi ruminates on whether or not he made the right choice.
it’s not like he’s scared. he’s gone head to head with some of the best centers and wingmen in the country before, he’s not scared of one of his fellow students—especially not someone he’s never even met before. truthfully, the entire walk back to his shared suite, he was tempted to not even message the number his advisor had written down, since he was almost certain that if he really put his mind to it, he could just get all of his assignments turned in. it didn’t matter if the grades were a’s or even b’s, he just needed to get a passing mark on them.
but then he thought about how hard some of his hockey teammates had pushed themselves when it came to their grades. there were times that reo wouldn’t even answer his text messages for hours if there was a project that he had to work on. chigiri had even locked kunigami out of their room of the suite when the ginger had caused him to fall behind the schedule he’d made up in his head.
there were people that were fighting to keep their heads above water and keep their academic records clear and it wouldn’t be fair to them or to the team to keep giving such a half-assed performance. he wants to show them that they could trust in their teammate on the ice, and even in school. he doesn’t want a single of his teammates to pity him or his grades.
so, in actuality, he needs this tutor.
he’s not the best at studying or figuring out how to manage his time well. it’s how it was so easy for him to put school on his back burner when things were starting to get a bit more exciting regarding his practices and self-guided exercises.
when he gets back to the suite, reo and kunigami are sitting on the couch in the common room with a bowl of popcorn sitting in between them, the tv is channeled into an american hockey game and they’re both giving it their rapt attention. reo gives him a smile and a quick ‘hey nagi’ before his attention is back on the screen, and kunigami doesn’t even turn his head to look at him—though he does wave briefly.
his phone is still sitting on his bed when he gets back to the room, and as he moves to shut the door, isagi makes a noise.
“i’m done writing my paper, can we leave the door open for now?” isagi is still sitting in his chair, but it seems like he’s got his feet propped up on the desk with his phone sitting on his lap.
nagi leaves the door open and enters the room fully, putting his laundry on the floor in front of his dresser and begins to put his clothes away. coming from the common room is the sound of the american commentators’ voices and the faint sound of cheering as the game continues on. his phone doesn’t buzz.
“can’t believe that coach isn’t making us practice tonight.” isagi throws the comment out into the air, eyes downcast on his phone as he continues scrolling idly.
nagi nods, but remembering that his friend is currently screen-occupied, says instead, “yeah, any idea why?”
isagi makes a snorting sound. “no freakin’ clue, but I’m grateful for the day off. probably gonna go into town and just sit in the park or something.”
“you’re just gonna sit in the park?” nagi turns to his roommate and raises an eyebrow at him. damn, his phone still hasn’t gone off at all, yet.
“okay, probably not that, but, we’re free for the night, dude, isn’t that exciting?”
nagi waits a minute, just staring at his best friend as he starts to narrow his eyes. isagi stares back at him, the picture of pure innocence as he tries to figure out what nagi is scrutinizing him for.
“you’re going to the rink to practice tonight anyways, aren’t you?” he says it accusingly, hands folding his laundry lazily.
isagi slumps in his chair, chin pressing against his chest as he sighs deeply and loudly. “yes…”
nagi makes a tsk noise, shaking his head and turning back to his laundry. he wonders if his phone buzzing was his imagination or not. “the park’ll miss you.”
“practice with me tonight?” nagi knows that if he looks into his eyes he’ll see big, bright eyes with excess amounts of hope in them. he doesn’t know why isagi bothers with the puppy dog eyes, he knows that nagi’s gonna show up to the rink tonight either way.
“maybe. there’s a bruins game tonight i wanted to watch.” never one to miss an opportunity to give his friend a hard time, he plays coy. his laundry basket is almost empty now, and nagi begins calculating in his head what to do next. he thinks he deserves a good break.
“just watch a recording when we come back, i’ll watch it with you.” isagi usually always curls up in bed after practice, so for him to watch a hockey game with him afterwards means he’s serious.
“really?”
finally finishing folding his clothes, he glances at his phone resting amongst his sheets before deciding to continue avoiding it and laying on the floor instead. staring up at the ceiling, he interlaces his hands together before resting them on his stomach. he thinks about what exercise he should focus on at practice today.
“yes, really. if we can get bachira, chigiri and reo to practice with us, do you think kunigami would come, too?”
“probably not, but you can ask.” ever since he’d gone home to visit family, he’d been different. not in a bad way, but it was such a noticeable change that even nagi had asked isagi about it after kunigami had come back to the dorms. he seemed to hate extra practice with the team, now.
