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content ⸝⸝ (separate) nagumo yoichi + shin asakura + gaku + heisuke mashimo + natsuki seba + tenkyu x fem/gn ! reader , head-cannons

಄ nagumo yoichi

dating nagumo yoichi means waking up to playful pranks, which are practically his love language. whether it’s a sudden jump from behind or a harmless scare when you least expect it, his jokes are designed to rile you up. to you, it’s annoying, but seeing him laugh so freely makes it all worth it. you secretly love how his face lights up every time you fall for it.

nagumo yoichi is the definition of clingy, in the best way possible. he’s like glue, refusing to let go—whether it’s during lazy mornings curled up in bed or late nights tangled in each other’s arms. his grip is tight enough to feel secure, but loose enough for you to breathe. on days he’s home from work, he’s your shadow, following you from room to room like a devoted puppy.

take breakfast for example. you’re trying to cook, frying eggs in the pan, when he wraps his arms around you from behind, refusing to let go.

“yoichi, i’m trying to cook.” you say, half-exasperated, silently begging him to release you.

“i can take over if you want.” he offers, pulling you even closer.

“i want you to let go of me for a second.” you retort, though you know it’s pointless.

“not happening. that’s like telling me to die.”

there are also times during his pranks where he pulls a stunt. he’s on the floor, faking a collapse. you rush over, only to realize it’s another prank. a slap to his arm earns you a whine, followed by a plea for a kiss to ‘heal’ him. of course, you give in—you always do.

nagumo yoichi’s love language is basically everything. he showers you with gifts, filling an entire room in your penthouse with things he’s picked out just for you. some days, it’s overwhelming, especially when you’re not sure how to use half of it.

nagumo only wants to see you in clothes that he either bought for you or from his own closet. he has a habit of ‘upgrading’ your wardrobe, discreetly replacing your old clothes with new ones from his closet. you might not even notice until you go to reach for something and realize it’s gone.

loveloveLOVEEE gift-giving! he buys you something every. single. day., no matter how big or small. physical touch is his comfort. he thrives on holding you close, whether it’s cuddling in bed or stealing kisses when you pass by. quality time is non-negotiable for him. the moment you’re apart for work, he’s daydreaming about you, and sometimes he can’t help but gush to his colleagues about how lucky he is to have met someone like you. (they all know your entire love story by now.)

words of affirmation? l-l-l-loveeee it. every conversation starts and ends with a compliment. in his eyes, you’re flawless—his angel, his everything. acts of service? he insists on taking care of you, even when you insist on your independence. wake up to breakfast in bed? check. a spotless house? also check.

of course, there are moments of worry. his job is dangerous, and it’s only natural to fear for his safety. you’ve cried to him about it before, and he always responds the same way: with kisses and gentle words, wiping away your tears and assuring you that no one compares to him.

overall, dating nagumo yoichi was one of the greatest accomplishments you’ve achieved. you wouldn’t have it any other way.

಄ shin asakura

dating shin asakura means being mindful of every thought that crosses your mind—because he will hear it. he enjoys reading your mind more than anyone else’s, and to be honest, it makes sense. you’re his girlfriend, so of course he wants to know what’s going on in that head of yours. but it’s not just that. he’s genuinely curious about everything you think about. but it’s not something he can control. he can’t just turn it off when he wants to. and even though you’re fully aware he’s listening, it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

in fact, you love teasing him with little jokes just to see him flustered.

“so you are reading my mind!” you tease.

his cheeks flush crimson as he frowns, looking away. “i always do—but you didn’t need to say that joke!”

shin knows you too well. the second your eyes linger on something—a plushie, a makeup product, a piece of clothing—he knows you want it. and by ‘want it’, he means he’s already mentally preparing to buy it for you. there’s always something new in your room, all thanks to shin.

on days when a dangerous mission comes up—whether it’s taking down a slur or tracking down a lead—shin begs sakamoto to leave you behind and bring lu instead. your safety is his only priority.

“hey! you’d rather have me die instead?!” lu shouts, heisuke barely managing to hold her back from lunging at shin.

