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I don't want Qifrey to become a Brimmed Hat, but if he did, this is the design that would cause me the most emotional damage. My headcanon is that Olly made the tassel glow to keep Qifrey warm, despite it all...
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nagi's son having a jealousy streak
part one
you were in the middle of slicing fruit for your son’s lunch box when you heard the faint sound of his tiny feet padding across the floor. it was early, the sun barely peeking through the curtains, and nagi was still half-asleep on the couch, one arm hanging off the side like he’d melted there overnight.
you hummed to yourself as you packed the small bento—apple slices shaped like stars, his favorite sandwich, and one of those cute little yogurt drinks. your son peeked in from the hallway, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking up just like nagi’s when he wakes up. you swore sometimes they were carbon copies, down to the sleepy pout and stubborn bedhead.
you turned when your phone buzzed and picked it up. “hello? yes, this is for a prenatal check-up… uh-huh, around seven weeks along, yes.”
you didn’t notice your son standing by the corner, clutching his plush shark tightly. he frowned, confusion crossing his face. prenatal? seven weeks? check-up? his little brain did the math—well, not really math, more like a gut feeling—and came to one tragic conclusion.
mama was getting another baby.
he blinked, betrayed. his grip on the plush shark tightened. no way. she already has me. and papa. why would she want another one?
he stomped off, face scrunched in indignation, nearly tripping over nagi’s sneakers that were just randomly lying in the middle of the floor. nagi snorted softly in his sleep, muttering, “mmm… five more minutes, babe…” completely oblivious to the emotional crisis happening ten feet away.
by the time you were ready to drop your son off at preschool, he was oddly quiet. no whining about socks. no rambling about dinosaurs. no asking if nagi was gonna pick him up after practice. you crouched down to fix his collar. “hey, baby, where’s my morning kiss?”
he just crossed his little arms and turned away.
“baby?”
“don’t wanna.”
you blinked. “don’t wanna what?”
he refused to answer, clutching his plush shark tighter as if it could protect him from you.
you smiled awkwardly at his teacher, who gave you a sympathetic look as she led him inside. your heart sank a bit. maybe he was tired? or maybe he had a fight with his classmate again? you brushed it off, heading to your appointment while mentally noting to talk to him later.
after your appointment, you couldn’t stop smiling. hearing the faint little heartbeat made your eyes sting with happy tears—you were already imagining how to surprise nagi and your son tonight. maybe a little dinner at home, something simple and sweet. you even bought a small white onesie that said player two loading… because, well, nagi would get a kick out of that.
you picked your son up from preschool in the afternoon. he climbed into his seat silently, staring out the window with that same little pout.
“hey, baby,” you said softly. “did something happen at school?”
“no.”
“then why so quiet?”
he kicked his legs lightly, clearly torn between keeping the secret and exploding. finally, his bottom lip trembled. “i don’t want it.”
“don’t want what, sweetheart?”
“the baby!” he blurted out, eyes filling with tears. “i don’t want it! you already have me!”
you froze. “...oh.” so that’s what this was.
his tiny fists balled up in his lap. “you’re gonna love the baby more and forget about me! and papa already steals you all the time—he hugs you too much!”
you had to bite back a laugh at that. so it’s both jealousy and seishiro-related trauma.
you pulled over and turned to face him, gently brushing his hair back. “hey, listen to me, okay? i’m always gonna love you. nothing’s gonna change that. you’ll still get my hugs, my kisses, my bedtime stories—everything. you’ll just have someone new to share them with.”
“but… what if you love them more?” he whispered.
you smiled and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “not possible. my heart just gets bigger, that’s all.”
“you promise?”
“i promise.”
he sniffled, finally letting you hug him tight. he mumbled something like “okay” into your shirt, and you couldn’t help but smile into his hair.
when you got home, nagi was sitting on the couch again, half-wrapped in a blanket, scrolling on his phone with that lazy posture that somehow screamed both “professional athlete” and “permanent couch ornament.”
“yo,” he greeted, eyes still on his screen. “you’re back.”
“mhm. and so is someone’s attitude,” you said, glancing at your son.
nagi peered up lazily. “huh? what’d he do this time?”
before you could answer, your son suddenly blurted out, “mama’s having a baby!”
you froze mid-step. nagi blinked slowly, phone lowering. “…huh?”
you looked at your son, who instantly realized what he said and gasped, slapping both hands over his mouth.
nagi’s brows lifted. “wait, for real?” he turned to you, expression brightening. “we’re having another one?”
you sighed, placing a hand on your hip. “so much for the surprise.”
his lips curled into a lazy grin as he pushed himself off the couch. “that’s crazy, babe. guess i gotta train harder now. more mouths to feed.”
you laughed softly. “you already complain about training every day.”
