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adoregojo · 2 months

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↬ two paths 一 ⦁ nagi.s, reo.m

▶︎ sooooooooooooo... this is some rotting dabble i abandoned, and since Im kind of desperate for any glimpse of motivation, i finished it. and surprise, surprise! its a reo and nagi fic lmaolmao.

▶︎ summary: reo have had a crush on you for a good long two years, and when it's the time to word his love to you, but a obstruct of your part says otherwise. ▶︎ context: nagi is your childhood friend, jealousy, idk if this counts as a love triangle? it's more like your a brick head, some angst (ofc) kind of a plottwist !!gn reader!!

"i like you, I've liked you ever since you stepped into my world, i like everything about you, your smile, your eyes, your gentle hands, your laugh, and most of all your soul that kept me hostage. and i-"

the hang up sound cut him off.

silence fell upon the other side of the phone, only the stillness of the disconnected tone nudging him back to reality. his hold on the phone was a robust one, so stout to the point of a crack to echo. the compound of bitterness, remorse, frustration, all were hefty on the little pinning heart of his.

and with that, you rejected reo, without even saying a word.

and the next days were nothing but a grievous duration, to him the most. as much as reo didn't want to see you for a while, there was no escaping you when you were in the same school, classroom, 一hell, even club. you were in every corner and every ditch, and he'll be a dead lier if he said that your appearance alone wouldn't tiptoe on his heartstrings. reo can stay still ever so firmly and yet you'd still be able to prod him out of his ground as convenient.

reo wanted to be mad at you, to hate you even, but he couldn't, he sincerely couldn't. even when the strain was tense, unbearable, but somehow it also felt pitifully suffocated, graciously. it was you after all, where he felt like a fragile creature under your spell, gosh一 you had reo warped around your finger with cement.

nevertheless, what drove him to the edge was how you operated it. while reo handled it by immersing himself in two blankets and eat ice cream to pacified him to crying himself to sleep. however, you on the other hand was having the time of your life. greeting him good morning to saying goodbyes, even asking him how his day went, did his confession meant that little to you?

reo wondered if you bat an eye, you just denied him after all, but some acknowledgment would've been great. or at least have a talk about it. but instead you acted like it never even happened. the idea of you skipping over his feelings made him sick to his core, it sounded so ill-suited, you above all if not the most considerate, thoughtful person he'd ever met. that's how reo fell for you in the first place.

he wasn't gonna apologies for being selfish, he wanted you to himself. reo kept all his feelings for you bottled up for a good old two years, and he just cannot bare with the fear of someone else stealing you anymore 一something that kept him on trails of restless nights一

maybe that's what herd him away from you, the decedent between the two grew by each day. yet reo loved you too much to live with the consequences of his actions, he can't even look at you without screaming 'why don't you care as much as i do', your sudden unfamiliarity stings him slowly and most of all painfully.

for you to blow him away like a dust that burdens your clothes felt it was caused by a clone, or did he just never knew you like he thought he did?

it ached to see you asking him if he's okay, if you did something wrong to drive him away. and goddamn it hurts seeing you like this, he would rather bang his head to the wall repeatedly than see that anguished expression ever again, and worst of all, reo was the reason for it.

you were heavy on his mind 一as if you weren't already一 the recollection of you standing with your sweaty palms rubbing against each other, a bad habit you do when you get uneasy, he really fucked up to the point where you have became a nervous wreck in his presence. your utter was light, questioning if he even wanted to be your 'friend' anymore.

you weren't the one to blame, reo was the one who stopped talking to you, stopped sitting with you for lunch, he even withdrew the club you two shared 一he didn't even have a liking for it, just joined because you were there一 all that and you still tugged on the last tie of faith reo would walk back into your life with open arms.

but reo didn't want to be your 'friend', not anymore. he wanted to be the one to protect you, to understand you, he wanted to be your man, your other half more anything, for him to be your everything just like you are his. you can't just make heaven a living place on earth then walk away when he was on knees for you.

he left you at halt, saying that he needed some time. you never knew time for what because he walked away before letting you word anything out. so now, his hands buried deep in his pockets, he felt heavy, mind and heart on a race track. he felt awful, the image of you standing in confusion, lost on what to do will hunt him to his grave. he tried running his fingers throughout his violet lockes, he was petty, selfish, and reo knew he could've worded it better instead of this.

from the corner of his eye, he could spot a bunch of flowers fluttering under the rush of air, hit by the sunlight to outshine any other plants besides. he could've think of how beautiful they looked, but no, the first thing that popped out his mind was the image of how bliss you'll be seeing them flourish just the way you liked it.

reo contemplating his actions, the pure, straightforward out of his heart gates confession and how far it had driven him. how beyond it had tossed what you two had. something blended with bittersweetness squeezed within his chest, envisioning of your smile made it a challenge to breathe.

so he keeps on strolling, trying to straighten himself until a familiar tall white headed form comes to his view. ranking ahead of a vending machine, nagi was too busy searching for what it appears to be a coin to even notice reo.

nagi was your friend, the one who watched the two of you downfall in silence. he didn't say a thing about it, didn't get involved and much rather concentrate on his phone-games. but there was something else, nagi have been your friend for what reo have been told since childhood. it was something anyone can figure out in the first glance, nagi doesn't leave your side for what it seems like eternally, he remained as your sidekick for decades. he witnessed all your phases, your growth. and he wasn't planning on departure his spot. it was a rare sight to see nagi not glued to your side, did the sky spare him? did his desperation reaches the empyrean?

"hey," reo announced his presence, nagi's bored eyes soaring over him. so the purple head flipped a coin to his direction, nagi tamed it halfway, staring at the single coin then back at his friend. "need another one." he uttered flatly as ever, so reo push out a sigh as he tossed him another one. the snowy head mummers a low thanks.