“we just need a sixth person for 3v3’s but barou went to visit family today.” the only one missing from the triplet, barou had noisily exclaimed that he was going to head home for the weekend after his classes on friday ended. he tearfully gave nagi a noogie and punched isagi so hard on the shoulder it left a slight bruise.
“is rin around?” nagi personally doesn’t see why everyone is so crazy about rin, but he guesses from an objective viewpoint the man is handsome and a damn good center.
“i’m not sure. i know him and sae go home most weekends, but i can see if he’s still on campus.” isagi sighs deeply as he gets up from his chair, crawling up the bunk bed he shares with barou before finally settling down in his bed. he frowns deeply before he says, “if we have to, i guess i could ask kaiser, but i really hope he doesn’t drag ness with him.”
“who the hell is ness?”
“doesn’t matter.” isagi shakes his head at nag admonishingly. there’s a brief pause before isagi says something again. “you can check your phone, you know.”
“what?” nagi blinks at isagi—had he really noticed?
“i mean, you’ve been glancing at it the entire time we’ve been talking. feel free to check it while we talk, man, it’s okay.” he gestures to the bed and stares at nagi, fully expecting the man to get up and get his phone.
not one to be under the scrutinizing gaze of his roommate, he peels himself off of the dorm floor and takes his phone off of his bed. unlocking the screen, he sees a few new messages. the first one he reads is your name, which he enters into his contacts, then followed by a string of miscellaneously subjected messages.
from: you nice to meet you. when do you want to meet up? is tomorrow at noon okay, we can go to the cafe on main.
nagi feels the pit of anxiety that had settled itself so deeply into his stomach start to unravel. he’s not sure what he expected, but he’s pleasantly surprised that you seem so normal and kind at a glance. he had mainly been nervous that you would be a stickler for the rules right off the bat and scold him for his lack of effort in school.
to: you that’s fine with me. i’ll try to be over quick since we have morning practice, but i’ll let you know if i’ll be late?
he pauses, hands hovering over his screen as he worries at his bottom lip. nagi normally doesn’t have issues texting or conversing with people but this is such an unusual experience for him that he can’t help but get a bit anxious all over again. to err on the side of caution, he types out another message quickly before sending it.
thank you for helping me.
“who’re you texting all serious like that?” isagi raises an eyebrow at nagi as he furrows his brows at him. “someone you like?”
isagi wiggles his eyebrows at his last sentence, accompanying it with a little back and forth of his shoulders and hips that makes him look reminiscent of a worm. the image of isagi as a worm makes nagi snort and he tries to cover it up by pretending to cough. from the glare isagi is shooting him, though, he doesn’t think it works.
“uh, not really.” nagi wasn’t prepared for his friend to start asking questions. he doesn’t really want to tell anyone he got a tutor yet—or at all—so he just purses his lips as he turns his head away. he hopes isagi will forgive him for lying. “it’s no one important.”
from: you that’s fine. if you run late, you owe me a coffee.
nagi rolls his eyes with a small smile on his face. already he can tell that the two of you will at least be able to be friendly with each other and he’s hopeful that this experience won’t be more mortifying than it already is.
he’s too preoccupied texting you back to notice isagi trying to see what he’s doing.
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forget school, this s’comfier.
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synopsis: you need to get ready for school, but seishiro has other plans for both of you today. well, just like every other day actually.
pairing: seishiro nagi x gn!reader
a/n: believe it or not, but this is my dream scenario🤭 oh, and please excuse the silly dialogue; i know it's dumb😩 also, sorry for deleting the original one. it’s just that tumblr had for some reason decided to label it as mature, so i had to repost it🥺
warnings: none, except for nagi using the word “prostitute” once. i’s not what you think, i swear!😭 there’s nothing suggestive behind it! sei is just oblivious af, srsly.
word count: 1.1k
ps: i want to emphasize that i have immense respect for individuals who persevere through challenging circumstances, regardless of their backgrounds. i don't intend to discriminate or disrespect anyone. this idea just crossed my mind, and i couldn't help but indulge in it. i admire people who continue to push forward despite the difficulties they face, and i will never disrespect them for simply doing whatever they can to overcome their challenges.
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You huffed frustratedly as you tried to squeeze yourself out of the strong grip. Seishiro’s large body was draped over you like a thick, warm, but also very heavy blanket. Usually you would enjoy it, but the aggressive rays of sunshine were just by luck landing on your body, which made the added warmth emitting from your boyfriend only bothersome.
(E/c) colored eyes squinted harshly due to the annoying brightness that was streaming through the window. A grunt escaping your lips as you tried to push the sleeping giant off of you.