“yeah, but now i’ll complain with purpose,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you. “we’re seriously having another one? that’s kinda wild.”
“mhmm.”
“can i tell reo?”
“after dinner.”
your son, still sulking, muttered, “see? he’s already taking your attention again.”
nagi looked down at him, smirking. “jealous of your old man, huh?”
“you always take mama’s hugs!”
“well, that’s because she loves me the most.” nagi said it so casually that your son’s gasp was audible.
“no, she doesn’t!” he stomped his foot. “she loves me!”
you pressed your fingers to your temples. “you’re both ridiculous.”
“see?” nagi leaned down, whispering conspiratorially to the boy. “she didn’t deny it.”
you rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead. “don’t teach him your nonsense.”
nagi just grinned and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “so who’s it gonna be? another me or another you?”
“hopefully not another you,” you said, deadpan.
“ouch.”
your son, meanwhile, latched onto your leg, pouting. “but mama loves me the most, right?”
you knelt down and cupped his cheeks. “i love both of you equally. and i’ll love the baby just as much.”
nagi made a fake offended sound. “both? what about me? am i chopped liver?”
you gave him a look. “you’re an oversized baby. you’re included.”
he grinned, clearly satisfied. “nice. family ranking secured.”
you snorted, shaking your head as your son wriggled between you two, yelling, “nooo! papa’s stealing again!”
nagi laughed, scooping him up and tossing him gently in the air. “guess i’ll just keep stealing you both then.”
you stood there watching your two boys—your sleepy, overgrown one and your clingy, jealous little one—filling the living room with laughter. your heart felt full.
later that night, after what could only be described as controlled chaos, the house was finally quiet. nagi had just barely survived bath time—which included him accidentally squirting half a bottle of baby shampoo on both himself and your son (“it’s fine, babe, at least we’re clean and smell nice,” he’d said, looking like a sad bubble creature)—and your son was still giggling about it even as you helped him brush his teeth.
“two stories tonight, okay?” you reminded him once he was tucked into his little bed.
“three,” he negotiated, holding up three fingers with the confidence of a seasoned lawyer.
“two,” you said firmly, though the corners of your lips betrayed you.
he sighed dramatically, flopping back against his pillow. “fine. but they have to be good ones.”
you read the very hungry caterpillar and the little prince, his favorite combo. by the time you closed the second book, his eyelids were heavy, his plush shark tucked under his chin. you leaned down, kissed his forehead, and whispered, “goodnight, baby. stay in your room, okay? promise?”
he nodded sleepily, murmuring, “promise.”
you smiled, turning off the lamp and tiptoeing out of the room. peace at last.
you slipped into bed beside nagi, who was sprawled diagonally like he was trying to claim every inch of space available. his hair was messy, his phone screen dimly lighting his face. he was half-awake, scrolling through videos with that lazy focus unique to him.
“you’re still up?” you mumbled, crawling under the blanket.
“couldn’t sleep,” he muttered, yawning halfway through. “reo sent another compilation of cats knocking things over. kinda relatable.”
you rolled your eyes, curling up beside him. “go to sleep, sei.”
“’m trying,” he mumbled, putting his phone face-down. “you’re too comfy though. distracting.”
you gave him a light kick under the blanket. “goodnight.”
for about ten blissful minutes, the room was quiet—until you heard it. a faint creak. then the soft patter of tiny feet.
before you could even lift your head, the blanket rustled and something small wedged itself between you and nagi.
“mama,” your son whispered, voice sleepy and small. “can i sleep here?”
you blinked, staring down at his tiny form as he burrowed between you two with his plush shark in tow. “baby, you promised you’d stay in your room tonight.”
“i changed my mind,” he said simply, already half-asleep again.
you sighed, brushing his hair back. “sei,” you whispered toward nagi’s side of the bed, “did you leave the door unlocked again?”
there was a pause, followed by nagi’s low, drowsy mumble. “mm… maybe.”
“you always ‘maybe,’” you whispered accusingly.