"listen, i need to tell you something." reo enunciates after a moment of hesitation, caressing the back of his neck as his lilac hues kept on swirling around. his friend just humming in acknowledgment, supporting his chin with his hand while still examining over the endless optionals of drinks.

"it's about yn."

nagi rattled momentarily, your name was like a cold water on his senses.

well, that was easy. reo thought. "i did something a few weeks ago, and i think i fucked up everything." he says, undertone. as if he was admitting an unforgivable crime.

"what did you do?" there was something off about nagi's tone, his grip on the coins was merciless. but his face still seemed boarded, nonchalantly but oddly firmed for some reason.

"i kind of admitted my feelings to them..."

nagi's daze expression shattered in an instant, not anything crazy, but his eyes grew obscure, casing over reo like a giant blacked cloud.

for nagi to carry that kind of aura was eccentric, that face would only arise every time an unnamed got a little too close to you. at that time, reo convinced himself that he was imagining that, because nagi out of all people stood his ground when it comes to dating, he'd always say the same thing 'dating sounds like a hassle'. and sometimes something wild like 'don't need someone else around, I already have yn.' reo wasn't a backstabber, he only confessed to you because he lived under the roof that his friend wasn't even able to handle anything intrigued with romance.

"i just, been liking them for ages. and i found the strength to finally say it to them, they-"

"hung up on you." the snowy head finished his line, which made reo eyes widen a bit.

he shifted awkwardly, "haha, did they tell you? how embarrassing.." he tried laughing it off, trying to avoid nagi's gaze for his sake.

"they didn't." nagi spoke quickly, voice strained than usual.

"oh? so how did you?.."

"because i did it. i was the one who hanged up."

there was a moment of lull, where not even the waves of wind could sooth over the tension. reo stood still, waiting for nagi to stick out his tongue playfully and shout 'gotcha!', praying for whoever might've fell upon to this to be a sick prank.

"you what?" he doesn't even realize he spoke before the words had already slipped.

nagi sigh tiredly, his fingers still at halt to press the numbers of his wanted drink, he didn't like focusing on two thing at the same time. "i thought you'd figure it out already. man, do i have to explain myself now? what a hassle." he let out softly.

"nagi, you-"

reo doesn't get get the chance to speak, to think, before nagi cut him off swiftly handling the conversation, like he knew this was coming. "listen, reo. i like being your friend, but i can't let you have yn." his words kept hurtling reo, it all poured down at his like a sucker punch.

"i don't understand."

"it's not that hard, i liked them first, i found them first. so they're basically mine."

oh, oh.

it all made sense now. reo felt like an idiot, why is he seeing this now? this is why you were clueless, because you didn't answer it in the first place. why, why was he so rushed to say it and not letting what he thought was you speak first.

every time when nagi would drink from the same bottle of yours, when he would twirl around a piece of your hair randomly, when his head would rest on your shoulder in every ride home, when he would shut down every time reo rambled about you, he just got it. why was he just connecting the puzzle? was his feelings for you so blinding that he couldn't see this?

reo wanted to say something, in fact things. but the lump in his throat clogs his attempts to protests. leaving his mouth agape.

and it was like nagi couldn't get a hold of concern about this, in fact he found waiting for his drinks to make it way down more interesting. yet he sensed a blazing breeze from his friend's direction, it was hard not to when they were on the same burden as an elephant. so the snowy head swiftly retorted, "plus, you already are the standard, right? I'm pretty sure you can find someone else, it'll be better if you found one quicker."

after that, nagi bent over to grab what was supposed to be his lemon tea alongside your favourite one. boredom eyes doubled-dyed at the cans, mostly at yours before blowing out a vague breath一did he just scoff?

"why you.."

"sorry, don't like sharing."

and with that, nagi walked away. head empty with the only maintenance thing was a picture of you as he handed you your favourite flavour with the money that wasn't even his. leaving reo dumbfounding at his back, he didn't get a say on this, like this wasn't even meant for him.

this wasn't a stage he can purchase to himself, not even to earn a role. he felt like a third-wheel in you and nagi's love tale.

it loathes him, brings him to edge even. but most of all, reo now wanted you more than anything.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #nagi x reader #reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #nagi seishiro x reader

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seravphs · 11 months

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — NAGI SEISHIRO x FEM READER

There’s nothing as annoying as a genius, especially one that’s better than you. When you break your ankle, being forced to train the newest member of the team brings out the worst side of you - but also possibly the best?

wc — 4.5k

tags — figure skating au, tutor au, hardworking star athlete reader x lazy genius Nagi, sports injury, self doubt, “I’m always the challenger, never the champion” quote is from Yuzuru Hanyu, title from FOB song

One more.

You’re so close to victory you can almost snap your jaws around it. The smell of it is familiar. It’s the tang of bloody split knees and the old penny copper of chewing through your lip.

Cold sweeps over your body, not from the icy air, but the proximity to greatness. This is the moment. You can feel the gold medal in your grasp already.

It’s the cleanest program you’ve ever skated by far. The cheers and gasps of the audience in response to each perfect rotation has your blood singing. You make a sharp turn on the very tip of your skate to prepare for the final jump, drawing your arms in close to your chest like a hug.

The music swells to a crescendo as you tip your head back, letting the blood rush to your brain. There’s a certain zone you hit when the moment is just right, a little like runner’s high. Like an elixir of liquid gold sparking through your veins, it’s addictive. It dances through you, making you feel light enough to attempt this last jump.

“Don’t go for it if you don’t feel ready,” you remember Coach Prince telling you.

You wouldn’t if you thought you couldn’t make it, but everything about this program has felt so right. This is the culmination of everything you’ve trained so hard for this entire year. Each breath crystallizes in your lungs, a beautiful ache in your rib cage as you feel yourself succumb to the lure of the ice.

You want it.

