#seiz.thoughts

nagi seishiro loves the way your eyes twinkle in the sun, but you would never know that because he shades your eyes whenever they are in the sun. but that’s because he’s scared the sun will burn your retina.

nagi seishiro who randomly tells you facts about history while he’s on his phone. he doesn’t look up from his phone as he starts to ramble about the opium war and how his game is connected to it.

nagi seishiro who has a lot to say but would rather stare at you for hours, getting lost in the details on your face. no amount of words could ever describe the way he felt whenever he felt your presence near him.

nagi seishiro who never holds your hands because his get all sweaty at the thought of doing something romantic for you. that’s why he never gets you flowers with paper wrapping, even if they’re more romantic.

nagi seishiro who rarely forgets anything you tell him, because despite his lazy facade, you’re special enough to him that he pays attention. although sometimes he gets distracted by your eyes and forgets to listen.

nagi seishiro who loves to hug you, his hands snug against your waist and his head in the crook of your neck while his legs encase you. just having you in his arms is enough for him to feel like he’s on cloud nine.

nagi seishiro who always has his phone on dnd, except you’re the only person whose messages and calls always go through. even in the dead of the night he will always answer you, even if it’s 2 in the morning and neither of you should be awake.

nagi seishiro who likes to do what you like to do. even if he has to hike up a mountain instead of sleeping, or going out and shopping instead of playing his games, or going out for a date instead of staying in. as long as you’re happy he’s happy.

nagi seishiro who tried his best to not put anything too high up, but every once in a while he wants you to call for him. he loves being of service to you.

nagi seishiro whose love language is quality time and acts of service. he is content with just being in the same room with you, or being on call and just hearing you breathe. he loves to help you out, even when it’s math and he doesn’t know what to do either he always tries.

nagi seishiro who only has his eyes on you. the only person he ever greets is you, the only person he thinks of besides his games is you, the only person who he thinks about while shopping and zoning out is you. he could spend his nights thinking about you instead of being on his phone.

itoshi rin is a shitty boyfriend on the surface. he seldom gives you attention when he’s watching soccer matches, and he really just doesn’t spend time with you. but in truth he just gets so nervous around you that he can’t even talk to you sometimes.

itoshi rin who hugs you whenever you ask. although his eyes are glued on the tv while he’s studying the techniques of other players his arms are open for you. and if you bother him hard enough he’ll pause the video and give you a kiss, but it’s hard to get him annoyed because everything you do gets him nervous, not irritated.

itoshi rin who likes to call you by your first name, he thinks it holds more meaning but in reality he just can’t bring himself to call you ‘pookie-bear’ like you suggested. when he’s feeling super bold he calls you babe, but never out loud, he’d die of shame.

itoshi rin who likes to be held by you when you sleep together or nap. he feels secured by your presence and likes the feeling of being held. although sometimes he gets anxious and hugs you a bit too tight, but it’s hard to complain because he is often too busy with his own thoughts

itoshi rin who tries his hardest to make food for you. unlike his brother he has basic housewife skills, he can cook, clean, whatever but he can’t make elaborate dishes. they always turn out tone a little messy but you can tell he made them with love because even if it isn’t the best your pans are cleaner than they were the day before.

itoshi rin who likes to buy matching couple merch. matching hoodies, necklaces, bracelets, socks, even underwear if he can find it. he likes to match with you because while he’s away he finds comfort in having things that you have.

itoshi rin who tries to listen instead of offering solutions to your problems right away. he’s begun to pick up on how your mood is affected by his responses, he knows that you get more upset when he proposes solutions and that you’re more likely to calm down if he just listens instead.

itoshi rin who doesn’t like to waste his time willy nilly but lays around with you. if you don’t let him escape from bed on the weekends he’ll stay with you the whole day. he doesn’t mind it because in his head sometimes he has to put himself first and spend time with you.