“’cause i knew he’d come anyway,” he said, voice muffled by the pillow. one long arm lazily reached out and wrapped around both you and your son, pulling you close until you were all in a warm, sleepy tangle.
“you’re both warm,” nagi murmured, clearly pleased with himself. “perfect blanket combo.”
“you’re hopeless,” you sighed.
“you love it,” he countered softly.
you were about to respond when your son, voice faint and thick with sleep, mumbled, “mama… we need a bigger bed.”
you froze, biting back a laugh. “a bigger bed?”
“mhm,” he hummed. “so when my baby sibling comes… they can sleep here too. i want them to feel your love too.”
you blinked, heart doing that melty thing that always happened when he said something unexpectedly sweet.
nagi let out a sleepy chuckle behind you, breath warm against your neck. “he’s got a point, though. we’re running outta space.”
“you don’t even stay on your side of the bed,” you whispered.
“that’s ‘cause my side’s wherever you are.”
“corny,” you muttered, even as your lips curved into a smile.
nagi hummed lazily. “you like it.”
you reached down to smooth your son’s hair, and he instinctively grabbed your hand, snuggling closer. nagi’s hand joined yours soon after, his fingers brushing yours as he idly caressed your son’s soft hair. for a moment, it was quiet again, just the hum of the night and the soft rhythm of your breathing.
then your son started mumbling in his sleep.
“i’ll… share my toys…” he whispered, voice slurred with dreams. “and my snacks… but not the gummy bears… maybe one…”
you pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh.
“he’s bargaining in his sleep,” nagi said in amusement, his tone soft.
“just like you when i ask you to share your chips,” you teased.
nagi huffed a small laugh. “see? he’s my mini-me.”
“mm. let’s hope he doesn’t inherit your energy levels too,” you whispered.
“hey,” nagi murmured, feigning offense. “i have energy. i just save it for important things.”
“like what?”
“like hugging you.”
you rolled your eyes, cheeks warming despite yourself. “you’re ridiculous.”
“efficient,” he corrected, his voice getting sleepier. “big difference.”
your son stirred again, mumbling softly, “i’ll protect the baby… from monsters… and papa’s snoring…”
you and nagi both froze before quietly snickering.
“traitor,” nagi whispered.
“he’s not wrong,” you whispered back, grinning.
nagi leaned in close enough that his breath brushed your ear. “you snore too, y’know.”
you gasped quietly. “i do not.”
“yeah, you do,” he murmured. “tiny ones. like… pffft pffft.”
you smacked his chest lightly, trying not to laugh too loud and wake your son. “stop—”
he chuckled lazily, arm tightening around you both. “can’t. too comfy.”
you sighed, giving up as you snuggled closer, your son squished safely between the two of you like the warmest little burrito.
“sei,” you whispered softly. “we really might need a bigger bed soon.”
“mm,” he mumbled. “king size… family upgrade.”
“that’s what you said when we got a cat.”
“yeah, but this time i mean it,” he said, voice fading into drowsy warmth.
you smiled in the dark, fingers tracing little circles on your son’s back. his breathing was even now, peaceful, and every once in a while, he’d mumble something adorable like, “baby can borrow my crayons… but not the blue one…”
you met nagi’s gaze in the dim light, both of you fighting back laughs.
“he’s gonna be the sweetest big brother,” you whispered.
nagi hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. “he’s got your heart. your softness. my looks. unbeatable combo.”
“your arrogance too,” you teased.
“can’t be perfect without flaws,” he murmured, grin audible in his tone.
you rolled your eyes, but your chest felt warm—so full it almost ached. you leaned back into him, your little family tucked safely between the sheets, the room filled with the sound of gentle breaths and occasional sleepy mumbling about gummy bears.
“goodnight, sei,” you whispered.
“’night, mama,” he mumbled automatically.
nagi’s voice followed, low and lazy. “’night, my girl. and my guys.”
“sei,” you whispered again, amused, “you’re not allowed to call the baby ‘my guy’ before we even know.”
“too late,” he said softly, already drifting off. “called dibs.”
and somewhere between his drowsy chuckles and your son’s sleepy murmurs about protecting his “mini baby,” you realized you didn’t actually need a bigger bed—because somehow, even in the tiniest space, there was always enough room for all the love in the world.