You’ve never desired anything this badly in your entire life, and you’re going to take it. You deserve it. There’s a violence to your thoughts, a sort of desperation. This is a moment you’ve dreamed of over and over, the seconds before you hit the peak, just like all of the skaters you’ve looked up to before.

You hear it before you feel it, a crunching noise. There was a hole on the ice just two centimeters in front of your foot. The jagged edge caught onto your skate when you lept, throwing off the angle of your entry point into the air. With that one mistake, your entire jump is wrong. Your momentum falters too fast, too much, and you’re falling, falling.

The sound of your body slamming into the ice is sickening. For a second, you’re dazed, left wondering what went wrong. There’s no more screams of joy or applause.

Your coach is on the ice, murmuring something into your ear that you can’t hear, but you try to push him away. If he’s here, that means something is seriously wrong. You try to pull yourself up, because even a failed jump doesn’t completely destroy your program. If you can at least finish-

You can’t get up.

Frozen, you look over your shoulder to where your legs are sprawled behind you. Your ankle is twisted in an ugly direction, your foot pointing the wrong way.

“Don’t look,” Coach Prince is saying, but it’s too late. You resist the urge to throw up.

It’s over.

Your dream of being the greatest has died, right here with your broken bones on the ice.

You were never a masochist before the accident. Something must’ve happened when you slammed into the ground to rewire your brain. Why else would you be here, putting yourself through the sweet torture of watching everyone else accomplish what you couldn’t?

“Man, there is something wrong with you.”

“Hi to you too, coach.”

“I hope you’re not here to skate.”

“I’m not that dumb,” you say. He doesn’t know that you’ve already decided to hang up your skates. This is the last tournament you’ll ever compete in.

“How’s the ankle? You should be resting at home, not here. Doesn’t it irritate you to watch people skate when you can’t?”

“Real sensitive of you,” you say sarcastically. Predictably, he ignores you.

“Listen, I got this kid-“

“No.”

“Come on! He’s new, he’s got to learn the ropes somehow. He’s a prospective! You were one, once.”

You wouldn’t be a good role model, anyway.

“Ask Barou.”

“They don’t like each other.”

“Ask Reo.”

His sudden silence reminds you what you already know. Reo’s too busy skating to introduce a newbie to the ice. Everyone is - the start of the season is always crammed full of training. You’re the only one who’s free, because you’re the only one who can’t train.

“Where is he?”

Coach Prince ignores the bitterness in your tone. He’s good at ignoring you - must be lots of practice.

Looking at Nagi Seishiro, you wonder why you even bothered. This boy is not going to be a skater. You’re surprised someone even got him to the rink - someone, because it clearly wasn’t him.

How is this boy even alive?

He stirs, dispelling your fears that perhaps a sloth had been mistaken for a human boy and deposited at the rink.

“Hello? Nagi?”

All you get is a groan in response. You’re starting to get annoyed.

“I’m here to show you the ropes.”

“Five minutes,” he whines.

You’re going to kill coach. Just who did he dump on you?

It’s with great effort that you get Nagi onto the ice, but at least he takes to it like a bird to water. Someone must’ve at least taught him the basics.

“Aren’t you going to get on the ice?”

“With this ankle?” You laugh. “This isn’t a class and I’m not your coach. I’m just here to walk you through some of the easy moves.”

Sometimes you help out with the beginner class. Coach likes to walk you or Reo out for demonstrations. Reo’s popular because he’s beautiful and well-known, so the students worship every move he makes.

As for you, your love for skating is infectious. It bleeds through in every lutz and axel, unbearably exposed. Every class with an appearance from you ends with students burning with the desire to extend their training into the next hour, and the next, and the next.

It makes it easy to get Nagi used to some easy jumps. To your surprise, no matter what variation you add, he nails all of them.

It’s just a little strange when he has no experience. Still, Nagi doesn’t seem like one of Prince’s pranks, if only because it looks like he’d have no energy to be involved in something like that. You decide to give him something a little harder.

“It’s okay if you can’t get it on the first try,” you tell him. “It took me a while and coach says I’m still one of the fastest students who ever got it.”

“Uh-huh,” Nagi says, and takes off across the ice.

He does a few laps to warm up. It’s a good call - most new skaters try to launch into a jump immediately, fearing they’ll lose their nerve if they don’t do it now. It’s a rookie mistake.

Nagi jumped like gravity was nothing more than a lightly amusing joke. He made it look effortless, even as you watched the muscles in his leg contract and release in an all too familiar way. You know that move. You’ve made it yours with hours of effort put into perfecting it.

Without trying, Nagi takes it for his own. The arc his skates carve through the ice and into the air steals your breath from your lungs. You’ve never seen anything like it. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to tear your eyes away from the beauty of it, frost following him through the air.

He lands, his face impassive even as you replay that moment over and over in your mind. Your blood sings with the reminder of how good skating can feel. Nagi’s leap mesmerized you. Even when you blink, he’s there, silhouetted against the black of your eyelids.

He hangs in the air, a snapshot at the height of the perfect jump that caught you unaware. Beauty that hunted and trapped you when you hadn’t even realized you were being stalked.

There’s a longing in your heart that can’t be quelled. When Nagi skates back over, you turn away. You don’t want him to see the look on your face. It’s too vulnerable.

Letting him see the miserable awe for his jump, the love that still remains despite how badly this sport has hurt you, would be like opening up your chest so he can make a display of your heart and lungs. You can’t.

“Was that good?”

“Fine.”

He shrugs. “I’m taking a break then.”

You shoot back around. “What? No! Get back on the ice.”

He stops, hovering in the doorway, halfway between the ice and the outer world.

“Huh? Why? I did it.”

“But you can do it better. You have real talent, but talent is nothing without skill. You have to train.”

“I don’t wanna.”

Throwing up your hands in disgust, you walk away. You won’t train someone who’s not willing.

Even if you see his skating in your dreams that night.