“yeah? i don’t want [first name] to get hurt!” shin fires back.

you can’t help but sweat-drop at their back-and-forth bickering. “no one’s going to die,” you say, shaking your head. “not unless you fail to protect us, shin.”

his breath hitches. oh no. now he’s convinced you don’t trust him to do his job. “actually, [first name] should come!” he quickly corrects, noticing the way you’re barely holding back a laugh while sweeping the floor. “lu, watch the store.”

you’re always wandering around the city, and it terrifies him. the only way he can find you is by jumping from rooftop to rooftop, listening to the thoughts of people passing by until he spots you.

“geez! at least watch your surroundings or someone might just grab you!” he snaps, grabbing your hand and pulling you back toward the store.

“i don’t mind,” you say with a shrug, and the look he gives you is pure horror. “because i know i’ve got a strong boyfriend who can save me.”

the second the words leave your mouth, his face flames red. he loves when you rely on him, when you praise him like that. he’ll act indifferent, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away, but deep down… there’s a full-blown celebration in his chest.

shin struggles to show affection, whether in public or private. he’s able to shout to the world, “[first name] is my girlfriend!” while holding your hand, but kissing you? that’s a different story. the mere image of you leaning in, eyes closed, sends a weird, fluttery feeling through him. that’s why you take matters into your own hands—literally. you kiss him without warning, whenever the mood strikes.

“gah! at least give me a heads up?!” he yelps, stumbling back with his face as red as a tomato.

you giggle, licking your lips. “why should i? by now, we could be making out, but too bad you’re afraid of a little peck.”

“i’m not afraid,” he insists, though his flustered stutter betrays him. “i’m just… caught off guard!”

you roll your eyes and yank him closer by his shirt collar, pulling him back in for another kiss. your mind goes completely blank in that moment, leaving shin to either listen to his own racing thoughts or the distant chatter of people passing by the convenience store. when you finally pull back, locking eyes with him, he can’t meet your gaze—his eyes dart everywhere in the store, anywhere but at you.

“from now on, i want a kiss from you every day.” you declare, and he can’t even argue. even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t dare refuse you. over time, he grows more comfortable with it—so much so that he starts initiating kisses himself.

“ewwww! take this somewhere else!” lu gags, covering her eyes.

಄ gaku

dating gaku would mean experiencing subtle moments of affection. he isn’t one to flaunt his relationship or make grand gestures in public/around acquaintances. to outsiders, you might seem like just friends, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. his love isn’t loud—it’s quiet, more personal, and deeply meaningful. the most you’ll get in public is the soft touch of interlocking pinkies. his hands are usually tucked into his hoodie pocket, but he always keeps you within sight for your safety.

private moments are where his commitment shines. he enjoys when you watch him train, feeling a surge of motivation to push himself harder. sometimes, you’ll even join in, acting as a weight as he lifts you like a dumbbell—though he’s long since mastered carrying your weight effortlessly.

gaku has a habit of sneaking into your room when the base is still asleep, slipping under your covers with barely a sound. the shift of his body is enough to stir you awake, and he freezes the moment he realizes he’s woken you.

“can’t sleep?” you murmur, still half-dreaming.

“…not without you.” he whispers back, settling in beside you.

gaku wants to give you the world, to shower you with everything your heart desires. but in the end, he steals what he can from shops swiftly. even when you tell him he’s all you need, he doubts it, brushing it off with a shrug before continuing his usual antics.

his affection is uniquely his. he invites you to gaming sessions, even if you’re not as skilled, or asks if you’ll train with him, despite your strength not matching his. he loves resting his head on you—your shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, or even your thighs. anywhere, really. you’re his favorite cushion.

jealousy flickers in him the moment another guy gets too close, even if it’s just to ask for directions. he won’t hesitate to step in, cutting off the conversation before it begins. at times, he’ll even give the guy the wrong directions, just to keep them away from you. he’s possessive, but only because you’re his.

date nights with gaku are simple yet deeply bonding. they’re spent riding bicycles through the city at night, perching atop an old abandoned building to watch the sunset—or sometimes fireworks, and/or taking a dip in a secluded pond. there’s no need for extravagance.

on scorching days, when the heat is unbearable, you’ll spot a popsicle stand and crave something cool. with stolen coins, gaku will buy two popsicles, but in the end, he’ll hand you his, refusing to eat it himself just to see you stay refreshed.

in battle, his focus is unwavering—until he senses you. you’re his only weakness, the one person he lets his guard down for, aside from those he grew up with in al-kamar. if you’re ever struggling against an opponent and he’s nearby, he’ll abandon his own fight just to save you. he’s always there when it matters most.

despite uzuki kei assigning kashima to tend to his injuries, gaku refuses to let him bandage his wounds. kashima can run scans, but the tender care of wrapping your hands around his injuries? that’s reserved for you. he trusts your touch above all others, knowing your soothing presence is the only thing he needs.

being with gaku means everything. it means going everywhere together, sharing every moment, no matter where life takes you. whether you’re alive or on the brink of the end, as long as he’s by your side in your final moments, that’s all you’ll ever need.