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❤︎ ໋𓈒 nagi’s a freak !
although it might be unexpected, nagi is a complete freak. he’ll complain about how it’s annoying to get messy during sex, whining that it’ll be a hassle to clean up, but he absolutely loves when you’re drooling beneath him, stuffed so full of him with thick ropes of his cum everywhere on your body.
his cum is dripping out of your swollen pussy in sticky trails, smeared along your thighs and pooling beneath you on the sheets. you’re shaking, mouth parted as you try to catch your breath, but nagi? he’s jerking his cock lazily on top of you while his half lidded eyes roam over the mess he made. there’s cum leaking from your pussy, some drying against your stomach, and even some on your chest and collarbones from when he’d finished there the first time.
“look so good like this, angel,” he breathes out, like he’s hypnotized. “s’fucking everywhere…”
he grabs his phone off the mattress, taking photos of your pussy that's all stretched out and dripping. his voice drops into a whisper, thumb tapping the screen while he breathes out, “g’nna cum again just lookin’ at you like this.”
you whimper softly, and he hums like he’s soothed by it, thumb swiping across his phone lazily before tossing it aside. “wanna fuck it back in,” he mumbles, voice quiet but certain as he shifts closer again, cock pressing against your entrance as he nudges it in, groaning against your neck.
“still so full,” he says, almost to himself. “but it’s spilling out... wasting it…”
he’s already lazily pumping his cock in and out of you again, your pussy puffy and overstimulated. “feels even better messy,” he breathes out, head tipping as he watches his cock disappear into your soaked hole. “just one more time, baby, wanna cum on your stomach again. maybe your face too…”
and when he cums again, filling your pussy up to the brim as you let out the most high pitched whimpers of “seishiro.. mmh— so good..”, he lets out a low whine, “fuck, angel… s’pretty. wanna stay like this forever.”
you can’t even respond, eyes barely being kept open, your body already so tired as you fight the urge to fall asleep. that is, until you hear nagi mutter a low grumble as his thumb smears the cum around your swollen cunt sloppily, “shit, i need more pictures..”
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꒰ day 19 ⋆ nagi seishiro ⋆ lazy sex + cum stuffing ꒱
one thing you learned from this relationship was to not underestimate nagi seishiro’s laziness. because he’s soooo lazy to the point where he doesn’t even put in effort to fuck you right. yet somehow, he always has you in shambles, crying his name as he’s balls deep inside you, even when he barely does anything.
you’re both curled on your sides, nagi’s arm wrapped around your body, trapping you while he pushed in from behind, chest flush against your back. he didn’t bother to set a rhythm or pace, hardly even moving. his plan was to just keep himself buried to the hilt, deep enough for his blunt head to press right on your cervix, where the slightest shift of his hips would have you screaming. “sei—too deep—it hurts..” you whined, fingers digging into the sheets while he continued keeping himself there, his lips making contact with your shoulders before murmuring against your skin, “just give it a second, baby. gonna make you feel good soon.” he pulled his lips away with a wet smack, strings of saliva still clinging onto your skin where a mark bloomed, pulling his hips back a minuscule amount before grinding against your cervix again.
you squirmed in his arms, a cry slipping out of your mouth as both pain and pleasure swirled inside you. it hurt, but it hurt so good, making your body twitch as it ached for more. nagi hummed watching the way you grinded against him, your ass backing up into his pelvis desperately. “so needy..” he mumbled before pulling back slightly then sinking in — actually moving this time, though still with a lack of effort — just barely giving you the friction that you craved. would it be wrong to be a little more greedy?
“more, sei.. haah—want more..” you were restless now, desire accumulating into something your couldn’t resist, frantically fucking yourself on his length, moving independently. “hm, need it that bad, baby?” he whispered into your ear, arms sliding in between your thighs. “i’ll help you out, ‘kay?” he said as he massaged your bundle of nerves, rubbing lazy circles while you did all the work, whimpers endlessly slipping out of your mouth.
your body jolted when he added pressure to your clit, thighs trembling as the pleasure got overwhelming, heat surging through your whole body. he occasionally bucked into you when you clenched too hard, groaning into your ear as your walls dragged themselves on his length, producing loud squelches with every piston of his cock inside you. he was throbbing hard, and so were you — walls fluttering when you reached your limit, feeling the coil in your stomach snapping. “shit—squeezin’ me so tight—“ nagi grunted, unable to move. so instead, he pulled you down on his cock, burying himself deep inside as he spilled inside, filling you up with thick, hot spurts of cum.
the bedsheets were soaked, and you were spent despite not moving much. he had already pulled out, but still, he wasn’t done — stuffing his cum back in with his fingers when they leaked out. “‘s not staying in, baby.” he muttered, pausing for a moment before lining himself up against your entrance again. “sei, what’re you—“
“gotta keep it in.” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “wanna keep you full of me.”