It really isn’t healthy for you to be at the rink every day when there’s nothing for you to do, but you still attend religiously after your physical therapy sessions. Reo, kind soul that he is, holds the door open for you.

“My friend is here, by the way,” he says conversationally as he walks you to your usual room. He offered to carry your bags. “He’s on your usual rink because - you know. I hope you don’t mind.”

It’s a broken ankle, not cancer. You wish everyone would stop skating around it. Even if it’s ruined your dreams, you can recognize that you’re the problem. It wouldn’t be so serious if you weren’t so diehard about skating.

But then again, doesn’t it say something that everyone else is just as dedicated? They can share your feelings, if not your methods of dealing with it. You’re more no nonsense than they are, but these are still the people that trained with you for years. That culture has leaked into you as it has into them.

A love.

A fever.

A sickness.

The walk to your side of the facility is just long enough that you have time to wonder who Reo let tag along. Maybe it’s the German genius, Michael Kaiser, though you hadn’t heard they were close. Or his model friend, Yukimiya, who sometimes skated recreationally.

It’s neither.

On your ice, you find the sloth, skating in slow figure eights.

You’re stunned. “What are you doing here?”

“I signed up,” Nagi said, casual as anything.

“You? The same person who gave up on skating immediately?”

“I see you met your new teammate!”

“Coach?” You splutter in shock, trying to understand the situation.

“Nagi’s decided to join us! I have an open spot, so he’s on Team Prince now.”

Nagi tilts his head. “So I’ll be skating with her?”

“Nope! You’re in singles, I’m just coaching both of you. When she gets better, your training times might overlap. You could learn a thing or two from her, you know!”

“I might not skate again,” you say, but you know he won’t take you seriously.

“She’s just kidding,” he laughs predictably. “Come on, let me show you this combo I taught her. Let’s see if you can beat her time.”

Neither of them get it. Your training center is full of men - you’re technically not even supposed to be there. Anri’s supposed to be your coach, but she took a pregnancy leave. She texted you the day the news broke. You still haven’t responded. You don’t know what to say.

For you, it’s not like it is for them.

You know the story. Male athletes can come back from something like this, but all women do is fall further and further down a slippery slope. Every woman who’s made it the top of the podium crashes soon enough. Two years is counted as a long run.

They push your bodies to the limit and marvel as they break down. The first fracture is only the beginning of a long and drawn out medical history.

The crowd begins to wane. They hear that you’re skating on glass. Another bad break hospitalized you for the second time. People are losing faith. Sponsors stop pouring money into you. Coach Prince has to stop training you because they won’t pay him. You go to someone else, someone worse.

They push you too hard. An almost-Olympic champion falling in their lap! They think this is their lucky break. They try to wring you dry, and in the process, your body collapses for the third time. A ligament or a tendon, it doesn’t matter. Something gives.

You keep trying, and trying, and trying, but all it does is make people pity you. Eventually, the pity turns to disgust. It’s never good to look desperate.

Your career fades out like a shooting star, the tail end a sad, messy streak that mars what could’ve been a sterling career.

You’d rather die than let that happen. It’s better to quit here, on your own terms. Better to let people remember you as the champion you were, rather than the has-been who didn’t know when to give up.

Even if it stings to know how close you could’ve gotten.

Recovery passes more quickly that you would’ve expected. It helps that you refuse to look at calendars. Counting the days would only make you strain against the chains of your cast. You don’t want to know until it’s here - it would be too painful.

“Hey, hey,” Coach says as soon as you walk through the doors. Nagi sets off a party popper. Confetti rains on you. They’re both wearing party hats. “It’s the returning champion!”

“What’s all this?” You set your gear on the ground, mindless to their little show. You’re still thinking about how you’re going to broach the topic of your retirement.

“I got the good news from the team doctor. Looks like you’re all ready to go, huh?”

This is a bad time, but will there ever really be a good one?

“Coach, I have something to tell you.”

“Come on,” he laughs, “no need to be dramatic. I don’t need the big speech - I know you’re going to work hard. We’ll get you back to number one in no time.”

“I’m quitting.”

“Huh?” Surprisingly, it’s Nagi that’s loudest, not Coach Prince.

“This is going to be my last championship.”

“Come on,” Coach Prince says, stunned. “You’re joking, right? After one injury?”

“I’m getting too old for this-“

“You’ve barely started!”

“I’ve hit my peak. You know how it is in this sport.”

He does know. The ice is fickle with her lovers. There’s always someone better and younger.

“But you’re good,” Nagi interrupts.

“You’ve never seen me,” you laugh. You’re a little pleased despite yourself that he cares.

“I’ve watched your videos. It’s why I came.”

That gives you pause.

“You make it look fun. You’re always smiling on the ice. I thought you liked it.”

“You hear that?” Coach says, his tone colored by desperation. “You can’t give up when you have a fan right here!”

“I’m not a fan,” Nagi argued. “I just thought, looking at her, that it might be fun too.”

“So basically you’re a fan.” At least coach ignores Nagi as much as he ignores you. He turns to you. “Isn’t that cute? He joined for you!”

“I didn’t say that,” Nagi says.

“You’re the reason he’s going to be in the competition next week. Give him something to look up to.”

Your blood runs cold. All of your warm feelings for Nagi disappear immediately. “What? He just got here.”

“This kind of talent is a once in a century thing,” coach continues, oblivious to your growing dismay. “We have to strike while the iron’s hot.”

You make your excuses and slip away. They taught you meditation in preparation for easing you off your pain meds. You didn’t think you’d be using it to calm yourself down enough to avoid a completely unreasonable tantrum.

It’s not Nagi’s fault he’s good.

It still sends you home from the rink until the next day.

It hurts.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re giving your skating the bare minimum. Training just enough to keep you in the race. It’s not like you’ll win, anyway. You lace up your skates in the changing room, trying to convince yourself of that fact.

