#nagi x reader

Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff

nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.

he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.

"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."

you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.

"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.

"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.

one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.

"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.

"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.

the door suddenly burst open.

"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."

reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.

nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.

"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.

he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.

you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.

reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.

"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"

reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.

"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.

nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.

"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"

you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."

he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."

Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro

rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.

his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.

his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.

"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."

"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.

he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.

"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.

you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"

"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.

the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.

your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.

"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."

your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.

right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.

"sae..?" you gasped in horror.

rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.

sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.

for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.

then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.

"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."

he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.

"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.

without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.

"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."

Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira

isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.

this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.

his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.

"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"

you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.

you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.

"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.

you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.

"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."

isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.

"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.

isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.

"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.

you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.

his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.

"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"

right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.

"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"

bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.

isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"

bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.

"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"

he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

the room fell silent for a second.

isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.

"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.

you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.

you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.

"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.

you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.

"at least you finally got your first blowjob."

isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."

Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis

chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.

his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.

"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.

he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.

"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."

he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.

"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"

he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.

"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.

she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."

you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.

his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"

chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.

"it's fine..just leave, please?"

his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."

she rushed out and closed the door behind her.

you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."

chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.

"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"

he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."

"hah—hyo!"

Megruru Bachira — caught by rin

bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.

he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.

"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."

"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.

"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."

his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.

"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.

"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.

your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.

then the door slammed open.

"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.

bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.

"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.

rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."

you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.

bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"

"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."

he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."

"ah! meg wait—"

✩ Lockscreen S. Nagi

If Nagi had to be described in one word, it'd be a screenager.

It was at a team meeting and Nagi's phone was on the charger, that's when his screen lit up with a notification.

"Uh Nagi? Who's this?" Hiori asked, looking at the woman on his wallpaper. Turning over he simply said, "my girlfriend."

"Oh Y/N? She's really pretty..." Reo added, smiling at the picture.

"Hey," He yawned, "only I can say that." But he didn't really care. It was true, you were pretty and he was more shocked no one knew about you beforehand.

✩ Hickeys R. Itoshi

Rin barely talked to his teammates. If it wasn't about soccer or their skills he didn't give a damn.

When they were trying on their away kits for the upcoming match he was reminded as to why he ignored them so often.

"Ooh Rin~ Looks like you have a monster of your own hmm?" Bachira chuckled. And before Rin could roll his eyes and ask what the tepid loser was on about, he got a good look at himself in the mirror.

Damn your little thigh kink.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't call her a monster." Rin scoffed, before putting on the shorts with haste.

"You mean you found someone to date you..?" Isagi laughed, "poor girl."

"You saw what my thighs look like, imagine hers." He muttered, leaving the locker room and leaving the boys inside of it surprised as hell.

There was nothing his girl was lacking.

✩ Engagement ring S. itoshi

Like his brother, Sae didn't interact much with his teammates unless it was deemed necessary. It wasn't in a malicious way, he just felt like they had nothing to offer so he felt there was no need in talking to them.

Usually after practice Sae showered, changed, grabbed his bag and headed home.

And he did the same thing happened today, except there was one thing different.

This time he took a second to slip on a gold Cartier band onto his finger before grabbing his bag to leave.

"Sae Itoshi." Aiku walked over to him with an amused look on his face, "You're engaged?"

That caught the attention of everyone else changing in the room.

"Yeah." Was all he said as he turned on his heel to leave.

"Wait," He grabbed his shoulder, "we didn't even know you were seeing anyone."

"Why would you, It's not like it's any of your business." And with that he left, leaving the other U-20 players to think.

How in the world did Sae find someone to put up with his attitude?

part 2

Yoichi Isagi

"Watch this."

Isagi places the ball a few meters away from the brick wall of the training grounds before glancing over at you. There is an unmistakable sparkle of confidence in his eyes today. After improving so much lately, he couldn't help wanting to show off just a little.

"What?" you laugh. "Trying to impress me?"

His face immediately grows warm.

"I-I just wanted to show you something."

You point toward a tiny, almost invisible crack high up on the wall.

"If you're so confident... hit that."

He looks where you're pointing before grinning.

"...Easy."

He takes a few steps back and then his body moves exactly as he's practiced thousands of times.

BOOM!

The ball strikes the exact spot you'd pointed at.

"...See?" he says proudly.