಄ heisuke mashimo

dating heisuke mashimo means embracing the joy of being unapologetically silly together. he used to worry about how he came across, but ever since you shared the phrase “to be cringe is to be free”, he’s fully accepted his true self around you.

you’re more than just his partner—you’re his best friend. there’s no holding back between you two. he shares everything with you, from the smallest details of his day to the weirdest things he notices on the street. it’s sweet how much he loves keeping you updated, even with the tiniest moments.

heisuke is always sending you memes, videos, or gifs that make him laugh. if something cracks him up, you’re getting it too, instantly.

money isn’t always easy for him, but he tries to get you a little gift every week. sometimes he overthinks his choices, even asking his pet bird, piisuke, for advice. 

“piisuke, which one do you think [first name] would like more?” 

the bird pecks at one, and heisuke takes it as the final answer.

“thanks! i knew i could count on you!”

you two just click—your humor, your energy, everything matches. he could swear you’re his soulmate, and to be fair, he’s not wrong. you are practically his soulmate. (cupid did his big one.)

movie nights are either horror or action because sad films are off the table—meaning, you both simply can’t handle them together. he pretends to be the brave one during the horror movie jump scares, but he usually ends up jumping into your arms instead.

heisuke also makes sure you know how to handle a gun, just in case he’s not around or isn’t able to detect where you are. 

piisuke isn’t completely happy about being the third wheel all the time, so you and heisuke decided to adopt another bird of the same breed to give him company. now it’s a full-on double date everywhere you go.

arcade and carnival games are all about competition. if you’re on the same team, everyone dies from you two. if you’re rivals? it’s an all-out battle—one where you usually win by a landslide and heisuke is the sore loser.

at night, you two sprawl out, chatting or debating about random topics until your voices fade and sleep takes over. sometimes, you wake up to heisuke sleep-talking or even sleep-fighting. it’s amusing to look at. you record it and show him in the morning.

“i ducked that fade? i would never! sleep fights don’t count.” he insists, taking a loud sip of his cold water.

“but what if you won?” you ask, placing your phone down on the counter.

“then they do.” he says, and you roll your eyes.

಄ seba natsuki

your boyfriend, natsuki seba, has a habit of nibbling on your skin or pinching your body absentmindedly. at first, it made you question what exactly went on in that head of his, but over time, you grew so used to it that you started doing it back. he does it constantly, telling you it’s like touching ‘mochi’—which… still makes you raise an eyebrow in confusion.

when it comes to gift-giving, he’s not a fan of store-bought presents. he believes that if he can make something himself, there’s no reason to let a machine or some random worker craft it for you. every gift he gives is made with 100% love, his time, and his effort. 

he truly believes that actions speak louder than words, and he would rather show up during your tough times, listen to you vent, and prove his care through his presence than say something as simple as “i love you.” the words feel too bitter on his tongue anyway.

natsuki seba keeps a picture of your face tucked inside a necklace, wearing it everywhere—even during missions. he wants you with him, even if it’s just symbolically. that necklace is his treasure + his most prized possession.

he doesn’t like admitting it out loud, but he gets jealous when he sees you smiling or talking to another guy. he doesn’t make a scene; he just walks up behind you, pulls you a little closer, and rests his hand on your waist—that’s his silent way of marking his territory.

he also loves when you two do nightly routines together, like putting face masks on each other. it’s adorable, though he would never outright say it. instead, he’ll bring it up every few days, asking, “are we doing face masks tonight?” with the slightesttttt bit of hope in his voice.

natsuki seba doesn’t even realize how much he rambles about you until mafuyu calls him out on it.