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I need a part 2 to that Nagi x reader one from a couple of days ago, omg it was so good I am begging on my hands and knees 🙏🙏🙏
FREAK LIKE ME!
||| FEATURING: NAGI SEISHIRO X FEM USER
||| 18+, MDNI ── .✦ pervert!nagi, shower sex, unprotected sex, size kink, cursing, creampie, petnames, dacryphilia, degrading, praising, smut to fluff
PREVIOUS PART: HERE
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NAGI WHO RANDOMLY GETS HARD AROUND YOU
||| FEATURING: NAGI SEISHIRO X FEM READER
||| 18+, MDNI ── .✦ pervert!nagi, jerking off, size kink, thigh fetish, cursing, somnophilia
||| SUMMARY: nagi doesn't understand his strange feelings for you, but he knows it isn't platonic anymore. rather than trying to ignore them, he finds it less of a hassle to just fully indulge in them.
part two: here
angel
when the boy who always calls you "angel" refuses to admit his feelings, you're left with no choice but to say yes to someone else—forcing him to realize too late that losing you was never part of the game.
starring. nagi seishiro x fem!reader ft. mikage reo
genre: fluff, romance, mild angst, cupid!reo, reo is stressed, nagi's so dense
wc: 10.3k
nagi's son who looks and acts like him
part two
you always thought nagi was clingy, but nothing could’ve prepared you for having a son who looked exactly like him—and somehow acted even worse.
your little boy had his own room, decorated perfectly with his favorite things. soft walls painted his favorite color, shelves lined with toys, a big plush bed with a comforter that matched his tiny personality. you thought he’d be excited to have his own space, finally able to call a room his own. but no matter how many times you tucked him in there, kissed him goodnight, and told him sweet dreams, he always ended up sneaking into your room in the middle of the night.
“baby, you have your own room,” you’d tell him, already half-asleep as he wriggled between you and nagi, clutching his stuffed toy and rubbing at his tired eyes.
“don’t like it,” he mumbled against your arm, voice muffled but determined. “smells better here. smells like mama.”
from behind you, nagi let out a sleepy chuckle, his voice low and raspy from just waking. “he’s got a point.”
“sei, you’re not helping,” you grumbled, carding your fingers through your son’s messy white hair.
“‘s true, though.” nagi’s arm lazily tightened around your waist, making sure he had his spot secured as well.
and just like that, your bed became home base for not one but two velcro boys. nagi’s long arm always thrown lazily over both you and your son, as if he was reclaiming his territory, while your son’s tiny hands refused to let go of your shirt, even in his sleep.
mornings weren’t much easier. you usually woke up pinned—your son starfished across your chest, drooling into your shirt and snoring softly, while nagi coiled around your waist like a human-sized snake, his face buried in your neck and his breathing steady.
“mamaaa, don’t go,” your son whined when you tried to sit up, still half-asleep but immediately aware of your movement.
“stay, babe,” nagi muttered in the exact same tone, tightening his hold without even opening his eyes.
you groaned, flopping your head back against the pillow. “if i don’t get up, who’s going to cook breakfast?”
“delivery…” nagi mumbled without missing a beat.
“delibewy!” your son chirped, copying his dad perfectly, lips curling into a sleepy grin.
you sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “i’ve basically got twins.”
in the kitchen, it wasn’t any better. nagi leaned against the counter, watching you cook with hooded eyes like it was entertainment, while your son clung to your leg like a koala, making it nearly impossible to move from one counter to another.
“hungryyy,” nagi dragged out the word, his voice pitched just enough to sound pathetic.
“hungryyyyy,” your son echoed immediately, tugging at your shirt dramatically, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
you pinched the bridge of your nose. honestly, you didn’t know who needed actual attention more—your real baby or your oversized one.
by the time you managed to herd them into the living room, you thought you’d get a break. wrong. the moment you sat on the couch, nagi sprawled across your lap, long legs dangling over the side, head pillowed comfortably on your stomach. then your son came toddling over, climbing up onto the little sliver of space left, determined to wedge himself in.
“mama’s lap is mine!” he huffed, pushing at nagi’s side with his tiny hands.