itoshi rin who has a physical album of you in his room sandwiched between his mattress and the bed frame so you’ll never find it. he keeps all the pictures from your dates in there, as well as important information like anniversary dates or things you like.

itoshi rin who sends you pictures of his feet because one time you asked for toe pics as a joke and he sent them for real. so now he just sends you them whenever he feels like it.

itoshi rin who knows how to paint nails and do basic nail art because he knows you like to have pretty nails. sometimes he’ll match with you, but while you have a whole set he might only have it on his pinkie or thumb.

itoshi rin who is surprisingly patient with you when attempting to teach you how to play soccer because he wants fo share what he loves with you. he doesn’t yell at you when you completely miss the goalpost, nor does he mock you for being bad at dribbling, but if it does peeve him he’ll yell at the blue lock boys and never at you.

nagi hates using up any energy with a burning passion, but for you he would do anything. you know that he would. but what you also know is that there’s only one thing nagi wouldn’t do for you, and that thing is,

“I’m not washing the dishes!” he whines wrapping his arms around your waist and trying to bury his head into your stomach. “and you aren’t either, we can use the dishwasher or something.”

“nagi. the dishwasher is full of clean dishes.” you remind him, trying to pry his larger body off of yours. but to no avail as his lanky body came packed with muscles that you spent time admiring. “and one of us has to do the dishes. otherwise the apartment is gonna start smelling like shit.” he groans into your stomach.

“we’ll move apartments when it gets too stinky.” he tries to reason with you but his logic was something that only worked for video games. “don’t look at me like that.”

“you can’t even see my face.”

“yeah but you always make that face whenever you don’t agree with me.” he was right. right now your lips were curled into a frown and your eyes had gotten squinty. “see.” he said, lifting his head off your stomach to look at you through his snowy bangs.

“well whatever. now get off me before i make you do the dishes.” he quickly separated his body from yours the moment that sentence left your lips. “wow. really?” you raise an eyebrow in disbelief. “seishiro.”

“don’t be like that angel, i’ll follow you to the sink. i’ll help you dry the dishes.” you could hear it in his voice that he didn’t want to touch the dishes at all, but he was willing to try and compromise with you so you didn’t have to wash the dishes by yourself.

“fine. but you’d better do a good job. i’m not gonna let you off easy today.”

“aye aye captain,” he smiled while bringing up a hand to salute you.

“you’re so cringe seishiro.”

“you can go back to calling me nagi now.” he suggests while following you off the couch. he felt a little uneasy answering to his given name, you only ever used it in a serious context and that already had his mind doing laps.

“i’ll go back to calling you nagi when you start doing the dishes yourself.” you grumble, approaching the sink. you knew he wasn’t gonna start magically washing the dishes but what you did know was that later he would end up doing all the housework for you. “now come on, you’re gonna have some dishes to dry real soon.”

he hummed in response while once again wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on the crook of your neck.

“tell me when i gotta start drying the dishes. ‘ma take a little nap while waiting for ya angel.”

“i will.”

“and then after i’ll sweep the floor for you ‘kay?”

“okay.”

“make sure those dishes are clean.” he joked. you didn’t let that comment slide though, “ow! sorry sorry, i won’t say that again.” he apologized keeping one arm around you while the other tended to his side you had just jabbed.

“now go and sweep the floor before i do that again.”

he enjoys walking to school with you, even though his annoying little brother has to follow him to school sae’s day starts off on a good note. he listens as you tell him about your dream from the night before, every now and then dropping a comment about how messy the plot line was.

he waits for you at your locker before he drops you off at your first hour. he shares a little small talk with shidou whose locker happens to be right next to yours. but sae isn’t worried, he trusted you to know that he was the only man in your heart. he carries your books to class for you, and as cringe as it is he tells you that he loves you before leaving for his locker.

after your first hour he comes to pick you up, the frown on his face is immediately replaced by a smile when he spots you standing near the door. his hair is a little messy and his cheeks are pink, he tells you about how much he hates the stairs but if he took his time you would be late for your next class.