“natsu,” mafuyu says, blinking at him with a sweat-drop, “all you’ve been talking about was [first name]… i just wanted to know how your day has been so far 😭😷”

“oh,” natsuki blinks back, caught off guard. “i spent my entire morning thinking about what [first name] was doing. i’m heading back to her place tonight so we can—”

and just like that, he’s right back to talking about you. poor mafuyu can’t dig his way back out.

natsuki seba also tries to learn the hobbies you love the most so you can enjoy them together. he does it in secret, refusing to reveal it until he’s sure he’s mastered it—whether it’s drawing, crocheting, playing an instrument, or baking. he puts so much effort into it, all for you.

his entire phone is filled with pictures of you—well, mostly pictures of you, with a few exceptions being his weapon creations mixed in. your face is his wallpaper, his widgets feature you, his profile pictures are you, and his only pinned contact is… well… you. at this point, he might as well get a pillow with your face on it to sleep with every night.

dates every week are non-negotiable. he’ll make time just to see you, ditching a mission last-minute the second you call him, telling him you found a cute place to hang out. yes, he gets in trouble for it. no, he doesn’t care. why should he risk his life on a mission when he could be spending it with you?

಄ tenkyu (a little rushed and MIGHT be ooc...)

dating tenkyu would mean receiving relentless affection from him—kisses everywhere and all the time. he would peck your neck, your forehead, your cheeks, your arms, your legs—literally everywhere. his excuse (after planting a fat kiss on your lips) was because he had not seen you for ‘ages’ (even if it’s only been two days).

he’s unapologetically into pda, gripping your hand like you’re about to float away whenever you’re out in public and awkwardly kissing you mid-transaction while the cashier tries their hardest not to stare. #guacward... you never complain though—you just let him be.

tenkyu has reached a level of comfort where he walks around unclothed like it’s nothing, and you’ve accepted it as normal. but then there are those rare moments when he does decide to be ‘modest’—by which he means pulling on a pair of pants but still leaving his chest bare. his excuse this time would be:

“it’s too hot.”

whenever you’re baking—whether it’s cookies or a simple cake—he’ll casually stroll by, dip his finger into the batter, and take a taste. when you warn him about salmonella, he just shrugs and does it again.

“worth it.” he would say with a smirk.

he’ll try to test your jealousy by talking to other girls, but you never rise to the bait. you know he’s just trying to provoke a reaction, hoping you’ll pull him closer to stake your claim. but when you don’t, he gets a little sad—just for a moment—before brushing it off.

tenkyu never takes off his eye patch, but he doesn’t mind if you see his other eye. he almost never removes it, and when he does, the eye beneath is always shut. still, you love seeing both of his eyes, even giving him a soft kiss on his closed one where the patch usually sits.

dates with him are either spent mastering some weapon or going out for (bad) karaoke. he’s not the best singer, but he pours his heart into it, and watching him fail to hit a high note is hilarious. still, it’s all for fun.

you never judge him for his past or where he came from. you don’t pry into his history unless he brings it up himself, because you know it’s a sensitive topic for him. but when he does share stories about growing up in al-kamar, you listen, and he feels safe enough to open up.

tenkyu is a rare gem—someone who doesn’t let others in that easily, but who has given his whole heart to you. in a world where everyone else is gone, you’re all he needs. and he’s going to hold onto you tight. just as tight as you hold onto him.

authors note. OH MY GOSH I AM SO SORRY ANON FOR TAKING 10 MONTHS TO DO THIS… this has been in my drafts for AGES 😭 i hope (if you see this) you dont mind the extra characters ive added. i wanted to add more to this prompt #LOVELOVELOVEEETENKYU!!! 😫😫😫😫 if you spot any grammar or spelling errors pls lmk 🫶🫶

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nagi seishiro doesn’t put effort into your relationship at all. he doesn’t take you on out on dates, nor does he give you the princess treatment. if anything, he’s the princess in this relationship.

but if you’re going to be honest… that might be exactly why you’re so in love with him. nagi seishiro is lazy and effortless, yes, and he carries that in everything he does, including loving.

so when you come over with food and try to tease him by asking, “what’s the magic word, baby?” he frowns and groans, and you expect him to whine out a “please,” but what escapes his lips are words sweeter than the melted mcflurry in the bag…

“i love you.”

how could you resist? and to make it sweeter, of course it’s his first time saying that. you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling as you sit down beside him, finally opening the bag. “feed me?” he pleads, and you can’t tell if it ruins the moment completely or serves as the cherry on top.

and like that time when he hears you on the phone talking with a friend.