It’ll sting less if you kill the hope now, but you can’t help it. You’re still dreaming of gold. You can’t rid yourself of the want, even when you know it’s impossible.

Your phone buzzes.

Nagi won. Congratulate him. - P.

You stare at the text. Not only are you reminded that your coach is actually old, enough so that he actually signs off on his texts, you get to have Nagi’s talent shoved in your face.

It makes you mean. You’re itching to pick a fight.

Skating usually helps you burn off the excess energy, but you have to take it easy on your ankle. The few laps you allow yourself do nothing before Nagi, the person you wanted to see least, opens the door to the rink.

You can’t help yourself.

“Coach Prince tells me you won the competition,” you call.

Nagi skates closer. “Yeah.”

“Must be nice,” you sneer at him. “When have you ever tried for something you wanted? You’ll never know what it’s like.”

You’re always the challenger, never the champion. Even though you love skating, you can’t remember a time when you felt comfortable on the ice. There’s only ever been the desire to jump higher, land better combinations.

You can’t remember a time when you felt secure as the best. It’s a vicious competition. You only win if you stay hungry.

Nagi seems willing to starve. It irks you - all this talent going to waste. If anyone was going to have so much natural aptitude, it should’ve been you or Reo or even Kunigami - someone who would’ve used it.

Nagi shrugs. “At least I don’t give up when it gets hard.”

You bristle. “I never give up.”

“I dunno,” Nagi says, eyes closed like arguing with you is too much work for him. You want to wrench his hair for the disrespect. He could at least look at you if he’s going to talk back - you’re sure you never treated your coaches like this. Never mind that you’re not actually his coach. “This seems a lot like giving up to me.”

“What do you know?” You scoff.

“Nothing. Wanna show me?”

“Excuse me?”

“Like the first time. Show me the jump again.”

You know you’re rising to his provocation, but you can’t help yourself.

Even warming up doesn’t feel right anymore. The ice that once cradled you comes to you as an enemy. You were friends once, you remember. You knew the right place to touch so it would welcome you in, like a shared secret.

That knowledge is lost now, ruined with your mangled bone. It was fought for back then. You earned it with your blood, sweat, and tears.

It’ll have to be won back now.

You travel in slow rotations across the ice. Thankfully, Nagi adds no pressure. He just watches silently as you start to build speed and momentum, feeling out the right method. You can’t rely on muscle memory today. It’s too dangerous when you’ve just healed.

Even the slightest hint of wrongness in your ankle cracks your fragile psyche, but you keep moving. It’s been a long time since you had to pretend to be confident on the ice. You took the real thing for granted.

Finally, when you kick the speed just one notch higher, you feel it call. This is the tempo, and just two feet ahead is the perfect launch point.

The muscles in your legs tense as you pour all of your focus into the takeoff. You release like a spring, launching yourself off the ice with all the energy you’ve pushed against it. The air feels cold and crisp against your face, stinging your lungs as you gulp it down, but this is the pain you missed.

You land just a second too soon, but you avoid any real damage. The landing vibrates through your body, a fall too heavy to be professional. Once or twice doesn’t matter, but over and over will wear down your joints.

It’s a problem that you only had at the start of your career, but at least Nagi can’t tell. He’s looking at you with a spark in his usually disinterested eyes.

“Well?” You challenge.

“Looks like fun,” he says, and then he’s going for it.

You hate that Nagi’s jumps are a thing of beauty.

Every line of his body moves into the right place without his even having to think about it. You know it’s instinctual because there’s no way he learned all of the correct forms in days, but the tips of his fingers line up with his wrists and elbows to create the perfect arc.

Suspended in the air, he’s Michelangelo’s David, the peak of the human form.

It reminds you of the first time you saw him skate.

You’re breathless, watching, wanting. Hungry for that talent. The ease of it. The joy.

Nagi touches icy fingers to your cheek. You flinch away, but not before you catch the wetness on them. You feel impossibly brittle, like glass. If someone looked at you wrong, you’d shatter. Even your bones feel too fragile.

“Are you okay?”

“Get back to it,” you snap, then apologize. You roughly scrub your tears away and try to give him a shaky smile.

You don’t know why you’re being like this. It’s just a sport.

But it’s never been just a sport to you.

“Was it that bad?”

“Shut up,” you laugh. “You know you’re incredible. I heard Prince tried to teach you one of my signature moves. Show me.”

“Yes, coach.”

You smile despite yourself. “Prince is your coach. I’m just-“

You shut your mouth rather than think about it harder. You’re not willing to commit yourself to helping him, not when you know you won’t stay. “Give it a try,” you say instead.

Even hours after the session, you can’t stop thinking about Nagi’s jump. It was yours once, that effortless grace. All of that beauty in the palm of your hand.

You’re trying to be mature about it, but there’s a feeling that you can’t suppress. It’s normal to be replaced. That’s what this sport is about - seconds of glory.

It’s supposed to be enough, your fleeting fame. You knew it when you came into your career. You’ve had years to come to terms with it, and still, it’s hard.

You didn’t think it would be so soon.

And it’s not just Nagi, who’s only in a competition with you in your head. Soon, the next wave of girls will be nailing quads at younger and younger ages, doing things you would never be able to do even if you were their age. That’s just the way it is.

Nagi’s the only one who doesn’t seem to understand that.

“Are you really going to quit after this season? You’re too good to stop now. You should stay.”

“It’s not happening, Nagi. I told you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” You expected him to fight.

“Okay,” he says, snatching your beanie off your head and running.

You’re left standing in a moment of shell-shocked silence before you give chase. What a fucking brat. You’re just catching up when Nagi pushes himself through that doorway and launches onto the ice, leaving a crystal spray on his wake.

You freeze with your hand on the swinging plastic half-door. He’s gone where you can’t follow. Your ankle aches. You weren’t prepared to get on the ice today. It had taken you every hour of your entire commute yesterday to convince yourself to approach it.