Then his smile disappears.

Because the ball rebounds much harder than either of you expected... Straight toward you.

"Look out!"

You barely have time to turn your head.

THWACK!

Pain explodes across your face as the ball slams into your nose.

You stumble backward, one hand flying to your face.

"...Ow..."

The moment Isagi sees blood seeping between your fingers, every ounce of color drains from his face.

"...No."

He runs to you so quickly he nearly trips over himself. "I'm so sorry!"

He carefully holds your shoulders, terrified of making things worse.

"Can you look at me? Does anything else hurt? Are you dizzy? I'm sorry."

The apologies don't stop.

Even while helping you sit down... "I'm sorry." While grabbing an ice pack... "I'm sorry." While the school nurse checks your nose... "I'm really, really sorry."

The nurse eventually sighs.

"You've apologized enough."

"I haven't." He looks absolutely miserable.."If I hadn't tried to show off..." He lowers his head. "...this wouldn't have happened."

Later the doctor confirms your nose isn't broken, but it's badly bruised and swollen.

Isagi walks you home in complete silence.

Every few steps he'd glance toward your face before looking away again.

By the time you reach your door, he finally speaks.

"...I think I ruined everything."

"What?"

"I wanted you to think I was cool." He laughs weakly. "Instead I kicked a football into your face. So..."

He forces a smile. "I guess this is where I give up."

You stare at him.

"Give up?"

"I don't think there's any coming back from that."

You can't help smiling.

"You know, you actually hit exactly where I told you to. That rebound wasn't exactly your fault. And honestly..."

You chuckle.

"That shot was really cool."

His brain completely short-circuits.

"...Huh?"

"You've gotten really good."

His entire face turns bright red.

"...P-Please don't say that..."

"But it's true."

He quickly covers his face with both hands.

"I don't think my heart can take compliments right now..."

Meguru Bachira

"Watch carefully!"

Bachira practically bounces around the field before the demonstration even starts. "My monster's in a really good mood today!"

"So are you."

"Exactly!"

He laughs brightly before beginning to dribble. The ball dances around him as if it were attached to his feet by invisible strings. Left. Right. Spin. Heel flick. Rainbow flick.

You clap, genuinely impressed.

"You're showing off."

"I know!" He flashes you a grin so wide it almost hurts to look at. "I want you to think I'm cool!"

His honesty makes you laugh.

He spins one more time before trying an especially flashy touch.

"...Oops."

His foot presses on the ball harder than he intended. And it rockets right towards you.

"...Eh?"

Neither of you reacts fast enough.

THUD!

It smacks directly into your face.

You yelp, clutching your nose.

"...NO!"

He immediately tries to run toward you. Except...

He steps directly onto the football.

"...Whoa—" His feet shoot out from underneath him.

BAM!

He lands face-first on the grass.

You both remain motionless for several seconds.

"My face..." You groan.

"My nose..." Bachira mumbles into the grass.

The silence lasts only a moment before you accidentally glance at each other. And suddenly you both burst into laughter..

His nose is red so is yours. It hurts too a lot. Which somehow makes you laugh even harder.

Bachira eventually crawls over to you on his knees.

"I'm sorry..." He gently hands you a towel. "I really wanted to impress you. Instead I knocked you over... and then knocked myself over."

"You definitely did."

He pouts.

"My monster betrayed me." He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "...Do you still think I'm cool?"

You smile.

"I think you're adorable."

He freezes, rhen slowly hides his burning face behind both hands.

"...Monster... I think I'm in trouble."

Seishiro Nagi

"This is pointless." Nagi lazily spins the football beneath his foot while looking at the goal. "You'll never block it."

You fold your arms.

"You haven't even tried."

"...Sounds like a hassle."

"Scared?"

He sighs. "...Fine."

He walks several steps back before glancing toward you standing proudly in front of the goal.

"Ready?"

"Always."

He barely puts any effort into the shot. At least, that's what it looks like...

But the ball flies toward the corner with terrifying speed.

Your instincts kick in and you dive.

Unfortunately, you dive directly into the path of the ball.

THUD!The impact sends you falling onto your back.

Nagi's eyes widen. "...Eh?"

The football rolls harmlessly into the goal He doesn't even look at it.

Instead, he immediately runs toward you.

Actually runs.

"Hey." He kneels beside you almost instantly.."...Look at me."