“being a model is living life on easy mode, ugh. i wish i was model pretty,” you say absentmindedly, looking at your nails.

nagi’s head is laid down on your lap, and as you finish speaking, he lifts his head to look at you, “you’re seishiro pretty, though.”

yeah, you did not catch a word your friend said after that.

or when you got jealous after seeing him with a girl from his high school, who happened to bump into him on his way home from training. as you look at the two of them talking, a boiling rage consumes you entirely.

you scold him, telling him that it was rude to keep you waiting and that the girl was absolutely way too giddy for this interaction to not have any romantic undertones.

“i’ll just never speak to her again, then,” he mumbles, face halfway buried in his pillow.

you sigh deeply, anger bubbling up even more until you turn to see his face completely blank, “wait, you’re serious?”

“yeah. i already blocked her on everything. can we stop fighting now? it’s such a hassle…”

content ⸝⸝ nagumo yoichi x gn ! reader , head-cannons , fluff

nagumo is a lively and cheery presence—everything you’re not. you’re the quiet, drowsy, soft-spoken counterpart to his boundless energy. people often say opposites clash, but in your case, they complement each other perfectly.

one day, you’re out in a restaurant with nagumo when the familiar wave of exhaustion hits you. he’s used to it by now, so he doesn’t react with surprise. instead, he lets you doze off against his shoulder while you both eat, carefully taking bites so he doesn’t disturb you. by the time you wake up, you eat another meal, fall asleep again, and leave nagumo carrying you on his back as you leave.

when nagumo first met you, he thought you were uninterested. the way your eyes wandered and your expression stayed dull made him feel like you didn’t enjoy his company. that’s why he decided to get closer to you, hoping to warm you up to him—even if nothing changed and it seemed like you weren’t warming up at all.

sometimes, he tells you a joke, expecting a laugh. but in reality, he gets a yawn or a snore. he knows you don’t find his jokes unfunny—it’s just who you are.

even during an important jaa meeting, if you dozed off, nagumo was quick to cover for you, answering questions meant for you. but if someone insisted on waking you up, nagumo would apologize for disturbing your sleep—only for you to ignore everyone drift back to sleep again.

“nagumo, wake her up! this is urgent!” hyo huffed. “nooooo, cannnnn’t dooooo.” nagumo sang, running his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion.

nagumo hates being the one to wake you. he knows it’ll agitate you, especially if your dreams are interrupted. if he ever does wake you unexpectedly, he’ll make it up to you by taking you out to eat another day—where you’ll likely fall asleep all over again.

during missions, nagumo always tags along. he trusts you to handle the opposition, but he doesn’t want you collapsing (into the dream world) mid-fight if the enemy is stronger than expected. more often than not, you would fight, then fall asleep, with nagumo carrying you on his back like always.

overall, your bond is something nagumo would never break. he feels calm and at peace because of you. he can be full of energy on his own, but when you’re around, it’s easy for him to rest, with you cradled in his arms.

authors note. IS THE SAKAMOTO DAYS FANDOM STILL ALIVE??? i'm still revamping my entire acc i just wanted to write 🥺🥺🥺 requested by: @nur190 <33333 SORRY FOR TAKIJG SO LONG 😓😓😓😓😓

the apartment just smelled like rain and whatever candle was burning on the counter. outside, the sky was a completely washed-out gray, making the couch feel like the only warm spot left on earth.

nagi moved, burying his face deeper into the giant knitted blanket until only his eyes were showing. he didn't say anything, just let out a long, heavy sigh before slumping sideways, dumping his entire head onto your shoulder. his white hair was a total mess, tickling your neck every time he breathed.

"nagi, your phone's gonna slip," you whispered, looking down at the screen sliding off his knee.

"mnn, let it," he mumbled, his voice totally muffled by the wool. "don't care. my hands are freezing anyway."

he didn’t even ask, just slipped his fingers right into yours. his hand was a little cold against yours, but he held on tight anyway, giving you a slow, warm squeeze and completely melting into the couch the second you squeezed back.

you shifted a bit so he could get more comfortable against your side, reaching over with your free hand to grab a piece of candy from the bowl on the coffee table.

hearing the wrapper crinkle, he peeked one eye open, looking up at you sleepily. "feed me?"

you popped it into his mouth. he chewed slowly, letting out a soft, happy hum that you could feel right against your shoulder.

the living room was getting darker, that soft, blue evening light settling over everything. there were no unread texts to worry about, no soccer practice to run to—just completely empty, quiet time. even the chores could wait.