“Come on,” Nagi goads, still in that lazy way of his. It irritates you like nothing else to see him so nonchalant when he can rile you up so easily. “Come and get it if you want it.”

The ice still scares you. Your ankle hurts a little, and you’re not sure if it’s a phantom pain or the cold leaching into your bones. You’re getting too old for this, after all. Figure skaters had early expiry dates.

Still, something ignites under your breast bone as you watch the little red flag of your beanie float further and further away from you. Nagi isn’t even really trying, making soft loops around the ice.

Come and get it if you want it.

You want it. There’s a fire burning in your gut. Even the old memory of ambition sears at your insides, kindling scraps of gold medal dreams into a roaring flame. Desire runs a steady drip through you, bleeding through every artery.

The first step onto the ice happens with brute force. You grit your teeth as you physically make yourself do it, breaking each step of the movement down.

Shift your weight to your left foot.

Lift your right leg.

Put it down on the ice.

Dig your skate in.

Lift your left leg.

Put it down on the ice.

One by one, each movement pulled out of you. You breathe through it, shaking with nerves. One after another, trying to think about it without thinking about it too hard until Nagi breaks your concentration.

“Too slow,” he says, zipping past you - still aggressively showing off how easy it is for him. How it takes no effort, while you’re straining to remember how to make this feel right.

It breaks something loose in your brain. All cognitive functions shut down. You go after him, not thinking, just acting.

Your fingers snag on the red fabric just as you remember to brake. Your body doesn’t. It’s going at a speed that would’ve been child’s play for you before you broke your ankle, but now you can’t control your skates. You slam into Nagi, knocking both of you down.

Terror flashes across your face at the memory of falling until you land not on hard ice, but an only incrementally softer chest. Nagi lies beneath you, cushioning your fall. You lift yourself up on your hands and knees, panting above him.

“You can still skate,” Nagi says, looking up at you with those quiet eyes. “You kept up with me.”

“Don’t get too full of yourself yet,” you scoff, hauling yourself off him. “I’ve got years of experience on you.”

“Then why stop now?”

Because it’s inevitable he’ll catch up. It took him days to learn what took you years.

He takes your hand when you offer it. “If you quit, I will to.”

“And?”

He blinks. “Shouldn’t I not quit? Coach said I was good.”

You stare at him in disbelief. It’s only more annoying that he’s being genuine about this.

“I don’t care whether you skate or not,” you say. “This is an individual sport.”

“But coach signed us up for doubles.”

“Excuse me?”

“He said it’s perfect. I’m new and you’re recovering.”

You’re going to be famous again. But this time, it’s going to be for a double homicide.

#sera writes #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader

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h0n3ysuckl3 · 1 year

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!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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Nagi is often easily bored. He always finds himself either dozing off or fidgeting with his thumbs against his phone. Everything feels like too much effort, to the point it can tend to come across as concerning. He had the terrible habit of draping himself over you, always tossing his arms over your shoulders and slinging his weight against your back. He was always careful when doing it, always so gentle to be sure he didn’t knock you clean off your feet when he decided to use you as a rest to tide him over until he could find a more permanent spot to sit.

It was a habit he always had, something he did often to people he felt close to or wanted to be close with. The first time he had done it to you nearly caused Reo to scream and fall to his knees as if he wasn’t quite literally in the middle of a game. You were simply help, just a staff member of Blue Lock that aided the boys during their stay. Nagi just found himself drawn towards you whenever possible. Every single time you were close he was hanging off you like a lost dog until he just started throwing himself on you.

The weight on your back was comforting in a way; Nagi’s strong arms over your shoulders and loosely hanging onto himself while he sunk down into you, letting the ridiculous heat he radiated soak through your clothes and heat you to your core. It only started to be a problem when he began interrupting your work. Speaking to Isagi? Nagi suddenly needed to be clinging to you. Chigiri wanted help fixing his hair while his hands were wet? Nagi starts pulling on the hem of your shirt and huffing. His biggest tantrums always happened when Barou was around, which was relatively often.

Barou took a lot of care to keep himself in top condition, so he was never shy to walk up to you when he needed something, whether that be a refill of his water, a towel, or anything else. It drove Nagi up the wall. He didn’t fully get it, not even a little bit, why it made him want to kick Barou right in his chest as the striker got down lower to let you feel his shoulder after he slammed into Kunigami a bit too hard during a practice drill. It made him ball his fists up and huff and puff while watching, not picking up a single word that Reo was saying to him the entire time, just focusing on the push of your fingers into Barou’s shoulder, under his shirt, speaking to him so softly while making sure he wasn’t in any pain and it was just sore for the upcoming bruise.

Nagi didn’t know what was coming over him while he walked over, a flare of green creeping up in the edges of his vision when Barou flexed his back to let you check further, and Nagi suddenly threw himself into your side, his arms wrapping tight around you to yank your hands away from Barou so he could begin whining something incomprehensible about his ankle being sore. He was lying, of course, but what else was he supposed to do when you were fawning over Barou’s imaginary injury? Just let that buffoon do that to you? He could never.

Barou gets ready to jump down Nagi’s throat until he sees the white haired layabout grabbing at your shirt as he whines and sways about on his ‘injured’ ankle and he quickly gathers what’s going on, grumbling about how he’ll make someone else go get his ice while he stalks away.

“Shiro, you can’t just grab me away from my work. It’s my job to help take care of you guys.” You try to brush his hands off of you, but Nagi just tightens his grip on your clothes.

“I don’t want you to take care of anyone else. I want you to take care of me and only me.” He pouts while he says it, and you consider telling him that he looks absolutely adorable.

“Nagi, that isn’t how it works. I know you prefer me over the other staff, but-”

“I don’t prefer you. I need you.” Seishiro cuts you off, his chest puffing up. “Be mine only, okay? Then everything is fine.”