“hey, don’t copy me,” nagi muttered, refusing to move and tightening his grip around your waist like a stubborn child.
“i copy you,” your son shot back smugly, puffing his cheeks in victory.
you looked between the two of them, their matching pouts making your head spin. it was like staring at a smaller, louder version of nagi arguing with the original. “see what you’ve created?” you glared at nagi over your son’s head.
“pretty cute, though,” nagi replied, utterly unbothered, even as your lap circulation slowly began to suffer.
errands were a whole new battlefield. dragging nagi out of the house was already hard enough, but with your son, it became a parade of clinginess. nagi shuffled along beside you, dragging his feet with a bored look, while your son waddled on your other side, clinging tight to your hand and swinging it back and forth.
“do i have to go?” nagi whined.
“yes.”
“me too?” your son parroted, looking up at you with big pleading eyes.
“yes, you too,” you said firmly.
at the grocery store, it got worse. nagi leaned heavily against the cart like he might collapse if he had to stand on his own, while your son sat inside with his arms folded across his chest, mimicking his dad’s pout. both of them gave you identical lazy stares as if shopping was the most exhausting thing in the world. passersby gave you sympathetic (or amused) looks—like you were wrangling not one child but two.
finally, bedtime rolled around again. you tried once more to settle your son into his room, tucking him under his blanket with kisses on his forehead. he smiled sleepily, promised to stay this time, and even hugged his plush a little tighter like he meant it. but by 2 a.m. you felt the mattress dip and a tiny body crawl between you and nagi again.
you opened your eyes just in time to see nagi, half-asleep, lifting the blanket to let him in like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“sei,” you whispered, watching your son curl against you with his plushie, sighing as his small fingers immediately latched onto your shirt again. “you’re spoiling him.”
“he just wants you,” nagi shrugged, his voice thick with sleep as he pulled you both closer with one arm. “same as me.”
“mama’s mine,” your son murmured into your chest, already halfway back to dreamland.
“no, mine,” nagi countered softly, pressing his face into your neck with the faintest smirk.
you sighed, trapped between your two velcro babies—one small, one oversized, both equally stubborn. exhausting? yes. overwhelming? definitely. but as their warmth surrounded you and their breathing evened out in sync, you realized you wouldn’t trade this for anything.
your life now was full of clinginess, mimicry, and a whole lot of patience. and honestly? it was perfect.
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He thinks your a hassle
Pairing: Seishiro nagi x reader
Genre: angst
Summary: seishiro nagi starts to think you’re a hassle to deal with. Until you pull away.
A/n: dont rlly like it, not proofread either so there could be mistakes
The afternoon sun filtered lazily through the curtains of Nagi’s apartment, casting long shadows across the floor where you sat curled against his side on the couch. His latest match had ended hours ago, but he was still in that post-game haze—controller loose in his hands, eyes half-lidded as he ground through another level in some mobile game. You didn’t mind. You never minded.
You pressed closer, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm. “Nagi… you were amazing today. The way you trapped that ball mid-air? I couldn’t stop watching the replay.” Your voice was soft, almost reverent, the way it always got when you talked about him. You leaned in, brushing a kiss to his shoulder. “Can we order that peach tea you like? I’ll feed you the snacks this time. You don’t have to move.”
He hummed, a noncommittal sound that used to feel warm. Lately, it just felt… distant. “Eh. It’s whatever. Too much effort to get up anyway.”
You smiled anyway, ignoring the tiny sting. This was Nagi—your Nagi. The genius who could make miracles on the pitch but hated anything that required more energy than breathing. You were the one who made things easy for him. Who clung to him like a lifeline because being near him felt like the only thing that quieted the restless ache in your chest. “I love you,” you whispered, tightening your hold just a fraction.
He shifted slightly. Not away, exactly, but enough that your hand slipped. “Yeah. Love you too.”
Days blurred into the same rhythm. You’d show up after practice, arms full of his favorite things—energy drinks, that limited-edition game he’d mentioned once, your presence filling the quiet spaces he never seemed to mind before. You’d wrap your arms around him from behind while he cooked (or more accurately, while he watched you cook), resting your cheek against his back. “Missed you,” you’d murmur every single time, even if it had only been hours.
At first, he’d lean into it. A lazy arm draped over your shoulders, a mumbled “You’re warm.” But lately, his responses grew shorter. His body tensed under your touch. You’d catch him staring at his phone instead of meeting your eyes, or excusing himself to “take a nap” right when you started talking about your day.