You remove your hand from your face just enough for him to see the swelling beginning around your nose.

"...Crap." His usual lazy expression completely disappears. "I'm sorry."

His voice is unusually quiet.

"Does it hurt?"

"...Yeah."

"...I'm really sorry."

He carefully helps you sit up before holding an ice pack against your cheek.

For once, he doesn't complain. He doesn't call anything troublesome. He simply stays beside you the entire time.

And later that evening, after the doctor assures both of you that your nose isn't broken but will bruise badly, Nagi walks you home.

Neither of you says much. Eventually, he scratches the back of his neck.

"...Well... I guess I messed up."

"You did."

"...Yeah." He sighs dramatically. "I just lost every chance I had of impressing you."

You stop walking. "...What?"

His eyes slowly widen. "...Did I say that out loud?"

"You did."

His ears immediately turn pink. "...That's... a bigger hassle than the football."

You can't help laughing.

"So... You were trying to impress me?"

He hides the lower half of his face inside the collar of his hoodie. "...Yeah...Guess that plan failed."

You smile softly.

"I don't know. I mean, the shot was amazing."

Nagi blinks. "...You still think it was cool?"

"I do."

He stares at you for a long moment before quietly looking away, his ears burning.

"...What a hassle."

But despite the words, the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips refuses to disappear.

Tabito Karasu

Karasu has been looking forward to today for almost a week.

He casually invites you to watch his practice, pretending it isn't a big deal, but in reality, he spent the entire morning planning which tricks and shots will make him look the coolest in front of you.

"Don't mess this up," he mutters to himself.

From the sidelines, you can't help smiling as you watch him. Every now and then he glances your way with that smug grin, clearly trying to act as if he isn't performing specifically for you.

You decide to tease him a little.

Instead of calling his name, you quietly walk around the side of the field, wanting to surprise him from behind the goal.

At that exact moment, Karasu traps the ball with one foot before winding up for a powerful shot.

He looks up, his eyes meet yours and his heart stops.

Because you're standing exactly where he has aimed.

"Move!"

It's already too late.

THUD!

The ball strikes your face head-on.

You stumble backward, immediately covering your nose as pain shoots through your face.

"...Ow..."

Karasu stands frozen. Then he drops everything and sprints toward you.

For the first time since you've met him, he can't even speak.

"Hey!"

His usual teasing voice is completely gone.

He carefully pulls your hands away just enough to check your face, his own expression growing paler when he sees blood.

"...Shit I'm so sorry. I didn't see you." His fingers tremble slightly as he makes sure you're still conscious. "You alright? Can you hear me?"

The confident flirt who always has something clever to say suddenly can't find a single joke.

After the doctor confirms it's not anything threatening, Karasu insists on walking you home.

Neither of you says much. His hands stay buried in his pockets as he stares at the pavement.

Finally, he lets out a dry laugh.

"...Guess that's it."

"Hm?"

"I spent weeks trying to flirt with you." He shakes his head. "I thought today, I will finally impress you. Insteaf, I broke your nose."

He rubs the back of his neck, unable to meet your eyes. "There goes every chance I have."

You blink before laughing softly.

He sighs.

"...Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not. You looked pretty cool before I get hit. Your shot was amazing."

He stares at you for several seconds. Then, for the first time all afternoon, his cheeks slowly turn pink.

"...You're unbelievable."

Eita Otoya

"Watch this!" Otoya flashes you one of his signature carefree smiles before spinning the ball beneath his foot. "I've been practicing this just for today. So don't blink."

You laugh, folding your arms as you stand off to the side.

He loves making you smile. And If he looks cool while doing it, even better.

He flicks the ball into the air before striking it cleanly.

Only..

.He notices you moving at the last possible second. To get a better view.

"...Wait." His eyes widen. "...No!"

The ball flies straight toward you.

SMACK!

You drop to one knee, immediately grabbing your face.

"...Ow..."

"NO!" Otoya is already running before the ball even stops rolling. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO!"

He kneels beside you, completely panicking as blood slips between your fingers.

"I swear! I wasn't aiming at you! I just wanted to impress you!" He looks around frantically. "...Doctor!"

Without waiting for an answer, he takes off running at full speed.

You stare after him. "...Otoya?"

Five minutes pass.

Then ten.

You actually start wondering if he just abandoned you or not.