You stare at Nagi in shock as blood rushes to your face, and right when you’re able to nurse the air back to your lungs, he throws himself onto you. Nagi is a big guy, easily dwarfing an awful lot of people, and his arms easily encircle you and squeeze while his weight droops down onto you, smothering you in his heat.

“All mine.”

“Mhm,” you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his waist in return, finally allowing yourself to really be as close as he’s wanted you to be, “whatever you want. Yours.”

#blue lock x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #bllk x reader #nagi seishiro #🩷.sfw #🌕.blue lock #⭐️.nagi seishiro #⭐️.nagi #⭐️.seishiro nagi

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ungojirasapiente · 9 months

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aaaand the sequel to the previous drawing. ------ yyyyyy la secuela del anterior dibujo. --- Ice Scream (and Rocma and Nagi) by Funamusea

#funamusea #okegom #deep sea prisoner #my art #funamuseart #ice scream #ounabara to wadanohara #rocma okegom #rocma ice scream #rocma #nagi ice scream #nagi funamusea #nagi #nagi okegom #height difference #one sided rivalry #rivalry

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garoujo · 1 year

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EMMIE!! your local ice cube is back; i just realised i never got back to you after my last ask but i have a lot to say rn

first of all pocket! emmie to keep me warm? yes please🥺 (i did want to say you give me warm vibes but you know what they say about assuming >///<)

then!! your theme!! is so fucking pretty!! oh my god, i’m so in love!! <3

+ i watched the latest episode of bllk yesterday and can i just— i wanted to scream!! nagi, reo, BACHIRA and rin!! this episode was everything, i’m shaking in my seat just thinking about it ㅠㅠ

aaaaaa hi bbie !!! my fave lil ice cube !!! gonna shake u around in my iced coffee ^_^ eeee don’t worry about it i promise it’s totally fine <3 yayayayy i’m sooo glad i give off the warm vibes cause i am always OVERHEATING !!! IM SO HAPPY U LOVE THE NEW THEME THO .. i still can’t believe how good it looks it’s amaaaazing >_< eeeee NAGI LOOKED SO GOOD !!! SO BROAD !!! i am so crazy .. don’t get me started i’ll be rattling my cage if i think even more about him than i already do <3_<3

#ʚ ₊˚ 💬 — new emmail.#ʚ ₊˚ ⌕ — the travelling witch.#HES JUST ALWAYS ON MY MIND !!!#like i’ve just thought about him all day.. IM NOT OKAY !#i want him sosososoooo bad im crazy #but i hope u have a gr8 week bbie !!!

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dudd-ie · 6 months

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recien levantado* —>Idate:"... ¿? ¿nagi?"

Idate:"mi hermano no me aviso que vendrías a visitarme hoy..."

Idate:"¿como entraste aquí?"

Quería espiarlo mientras dormía —> nagi

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Dato canon del día,nagi esta consciente del enamoramiento de idate por rocma*

Mi duda es¿como nagi se dio cuenta?

Idate le hablo ella ? Ya sabemos que él suele hablar mucho de rocma con rock(canon)...¿puede que a nagi también le haya contado?

Si no fue ese el caso, significa que nagi sola se dio cuenta de lo loco que se volvió su tio por rocma,lo que me llega a pensar ¿fue idate tan dolorosamente obvio sobre su crush con rocma?

Yo creo que si.

Con lo insultamente simp que es idate con rocma cualquiera se daria cuenta...

¿Entonces porque carajo me siento como el único en el fandom que apoya fervientemente la etapa simp de idate?💀💀

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2a8n · 16 days

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Shiro and Nagi

#funamusea #okegom #deep-sea prisoner #deep sea prisoner #funameme #ice scream #ice scream funamusea #ice scream deep sea prisoner #ice scream deep-sea prisoner #shirogane (ice scream)#ice scream shirogane #shirogane #nagi #nagi (ice scream)#nagi okegom

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newwwwusername · 2 years

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All My Whumptober 2022 Oneshots (Including The Alt Prompts)

Full series on AO3 Full series on Wattpad

The following is a table of contents that lists which fandom, pairing(s), headcanon(s), and warnings (if any) I used for each prompt in case you only want to read for certain fandoms. Each listing will be written as follows :

Prompt # : What the prompt was || Fandom Name || Pairing(s), if any || Headcanon(s), if any || Warning(s), if any

Anyways, here is the list :

- Prompt 1 : A Little Out Of The Ordinary - "This wasn't supposed to happen" || Dirty Paws (short film - 2015) || Aldo/Skelly || Major character death, fairly graphic depictions of violence

- Prompt 2 : Nowhere To Run - Caged || "Repent, Harlequin!" Said the Ticktockman (short story - Harlan Ellison) || Everrett/Ticktockman

- Prompt 2.5 : Ringing Ears || Werewolves Within (movie - 2021) || Cecily/Dr. Ellis || Agender!Cecily, Autistic!Dr. Ellis || Blood, injury, spoilers for who the werewolf is

- Prompt 3 : Hair's Breadth From Death - Impaled || School Bus Graveyard || Ashlyn/Taylor, Savannah Kids || Blood, severe injury

- Prompt 4 : Dead On Your Feet - Hidden Injury || Tenchi Universe || Nagi/Ryoko || MTF!Nagi, Autistic!Nagi || Minor blood, minor injury

- Prompt 4.5 : Whimpering || A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 : Dream Warriors (1987) || Phillip & Taryn || Taryn has Tourette’s syndrome, FTM!Phillip

- Prompt 5 : Every Whumpee's Need - Running Out Of Air || The Little Vampire 3D || Tony/Rudolph || Suffocation

- Prompt 6 : Proof Of Life - Screams From Across The Hall || The Road Within (2014) || Alex/Vincent/Marie || Vincent and Marie both have PTSD from the events of the film, Autistic!Alex || Past hospitalization due to eating disorders