One evening, it cracked.
You’d spent the whole day planning a quiet night in—his favorite ramen simmering, blankets piled on the couch, even downloading that new co-op game so you could play together. When he finally walked through the door, shoulders slumped from training, you practically bounced over, throwing your arms around his neck.
“Nagi! I made your—”
He sighed, longer and heavier than usual, gently but firmly prying your arms off. “Can you… not right now? It’s been a hassle all day. Everything’s a hassle.”
The words landed like ice. You froze, searching his face for the usual lazy affection, but it wasn’t there. Just exhaustion. Irritation, even. “Oh,” you said softly, stepping back. “Sorry. I just… wanted to make you feel better.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, not looking at you. “It’s fine. Just… give me space sometimes, yeah? You’re always on me. I can’t even think.”
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. That night, you didn’t press. You ate in near-silence, cleaned up without asking him to help, and left earlier than usual with a quiet “Goodnight, Nagi.” No extra hug. No lingering kiss. No whispered I love you at the door.
The next few days, you pulled back.
Messages became shorter—Hope practice went well instead of paragraphs of praise and heart emojis. You stopped showing up unannounced. When you did see him, you kept your hands to yourself, sitting on the opposite end of the couch, smiling politely when he spoke but not filling the gaps. No more clinging. No more trying to anticipate his every whim.
It was supposed to help. Give him the space he wanted. But it felt like carving out pieces of yourself.
Nagi noticed immediately.
At first, he didn’t say anything. He told himself it was a relief—the quiet, the lack of constant input. He could game without your head on his shoulder. Nap without feeling your fingers in his hair. But the apartment felt… empty. Too empty. The peach tea in the fridge went untouched because opening it reminded him of your voice offering to pour it. The co-op game icon sat unopened on his screen, mocking him.
By the third night, the guilt gnawed at him like a bad loss on the pitch—sharp, persistent, impossible to ignore.
He found you at the usual spot near the training grounds after practice, sitting on a bench with your knees drawn up, staring at nothing. You didn’t light up when you saw him. Just a small, careful smile. “Hey.”
Nagi stood there, hands in his pockets, hair still damp from the shower. For once, the laziness in his posture felt forced. “You’ve been… different.”
You shrugged, looking away. “You said I was a hassle. I didn’t want to bother you anymore.”
The words hit harder than any tackle. He winced visibly, stepping closer but stopping short when you didn’t move to meet him halfway. “I didn’t… mean it like that.” His voice was quieter than usual, almost uncertain. “I was tired. The matches, the pressure—everything’s been too much. But when you stopped…”
He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. Nagi Seishiro wasn’t good at this. Feelings. Effort. But the ache in his chest when he thought about your empty spot beside him was worse than any hassle.
“I miss you,” he admitted, blunt as ever. “The way you cling. The way you look at me like I’m not a pain in the ass for existing. It felt… good. I didn’t realize how much until it was gone.” He looked at you then, violet eyes unusually sharp with regret. “I’m sorry. Don’t pull away. Please. I don’t want space if it means losing you.”
You bit your lip, eyes glistening as the walls you’d built cracked. “I thought… if I was too much, you’d leave anyway.”
He closed the distance in a rare burst of initiative, pulling you into his arms—awkward at first, then tighter, burying his face in your hair. “You’re not a hassle. You’re the only thing that doesn’t feel like one.” His voice muffled against you. “Don’t stop. I need you… even if I suck at showing it.”
You clung back, finally, the familiar warmth rushing in. The angst lingered in the air, raw and unresolved, but his arms around you felt like the start of something steadier. Nagi wasn’t perfect. He was lazy, blunt, and sometimes blind to everything outside his own world. But in that moment, the guilt in his hold told you he was trying.
And for you, that was enough. For now.
— 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙮 𝙉𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙄𝙩.
— pairing; nagi seishiro x reader
— summary; you thought you could handle nagi in bed. spoiler alert: YOU COULDN'T.
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❋ Everyone clocks it the second you walk into the training room with Nagi.
❋ Not because he’s acting any differently.
❋ He's still slouched over, posture terrible, casually unbothered, hands shoved in his pockets like he’d rather be in bed.
❋ Which is typical Nagi behaviour.
❋ Fine.
❋ The problem, therein, lies with you.
❋ You’re walking as though your bones are made of glass and your skin is made of paper.