"this is the best," nagi muttered, his voice dropping into a heavy, relaxed yawn. he nuzzled a little closer, burying his face right into the crook of your neck to hide from the remaining light. "hmm... don't move."

"i'm right here," you sigh, resting your chin on his messy white hair.

outside, the rain just kept tapping softly against the glass, but tangled up under the heavy blanket like this, you were the only part of the world he cared about.

© 1ix1n 2026 ⸝⸝ pls do not copy or feed my work into ai, ty .ᐟ

the moody afternoon sky finally gave up, unleashing a heavy downpour that trapped you under the school’s narrow concrete awning. you sighed, dreading the long wait, when a familiar, sluggish figure shuffled into view. nagi was practically sleepwalking, but he held a giant black umbrella.

"yo, nagi!" you called out. "can i share? i kinda forgot mine…"

he stopped, blinking his sleepy gray eyes. "ugh... sharing is a hassle," he murmured, his voice a lazy drawl. "fine, but i'm holding it. if you do, you'll walk too fast. it's a bother. "

"yay!" you exclaimed, quickly stepping under the massive canopy.

it was fine for about thirty seconds. then, nagi’s phone vibrated. he pulled it out, immediately getting sucked into a game. because of his towering height, his wrist tilted lazily as he tapped. a sudden gust of wind sent a splash of freezing rainwater onto your shoulder.

"nagi!" you nudged him. "you’re tilting it. i'm getting soaked!"

"mmn? sorry..." he mumbled, not looking up. he straightened his hand, but the moment his character jumped, his wrist drifted again. another cold spray hit your cheek.

"nagi, i'm literally freezing!" you whined, shivering slightly.

"ah, this is annoying," nagi sighed, finally pocketing the phone. he looked down at you, his expression blank but slightly slumped. "you’re standing too far away. that's why you're getting wet."

before you could protest his terrible umbrella skills, nagi’s free arm reached out. with an effortless tug, he pulled you flush against his side. his heavy arm draped over your shoulder, tucking you instantly to his gentle warmth. 

"there," nagi mumbled, resting his chin comfortably on top of your head. pressed beside him, you instantly stopped shivering. "now you fit perfectly. just stay close. walking in this dumb rain is already way too much of a pain."

꒰ ♫ ꒱ whisking to ⸝⸝ love, maybe by SECRET NUMBER – but if i turn around, it's all you. i guess it's love, maybe?

© 1ix1n 2026 ⸝⸝ pls do not copy or feed my work into ai, ty .ᐟ 

ME X YOU！ft. nagi seishiro

IN WHICH﹕nagi was watching cute cat videos in the middle of the night as he was unable to sleep, as he suddenly saw two cats cuddling—a fluffy white maine coon and a cute ragdoll cat. seeing them, he had the urge to reach over and wake you up next to him to show you the two cats, saying that “it’s us.”

established relationship. pure fluff. gn!reader. reader is a bit grumpy at first being woken up. nagi being nagi.

“mmph..” nagi’s small hums filled the air, his earbuds tucked into his ears as to carefully not wake you—his partner, whom he held with one arm thrown lazily over your waist—using your shoulder to prop his phone against. for once, he didn’t feel tired. he didn’t want to sleep. but you did, after a long day full of stress.

the ceiling fan buzzed as cold air left its tips, a comfortable contrast to the warmth of the blanket haphazardly covering the two. his phone created a barely-there glow over his face, causing his lidded eyes to shimmer under the light. the overall atmosphere in the room was cozy.

however—despite how soft and sweet this moment may seem—nagi was bored and had nothing to do. he had done all of his dailies on the games he frequents, there were no new events, nothing to save up for, and there was somehow nothing interesting to watch on any streaming apps. the night quickly became a bore as he endlessly scrolled through his recommended on youtube, on the verge of opening the addictive allure of tiktok to scroll until the sun came up.

just as he was about to close the app, a thumbnail caught his eye. it was a video from years ago that had only recently grown in popularity, with two adorable cats cuddling on the thumbnail. as lazy as a cat himself, of course he loved the little critters. and so, he clicked on the video.

it was only around sixteen seconds, short and sweet. small purrs flowed into his ears, and he recognized the cats by their breeds. a ragdoll and maine coon. he couldn’t help but see the two of you in them, all cuddly and lazily affectionate with one another.

he had the silly urge to wake you up and show you the video, rather than just sending it to you through discord and leaving it for you to watch later. was it stupid to wake you up in the middle of the night? absolutely. did he think about the stupidity of it? not even once.

