#like slightly

ft. nagi seishiro . ooc! characters . suggestive . afab! reader . fem! reader . nagi lowk whipped too . met online . mildly misogynistic comments . but its ok cus he's sheltered tbh . pre! bllk? . fast paced or smth . not proofrea idk

cw: s-s-suggestive..?

"huh, a girl good at games?" nagi questions innocently, his tone laced with dullness but mild interest.

you didn't take the comment well and you went at him. your insults were so creative, you just kept talkin and talking. nagi didn't leave. he just sat down and listened, staring at his monitor.

nagi thinks he's being challenged, and he loves it. something that's bringing light into his day, something perhaps worth his time. nagi no longer found gaming as just a way to kill time. he found you.

minutes turned into hours. and into days. those days turned into weeks, to months. you two finally decided to exchange numbers. nagi would text you every second he could.

when he was with reo all he could talk about was you (and of course his huzz reo himself and soccer.)

now, the heavens must've agreed to answer an unsaid prayer, turns out you two lived in a reasonable distance from each other!

then, randomly on some evening, nagi texts you, "hi can i come ovr? :x" and come over he did, well he definitely came as well i'll tell you that much..

nagi goes to school the next day, whipped as hell. his hair's messy, eyes red and puffy like he's been crying. reo is obviously alert and confused, already consoling the white haired boy.

with a shaky breath nagi manages to whimper out, "th-that girl.. she gives the craziest under the table, reo.." poor boy left his best friend absolutely speechless and more petrified than he already was!

and now, nagi seishiro, the lazy genius was spiraling over just some girl he met on the internet. but he knew you weren't some girl, or someone that gives the most pleasurable head.

he felt more seen than ever, perhaps not everything's a hassle anymore.