Just as you're about to text him, you hear shouting in the distance.

"WE'RE OVER HERE!"

Otoya comes sprinting back, completely out of breath.Behind him are a doctor, two trainers, someone carrying a first-aid kit... and somehow, a bouquet of flowers he'd apparently grabbed on the way.

He practically collapses beside you.

"I panicked..."

"I can see that."

"I thought if I come back empty-handed, you'll never forgive me."

Despite your aching face, you can't stop yourself from laughing.

When the doctor finishes treating you, Otoya sits beside you with his head hanging low.

"...I really think today was going to be different."

"What do you mean?"

"I wanted you to see me as someone cool. Instead..." He points at your bandaged nose. "...This happens." He sighs dramatically. "I'm finished."

"No you're not."

"You don't understand. I literally assaulted my crush with a football."

"...Your crush?"

His eyes widen. "...Forget I said that."

You smile.

"I don't think I can."

Ryusei Shidou

"Oi!" Shidou tosses the football onto the grass before grinning at you."Watch this!"

"You've said that five times already."

"Because it's gonna be sick!"

He kicks the ball into the air before attempting an outrageous volley.

It would've been perfect, if the ball didn't clip the crossbar and changed it's direction completely... Straight toward you.

THUD!

The impact echoes across the field.

You stagger backward, clutching your nose.

"...Ow..."

Shidou's grin vanishes.

"...OH, HELL NO!"

He sprints over so fast he almost tackles you himself.

"Oh no! I JUST HIT MY CRUSH! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"

You slowly lower your hands from your face.

"...Your what?"

He freezes.

"...Ah." He blinks once, then rubs the back of his neck. "...Guess I wasn't supposed to yell that."

"You have a crush on me?"

"I mean..." He laughs. "You aren't exactly supposed to find out because of..." He points toward your nose. "...that."

Despite the situation, you can't help laughing.

"You confess by giving a nose injury?"

"Look..." He sighs dramatically. "I had better plans."

Later, after making absolutely certain you're alright, Shidou sits beside you outside the clinic.

"I seriously think I blow it."

"You kind of did."

"Yeah. I nailed my crush in the face." He groans loudly. "That's gotta be the worst confession in history."

You laugh and he looks over at you before smiling sheepishly.

"...At least now you know."

Michael Kaiser

"You trust me, don't you?"

"...Not particularly."

Kaiser places a polished red apple on top of your head with theatrical elegance.

"You wound me, Schatz"

"I feel like you're about to wound me."

He ignores the comment, instead smiles confidently.

"No you're about to observe perfection."

He steps backward. The field seems to grow quieter.

"I'm going to strike the ball. The apple will fall. And you will witness true genius."

You stare at him.

"This sounds like a terrible idea."

"It is only terrible for those without talent."

He smirks before taking his shot and the ball flies exactly where he intends.

Unfortunately... You flinch. And the slightest movement changes everything.

THUD!

The ball smashes directly into your face.

The apple drops to the ground a second later.

Kaiser's confident smile disappears. "...Impossible."

You slowly grab your nose."...Ow."

Blood begins dripping onto the grass.

Kaiser quickly walks over, trying very hard to maintain his dignity despite the panic beginning to show.

"...It's alright. My Empress can withstand something like—"

You look up with murderous eyes. "...The fuck do you mean my Empress?"

For the first time in a long time... Michael Kaiser forgets how to speak and his face slowly becomes bright red.

"...I... That..." Kaiser covers his mouth with one hand, completely mortified. "...I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Yet..."

"You've been calling me 'my Empress' this whole time?"

"...Internally."

"...Internally?"

"...This is a disaster."

For the rest of the trip to the hospital, Kaiser is unusually quiet.

He walks half a step behind you, carrying your bag without being asked, occasionally glancing at your bandaged nose before immediately looking away.

By the time the doctor confirms you'll be fine, he has convinced himself there's no recovering from this.

As the two of you step outside, he lets out a defeated sigh.

"...I wanted you to remember me as someone impressive." He laughs bitterly. "Instead, you'll remember me as the idiot who kicks a football into your face while calling you 'my Empress.'"

You look at him for a moment before smiling despite your bruised nose.

"...To be fair, you looked pretty cool right up until the part where you hit me. You almost pull it off."

He immediately smirks. "So you do understand, right? That it happened because you moved?"

You sigh.