- Prompt 6.5 : Dazed & Confused || Y : The Last Man (Hulu) || Agent 355/Allison || Autistic!Allison, Autistic!355

- Prompt 7 : The Way You Shake & Shiver - Silent Panic Attack || Euphoria (HBO) || Rue/Jules || Autistic!Jules

- Prompt 8 : Everything Hurts & I'm Dying - Stomach Pain || Screwed Up (WEBTOON) || Samuel/Adam

- Prompt 8.5 : Touch Starved || Goosebumps the Musical : Phantom of the Auditorium || Brian/Brooke || Brian is touch starved

- Prompt 9 : The Very Noisy Night - Sleeping In Shifts || Sacribaro || Mike/Aleksandr || War, injury, burns

- Prompt 10 : Poor Unfortunate Souls - Waterboarding || Promare || Galo/Lio || Lio has PTSD, FTM!Lio || PTSD flashbacks over trauma involving waterboarding, false accusations, unjust law enforcement

- Prompt 10.5 : Ambushed || Stick War : Legacy || Female Archidon/Female Archidon || Dangerous situations, ambush

- Prompt 11 : "911, What's Your Emergency?" - Self-Done First Aid || The Play That Goes Wrong (stageplay) || Chris & Dennis || Female!Chris, Autistic!Dennis || Minor injury

- Prompt 12 : What Could Go Wrong? - Cave In || Tornado Stories (Minecraft roleplay web series) || Mitch/Cookie || Major character death

- Prompt 12.5 : Sensory Overload || Inside Job (cartoon - 2021) || Reagan & Brett

- Prompt 13 : Can't Make An Omelette Without Breaking A Few Legs - "Are you here to break me out?" || Chipspeech || Bert/Rotten

- Prompt 14 : Die A Hero Or Live Long Enough To Become A Villain - Desperate Measures || Arcane : League of Legends || Jayce/Viktor || Villain!Viktor || Ableism, neglect, arguments

- Prompt 14.5 : Protective || The Black Phone || Finney/Robin || Dyscalculic!Robin, FTM!Finney

- Prompt 15 : Emotional Damage - Breathing Through The Pain || Dear McCracken (short film - 2019) || Chase/Ozzie || FTM!Chase

- Prompt 16 : No Way Out - Mind Control || She Ra and the Princesses of Power || Catra/Adora || Nausea, panic attack

- Prompt 16.5 : Made To Watch || Cobra Kai || Hawk/Demetri || Demetri has ADHD

- Prompt 17 : Hanging By A Threat - Breaking Point || Johnny the Homicidal Maniac || Bipolar!Johnny || Violence, murder, harm to animals, mental instability

- Prompt 18 : Let's Break The Ice - "Just get it over with" || Scream (MTV) || Major character death, guns, bondage (not the sexy kind)

- Prompt 18.5 : Quicksand || Redstoner (Minecraft web series) || Mental instability, death

- Prompt 19 : Enough Is Enough - Repeatedly Passing Out || Star Trek : Discovery || Michael & Philippa || Injury

- Prompt 20 : It's Been A Long Day - Fetal Position || The Owl House || Hunter & Camila || Vomiting

- Prompt 20.5 : Adrenaline Crash || West Side Story (movie - 2021) || Tony/Anybodys || Period-typical transphobia, canon-typical violence

- Prompt 21 : Famous Last Words - "You're safe now" || Stranger Things (Netflix) || Max/Lucas || Major character death

- Prompt 22 : Pick Your Poison - Withdrawal || The Umbrella Academy (Netflix) || Viktor & Klaus || Vomiting, drug + alcohol addiction, mention of DUI

- Prompt 22.5 : Stabbed || Parkside Prison (Minecraft roleplay web series) || Jay & Gary || Mild blood, mention of past murder

- Prompt 23 : At The End Of Their Rope - "Hold them down" || Infinity Train (Cartoon Network) || Jesse/Lake || Lake has PTSD, Nonbinary!Lake, Lake likes Star Trek || Implied murder/major character death in a dream sequence

- Prompt 24 : Fight, Flight or Freeze - Blood Covered Hands || Bardown (web comic) || Maxxie & Nils || Mentions of murder

- Prompt 24.5 : Carried To Safety || Midsummer/Jersey || Robert & Janet || Minor injury

- Prompt 25 : Silence Is Golden - Duct Tape || Hellbound (web series) || Rafael & Ida || Forced bondage (not sexual), implied abuse

- Prompt 26 : No One Left Behind - "Why did you save me?" || Life Is Strange (first game) || Max/Chloe || Survivor’s guilt

- Prompt 26.5 : Crutches || Goon (movie - 2011) || Doug/Xavier || Autistic!Doug || Drug use

- Prompt 27 : Pushed To The Limit - Stumbling || Glee || Marley & Unique || Eating disorder behavior

- Prompt 28 : It's Just The Tip Of The Iceberg - Punching The Wall || Alone With You (video game) || AF4B-3B/Player Character

- Prompt 28.5 : Emergency Blanket || Brokeback Mountain (movie - 2005) || Major character death, suicide, freezing

- Prompt 29 : What Doesn't Kill Me... - "Better me than you" || Castle Swimmer (web comic) || Kappa/Siren || Past major injury

- Prompt 30 : Note To Self... Don't Get Kidnapped - "Please don't touch me" || Heartbreak High (Netflix - 2022) || Harper/Amerie || Past kidnapping, past non-con elements, vomiting

- Prompt 30.5 : Tears || With Great Abandon (web comic) || Russell/Harry || Implied parental abuse

- Prompt 31 : A Light At The End Of The Tunnel - "You can rest now" || The Shookething (2020) || Neo & Milo || Neo gets his redemption || Mentions of canonical murder

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