“angel, wake up..” he murmured, his voice oddly softer than usual. he rolled one leg over yours, full-on clinging as he rubbed his head against your neck in an attempt to grab your attention. “wanna show you this.” he prodded, hearing your sleepy groans as you drifted between dreamland and the real world.

“sei.. mmgh, what the hell—” “look.” the low light of his phone being showcased in front of you left you blinking, attempting to adjust your eyes from the darkness to his screen. squinting, you made out two cuddly cats. normally, you would swoon over such a cute scene.

however, it was currently 2:44a.m. and you were on the verge of hitting him upside the head for waking you up. rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you stared up at him. not his phone, which he is very clearly trying to make you look at despite the several failed attempts.

“what..? did i do something?” you almost wanted to laugh at how innocent he sounded. as if he didn’t just wake you up in the middle of the night so he could show you a video of two cats. gods, you loved this man. that’s why you asked for forgiveness for what you were about to do.

snatching his phone out of his hand, you threw it haphazardly onto the nightstand and rolled onto him. it was safe to say he was a little puzzled. not shocked, no. just staring at you without a single thought behind those blank eyes of his. it was awkward and silent for the next minute before you finally spoke up, voice full of rasp from sleep and eyes half open,

“i love you. but go the fuck to sleep before i banish you to the couch.” there was an audible gulp. another awkward minute of silence. luckily, the man was smart enough to wrap his arms around you and place a kiss on the crown of your head. and then stupid was back not even two seconds later.

“you forgot to throw my earbuds with my phone—” “nagi.” “yep. knew it as i said it. good night.”

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Seishiro Nagi and the way he uses you as his personal piece of furniture. Slumping his entire heavy frame against your side, resting his chin on your shoulder or his head in your lap, perfectly content to stay on you for hours while he plays his games.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he drops surprisingly intense, romantic confessions with a completely blank face. Mumbling “you’re my favorite person” or “don’t ever leave me” in the same flat tone he uses to complain about practice, leaving you entirely flustered while he remains completely unfazed.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he asks you to feed him. His eyes glued to his phone as he opens his mouth, trusting you completely to take care of his basic needs.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he pauses his games when you’re talking to him. A gesture that may seem minuscule to anyone else but to him is his ultimate form of devotion. Letting his characters die just so he can give you his undivided attention.

Seishiro Nagi and the way his voice drops an octave when he’s feeling needy. His usual lazy drawl melting into a low whisper right against the shell of your ear as he mumbles “stay” when you try to get up to do chores.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he bluntly demands affection. No sugar-coating or shyness and no subtle hints, just a deadpan “kiss me” or “hug me” before he physically maneuvers your hands exactly where he wants them.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he puts minimum physical effort into everything except when it comes to holding your hand. His grip is always surprisingly firm, his fingers securely interlacing with yours, making sure you can’t wander off out of his reach.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he sighs heavily when you try to get out of bed. His arms tightening around your waist, mumbling a muffled “five more minutes” into the pillows that inevitably turns into hours because he absolutely refuses to let his primary source of comfort go.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he leans into your touch when you’re playing with his fluffy hair, his eyes never leaving his screen, but his head subtly tilting backward, pressing deeper into your palms like a massive, touch-starved cat.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he rests his forehead on your shoulder when he’s completely drained. Not needing to talk or do anything, just leaning his full weight against you to recharge his social and physical battery.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he steals bites of your food, completely ignoring his own snacks to lean over and take a bite of your pastry, chewing slowly and declaring it “better” simply because it was yours.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he uses you as his personal phone stand. Propping his device against your knees or your chest while you’re laying down together.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he falls asleep mid conversation. One second he’s mumbling a low reply to your story and the next his breathing evens out completely, his head dropping onto your lap, trusting you to keep him safe while he rests.