the walk to your second hour is a little quicker than the first. but lucky for the two of you your classes are right across the hall from each other. he waves wistfully in your direction as he exits the door to your class.

his leg bounces in anticipation as the last few minutes of second hour near. he’s the first one out the door, shoving his new homework into his textbook and rushing towards the door to your class. you tell him your cheeks hurt from laughing in second hour, and he asks if you think your class is funnier than he is. you jokingly say yes and watch as his lip juts out but the rest of his face returns to a neutral expression. but it only lasts for so long as you both approach your third hour. he follows you in, taking his seat right behind you. whoever made your schedules had sae’s best interest in mind because it was a miracle he was in your home room class.

you pass notes during class, careful to not get caught by the teacher. but he never noticed, but even if he did the sight of two young teens falling in love was more than enough for him to not involve himself. third hour passes by in a flash and it’s time for lunch. you stop by your locker while sae takes a quick detour to the boys bathroom.

together you guys run towards the cafeteria in hopes that your seats wouldn’t be taken by other students. you arrive just in time with him, taking a seat next to the window sae unpacks the lunch he prepared for the both of you that morning. your bentos are matching, his was red while yours was pink. the rice balls he made with love were heart shaped and the sides he packed were all stars and hearts that made your stomach do flips.

lunch passes by quickly. after all, the good things never last. but the rest of the day passes by in a flash. he drops you off upstairs for your fourth hour, and hurries down the same flight to try and make it to class in time.

the walk to fifth hour is a quiet one, it’s nearing the end of the day and it’s been about an hour since you had lunch. he knows that you want a snack around this time and hands you a bag of chips as well as a bottle of flavored water. he kisses you on the forehead and wishes you luck before hurrying away to his class all the way on the other side of the school.

he doesn’t make it on time to pick you up to go to sixth hour, but he always does his best to try and meet you halfway at least. today he succeeds in arriving a little earlier than usual, he pants heavily telling you that you were a slow walker. but you know he’s just messing around because of the way he looks at you when you offer him the water. words of gratitude are exchanged.

your sixth hour teacher greets the two of you cheerfully. she always enjoyed interacting with you two as the feelings the two of you had for each other was something straight out of a romantic movie. she lets the two of you sit next to each other as long as sae doesn’t let his attention wander away from the board and takes notes for once in class instead of staring at you the whole hour.

thinking about going to the arcade with rin, he doesn’t like the noisiness or the weird music they were always playing, but he loved to make you happy. he follows behind you, silently judging the layout of this place. he’s careful to stay close to you, not wanting to let his eyes wander off for too long, lest he lose you in the sea of people.

he hears the little whispers of the people around him, he was being recognized. not that it mattered to him, he just hoped they’d be civil enough to leave him to tend to his lover.

finally, you stopped walking. he stood in front of the claw machine, not understanding your enthusiasm and excitement for a plushie he could just buy.

“it’s more romantic if you win it for me.”

he didn’t understand your answer, it was all the same to him. but regardless of his opinion, he had still followed you all the way to the arcade for some dingy plush.

his competitive streak fires up as you cheer him on, he was on his third try already. he was starting to get a bit annoyed, these machines were rigged. there was no way he would be able to win one for you if the claw machine decided to drop the plush right before he was able to get it to the opening hole.

but he continued to try, and on his seventh, he presented you with a cute star plush. his expression remained unchanging from the cold look he had earlier, but you knew that he was happy to have been able to fulfill your wish.

“happy now?” he sounded annoyed, but he just couldn’t ignore how he wasted seven dollars and let you watch him struggle for a stupid stuffed toy.

“very.” he watches as you smile widely at his prize. he now understood what you meant when you said it was more romantic that he won it for you.

he leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek, not letting the nosy eyes of passersby get a glimpse of him kissing you on the lips. that was reserved for him only. a small smile broke his cold expression as he took your hand in his, walking you to the door of the arcade.