#nagi seishirou x reader

[aiiku]

"attachment: 3 images"

pairings gn reader ft. rin, nagi, isagi, sae, michael, reo, oliver

tags fluff, established relationships, most of them are bad bf's tbh <3

notes in case it isn't clear, the prank is that, instead of actually sending them pictures of yourself, you send them "attachment: 3 images" !! enjoy :))

#bllk smau #blue lock smau #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishirou x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #michael kaiser x reader #itoshi sae x reader #mikage reo x reader #oliver aiku x reader #mine #mine.bllk

[simp4fictionalmenandjesus]

nagi seishiro aftercare bath turned into smut. NOT EDITED.

after a long night of making love, the two of you plop into the bath almost immediately, eager to relax in the hot water in each others holds. you’re tired, and borderline asleep as you slide into the bath, sitting pretty between nagi’s legs and leaning your back into his chest.

he really can’t help it when you look so pretty, he leans his head forward, placing his face in the crook of your neck and starts kissing your skin.

you can feel his hard on pressed against your ass. “sei, how are you not tired?” you sigh lightly as you tilt your head slightly to give him more access.

he stops his movements for a second to mumble against your neck. “i always ‘ave more to give you, pretty thing.” he grinds lightly against you, and huffs lifting you up. his muscular arms wrapping around your too thighs, forcing them open.

his tip is pressed right to your entrance, and he’s trying his best to wait for your permission. (even though he knows there’s no way you’ll say no to him, especially since he can see your pretty pussy throbbing lightly.)

“let me in, pretty girl, please.” he whines. you give him a nod, and he immediately slips into you quickly and sighs out in relief. he can see some of his cum that was stuffed into you spilling out into the warm water.

“need ‘to fill you up again, doll.” he reaches one hand around your waist to rub against your puffy clit as he grinds up into you.

your whimpers of complaints only drive him on. “m’too sensitive, sei!!” and “ah, go gently please!” accompanied with your light bounces are like heaven to nagi.

it doesn’t take too long for nagi to cum. your cute pussy sucking him in and throbbing against his dick. he lets out a low-pitched whine as he releases deep inside of you, while your walls squeeze around him as you orgasm, not letting a drop of his cum slip out.

the two of you pant lightly, and you flop your head back onto nagi’s shoulder. he softly pressed a kiss against your temple.

“c’mon, pretty thing, one more time, okay? s’too much of a hassle to deal with it on my own.”

#nagi seishiro smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader smut #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x reader smut #nagi seishirou smut #nagi seishirou x reader #nagi seishirou x reader smut #s4fmaj fics

[popponn]

i didn't expect to see a future with you.

summary: it began as another fun and beneficial thing to have. until suddenly, it was about wanting ‘you and him for a very long time’. (in other words, he really didn’t mean to fall for you. really.)

characters: kaiser, reo, nagi.

notes: i tried to write about l word without mentioning it once. i hope i manage to get them right, this is my first time writing reo and kaiser especially. warning: relationships that started as casual and unserious, gacha at nagi's part. i really like fall later and harder troupe recently...

kaiser

months ago, if kaiser knew you got a fever, he would type a message of ‘get well soon’ without much meaning behind it along with a few extra sentences just to charm it all up. he would just cancel the date the two of you were supposed to be having and do anything else. practice, review his performance, or hell maybe have a different date and have fun with someone else. it was written all over the place, how this thing between you and him were anything but serious. he would never ask for your care, therefore he wouldn’t give you anything other than ‘the fun’ either.

and yet, here he sat on your bedside, porridge in hand like a nagging nanny because a moronic idiot—you—thought it was smart to walk through a storm instead of calling him or someone to pick you up. the thought of relationships and definitions and such as became the furthest thing in his mind the moment you called him with your slurred voice. you, being a helpless mush that could only wrap yourself with a blanket, couldn’t exactly protest to both his presence and harsh words. kaiser certainly didn’t shy away from calling you names—incompetent fool, being one of the tamer ones—the moment he arrived at your bedroom with medicines.

after cursing you and your useless outdated static of a brain, kaiser ushered you into the bed as he searched through your cabinets and ordered foods for your empty stomach. under the haze of your fever, you apologized to him and thank him. kaiser just gave you another comment about being stupid and baited a laugh from you. it was raspy and uglier than usual, but kaiser thought it would suffice. then, like a noisy sickly chatterbox, you asked why he choose you instead of his ‘anything else’.