Seishiro Nagi and the way he unconsciously seeks you out in his sleep. His long limbs tangling with yours, pulling you flush against his chest so tightly that you can hardly move, holding onto you like the giant, cute teddy bear he is.

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the post-match mixed zone was a chaotic sea of flashing cameras and shouting journalists, all vying for a quote from japan’s star forward. you sighed, clutching your microphone and notepad, feeling a bit overwhelmed as a rookie reporter. you were just about to pack up when a tall, white-haired figure drifted away from the main media scrum, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world.

it was nagi seishiro.

wait a minute… nagi seshiro?!

he was slouched, his shoulders slumped as he dragged his feet, completely ignoring the flashbulbs. spotting a quiet opening near the exit barrier, you stepped forward, trying to keep your voice steady and professional.

"excuse me, nagi-senshu! do you have a moment for a quick question?"

nagi paused. he blinked slowly, his sleepy grey eyes tracking down to look at you. for a second, you thought he was going to walk right past, but instead, he let out a long, dramatic sigh and leaned his upper body heavily against the padded railing right in front of you.

"ah... a question?" nagi mumbled, his voice a low, lazy drawl. "interviews are such a pain. my brain is completely fried."

"i promise it’ll be short," you said, offering a warm, reassuring smile. "just a few words on your incredible game-winning volley in the second half?"

nagi stared at you, his gaze lingering on your smile. he tilted his head, resting his chin on his crossed arms atop the barrier. "it wasn't anything special. the pass came, so i just trapped it and shot. moving around so much is exhausting. i just want to go home and play video games."

you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at his bluntness. "well, you made it look effortless. the fans are already calling it a work of genius!"

"genius..." nagi repeated the word like it was a heavy weight. he leaned a little closer, his eyes suddenly tracking the press badge dangling from your neck. "hey, reporter-san."

"yes?"

"your badge is upside down," he pointed out, reaching out a long, pale hand. before you could react, his fingers gently brushed against your shoulder as he flipped the plastic card right-side up. his touch was brief, but his hand was surprisingly warm. "there. much better."

a sudden blush crept up your cheeks at the unexpected proximity. "o-oh, thank you."

nagi noticed your red face, and a small, rare smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. he found your reaction incredibly amusing—and honestly, pretty adorable.

"you're different from the other reporters," nagi murmured, resting his cheek on his arm now, never breaking eye contact. 

your heart did a sudden flip. "i'm just trying to do my job, really," you stammered, letting out an awkward laugh to fill in the silence enveloping you both. 

nagi closed his eyes for a beat too long, opening them just in time to watch a warmer flush paint your features.

"mm. good job," he praised lazily, reaching out again to lightly tap the top of your microphone with his index finger. "if i give you an exclusive quote, will you do me a favor?"

"an exclusive?" your eyes widened. that would be a huge win for your section. "what's the favor?"

"next time, bring me a lemon tea," nagi said, closing his eyes contentedly. "then i'll answer all your questions. deal?"

you smiled, your nerves completely vanishing. "deal!"

"great," he muttered, finally straightening up to walk toward the locker rooms. he waved a lazy hand over his shoulder without looking back.

"see ya... make sure it's cold, reporter-san."

© 1ix1n 2026 ⸝⸝ pls do not copy or feed my work into ai, ty .ᐟ

synopsis: idk how to say it but it’s just a part two(?) of this…but u actually die😅

cw: swearing, implied suicide(?), just vulnerable men (i think)

characters: yoichi isagi, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, kenyu yukimiya, ryusei shidou

a/n: FIRST TIME MAKING ANGST(?); well i already had a smau with angst in it but ill obviously still finish it, IF THIS FLOPS I WILL KILL MYSELF DUDE i deadass hope i did good guys pls eat this up im tired of flopping, also yukimiyas’ own kinda lost the plot a little but hey also IFHY mentioned in the title ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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divider cred: @/cursed-carmine

© thesauceyoichiislostin - 7/10/26 do not copy, steal or feed to ai!

wacky hair color

characters included : yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, seishiro nagi, reo mikage, rin itoshi, and sae itoshi

warnings : might be ooc?

a/n — so sorry this took so long!!!! hope you like this 😢