“Sei, wake up!” You whined, palms pushing against his chest firmly, but also with a hint of gentleness. The boy, however, only tightened his grip in response as he snuggled closer to you.
“Five more minutes,” he replied, voice muffled and puffs of air coming from his mouth sending ticklish sensations over your neck, causing you to giggle. Alas, no matter how much you wanted to, you simply couldn’t indulge the boy. Your teacher had said that you would be having an exam today and you had been cramming like crazy over the weekend for it.
“You literally said that half an hour ago,” you said, a childish pout etching itself on your lips. His answer didn't surprise you whatsoever; it had practically become a daily routine for both of you.
Every morning, you would try to coax Seishiro into freeing you from his confinement, and without fail, you received the same responses. They always varied between “Five more minutes” and “But you're so comfy, (Y/n).” On some days, when he felt particularly needy, he would say, “Can't you just ask Reo to bribe the teacher for you?”
He would always say that as if he didn't attend the same school or share classes with you. However, the most frustrating aspect was that you consistently stayed in bed, leading to scoldings from the teacher whenever you arrived. Well, Seishiro, for the most part. They weren't as strict with you because, unlike the lazy titan, you always studied hard and achieved good grades.
“Come on, Sei,” you huffed, giving him an exasperated look. “You know how much I’ve been studying for this algebra test.”
“You didn’t need to do that,” he muttered groggily, face nuzzling further into the crook of your exposed neck. “Excuse you, one of us has to go to school to get a degree and then a job. Or did you forget that you need to work to earn a living?”
“Work is such a hassle,” was the only response that you received and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. That was just such a Seishiro thing to say.
“I could be your personal prostitute though,” you blinked at that, the boy’s words not fully registering in your brain. Seishiro, on the other hand, was staring at you with his usual nonchalant expression, urging you to believe for a second that it might have been just your imagination. But the clock keeps ticking, and Seishiro is tilting his head as if he’s awaiting a response.
Suddenly, you feel the way your face begins to heat up. A part of you is pretty damn sure that you must be looking like a human-sized tomato by now. You try to speak, but nothing’s coming out, and for the first time since you woke up, you find yourself completely speechless.
“H-Huh?”
“Y’know, ‘cause you’ll be working for us both, which means you’ll basically be paying for me loving you,” he mumbled sleepily, his face now resting on your chest, much to your embarrassment. Your mouth keeps opening and closing, but no words come out, making you look like a fish. Seishiro remains completely oblivious, however, as you start squirming in his strong embrace.
“H-How c-can you sah-say that so ca-casually?” Seishiro arched an eyebrow at you, grayish eyes peering up at you quizzically.
Heart squeezing harshly at the way he was looking at you, beating so loudly you could practically hear it echoing inside your eardrums. You just couldn’t take it, he looked so innocent it almost made you burst. How he could say something like that without even batting an eyelash was beyond you.
Seishiro blinked at you, chin resting on your chest as he gazed up at you lazily. “Aren’t prostitutes paid to love someone because they don’t have a job?”
“Sei,” you trailed off, eyeing him hesitantly as he watched you with nothing but sincere perplexity. There was a moment of silence where neither of you did anything but stare at each other. Then your hand cupped his cheek, thumb caressing it tenderly as you looked at him with a sweet yet awkward expression. Seishiro didn't mind, however, simply leaning into your touch.
“You think prostitutes are actually romantic partners that refuse to have a job?” He tilted his head, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing second, as the softness of your voice worked like a lullaby for the white-haired boy. The blush on your cheeks had long gone fainter, as did the erratic beating of your vulnerable heart. Seishiro hummed at your inquiry, head bobbing sleepily as he was trying to nod in confirmation.
Hands brushing through his snow white locks, your (e/c) colored eyes looked at him with a fond expression. The fact that he managed to doze off so quickly was something you found utterly adorable and you couldn’t help but snicker with amusement at what a big baby he was. But then you paused, which urged the boy that was lying on top of you to furrow his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.
Lips pressing into a thin line, you spoke, “Sei, we still need to get ready for school.” The boy, however, ignored you in favor of his long awaited cuddles — as if he hadn’t been cuddling you the whole evening prior.
“Sei!” you whispered-yelled, right eye twitching in annoyance and embarrassment as the boy nuzzled himself further into your body. A sigh of contentment escaped his lips, and his face displayed nothing but pure bliss, as if he were in heaven. Another blush appeared on your face, and you felt as though you might faint. God, what were you supposed to do with this gigantic puppy dog?
“Don’t fall asleep damn it! We’re going to be late!”
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