“…it’s because I’m not an idiot,” Michael Kaiser replied to you after a long moment of silence. His back was turned towards you, the tone in his voice unshaken and flat, yet undeniably honest. “I know what I want.”

Your head throbbed painfully not truly understanding what he meant. But for him, you pushed out a chuckle, “’s that so, Michael…?”

“Do you even know what you are saying?” he shot back, his blurry figure walking closer towards you. As the view of his profile became clearer, you realized how you couldn’t quiet put a name on his expression. “Just rest up, you big baby.”

reo

as cruel as it was to say this, reo didn’t exactly begin with seeing you as a ‘person’. to him, you were more of the embodiment of ‘momentary excitements, rest, and escapism’. somewhere for him to have fun without thinking much, a someone who he could interact without any law of cause and effect following him. reo was certain you too saw him the same way. the two of you were a ‘why not?’ that could and would end like a passing breeze. it was nice, but it wouldn’t last long.

then, slowly came the late night chats, the voice notes filled with mundane things and lame jokes. afterwards, long talks about both anything and nothing followed. you came to his match, you were introduced to his teammates, you were a presence that was almost became a constant in every hour reo spent awake. and reo knew more than anyone else that he didn’t hate it when he watched you cry uglily at a movie he didn’t bother to pay attention to. in a way, he knew he was gone.

snotty and messy, your hand blindly reached around his sofa for a box of tissues. reo couldn’t take his eyes away from you as he laughed lightly and pushed the tissues towards you. hearing his chortles, you threw your cold feet towards his lap. you were looking at him with a pissed off questioning look whilst reo could only think how he could do this everyday.

“Is it even that sad?” Mikage Reo asked, teasing even when he slowly shifted your legs to comfortably rest on his lap. When the ‘pissed off’ look on your face intensified, Reo wondered if you would let him took a photo. For what, he didn’t exactly know either, but he certainly would be happy if you would let him.

“It’s about him finally realizing what he should have done, Reo!” you said, as if it answered everything. Reo could only chuckle—because perhaps it did. “Stop laughing! I didn’t laugh the last time you cried at that lame movie!”

He pushed himself closer towards you, a smile that felt like it wouldn’t die down plastered itself on his face. As the space between the two of you disappeared and you slotted yourself on his side like a piece long gone, he leaned his head against yours and didn’t stop himself from wrapping a hand on your shoulder. Still with a feeling he would soon said out loud to you, Reo continued to laugh merrily, “Come on, don’t say that. Here, here, let me wipe off those tears.”

nagi

the two of you started as a pair of gaming buddies simply because he found you funny and became what was pretty much ‘maybe-dating by convenience but still play together every now and then’ because one of his nosy sponsors who would love nagi to date his daughter. you were not troublesome, you did not ask much from nagi, you did not disturb his soccer career, and you seemed to like choki a lot. nagi didn’t exactly understand why you ‘date’ him, but if the comments from his friends were anything to go by, he supposed whatever reason you had were not terrible for him in any way.

the two of you sometimes hang around his room. usually it because you wanted to pull a gacha character and demanded nagi’s hands for luck. nagi didn’t exactly get it, but it wasn’t rare for you to made an interesting expression depending on what you got, so he supposed it was entertaining in a way. and each time the two of you did this, he also found it was fun to sit beside you and had you grab his hand for ‘luck’.

then the sunset came through from the window that day and you grabbed his hand yet again. suddenly, nagi found it unsurprising for him to remember every contour and corner of your hand. his eyes were trained on your face, watching you focusing on your phone screen and it felt like seeing you for the first time. when he intertwined your fingers with his as you cheered, it felt natural.

“Did you get her?” Nagi Seishirou leaned his weight towards you, letting the bed tilted along with him. He let you held his hand tighter as you too pressed your side to him. A grin that was bright and messy plastered itself on your face and Seishirou thought it suited the color of sunset. “You get her, huh? Yay.”

You were still buzzing with joy and excitement, your other hand reaching over him to hug his head to your chest. “Thank you! Thank you! Sei, I owe you!”

“Owe me, huh…?” Seishirou tried his best to think of a respond, but honestly all he could think of was how pleasant it was to be hugged by you, even if you probably weren’t thinking much of the action. Perhaps he really was as lucky as you had stated through big words and stressed intonations. As he returned your hug, Seishirou said, “Then, can I ask something for my payment?”

#bllk imagines #bllk #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x reader #nagi seishirou x reader #nagi seishirou #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #michael kaiser #kaiser x reader #kaiser fluff #bluelock #bllk nagi #bllk kaiser #bllk reo #reo fluff #reo x reader #reo mikage #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo imagines #michael kaiser imagines #nagi seishirou imagines #been trying to write kaiser i really hope i get his character right #like he is so interesting writing wise like the friendly facade??? the smugness that came with self awareness??? the frail ego theory??? #and then there is reo who is just something else to write

[dulcesiabits]

your attention on me, please!

summary: despite a spotless academic career, your poor athleticism makes the upcoming school sports day a nightmare. but when you spot the school slacker, nagi seishiro, pull off a crazy feat of flexibility, you think you've found your ticket to success. The one thing you didn't account for, though, is the way nagi wrecks everything you thought you understood.

notes: 7.5k words, fic, author's notes (read for some cultural context too), no blue lock au, fluff, romcom vibes, soccer is called football, this starts before nagi meets reo but covers a canon divergent vers of their meeting

Everything in the world can be categorized. 

This is something you’ve come to learn in all your years of living on the planet; it’s something you’ve come to expect, even. That there are certain patterns to interactions, that people can be dissected into simple pieces, and the world moves neatly along set routes you can predict. You’ve mapped out a path to success with your knowledge: graduate at the top of your class as student representative, test into a prestigious university, and work for a successful company. 

But there are some people who, despite your best efforts, wreck your neat understanding of the world, strange outliers who are more like aliens rather than fellow residents of the same planet. Nagi Seishiro, a classmate you’ve never paid particular attention to before, is one such example of an alien. Because despite your best efforts, you can’t help but find him incomprehensible. 

Your first meeting with Nagi Seishiro is less of a meeting, and more of a chance encounter. The roof, which is often forbidden to students, is easily accessible once you pick the lock. And because of that, it’s also the one place you can go to relax outside of the view of your classmates.

At least, you used to be the only one who knew the roof was accessible. Because on a balmy day during your second year of high school, you find someone lounging on the flat tiles, a phone raised in front of their face.

You pause, squinting at the intruder. It takes you a few seconds, but eventually you recognize who it is: your classmate, Nagi Seishiro, who’s perpetually napping in class, or pretending to read while he plays video games. 

But he doesn’t look up once from his phone, so you carefully skirt to the opposite corner of where he lies, taking your textbooks out of your bag to study. The next few hours pass in silence, and it’s only when the roof door bangs open that you look up to see Nagi disappearing down the stairs. 

Easy. Simple. Uncomplicated. You two orbit each other for the next few weeks, sharing space on the roof without talking. Maybe it’s because the rooftop has made you aware of his existence, but you start seeing him around school, too. Dawdling in the classroom after school as everyone flies past him, getting reprimanded for overdue library books, or buying bread from the cafeteria long after everyone else has already stolen the best pieces.

Nagi lives in a world of his own and moves along at his own pace, and makes absolutely no effort in anything at all. Your paths will never intersect, because the way he lives is an antithesis to everything you believe in.

But that all changes a few weeks before the school sports meet. Exercise is the one thing you can’t seem to improve in; unlike your grades or your sociability, you simply can’t practice enough to overcome your lack of coordination. But simply giving up isn’t an option; you can’t accept anything less than first place after embarrassing yourself last year. 

On the opposite side of the roof from Nagi Seishiro, where you’re accustomed to studying now, you happen to glance up at the exact moment he trips over his own untied shoelaces and drops his phone… before he sweeps his free foot to catch the falling object and twists his arm to use his hand to push himself back into a standing position, all in the span of a few seconds. 

“That was dangerous,” he mumbles, kicking his phone back into his grasp, but your heart is pounding. You might have found a solution to your sports day problem.

“Nagi Seishiro,” you say, flying across the roof to plant yourself in front of him before he can move back to his usual lounging spot. 

He blinks at you sleepily, as if trying to place your face in his memories. “Who’re you?”

“Your classmate. I saw that stunt just now,” you continue. “You… you’re really athletic.”

“I guess?”

“Help me become a better athlete.” you raise one hand. “I don’t expect you to do it for free, though! I promise I can help you raise your grades in return. The teacher chews you out a lot in class for not paying attention, right? It’d be a good deal!”

His reply is immediate. “Don’t want to.”

“Why not? I mean, if you don’t like the terms of our deal, I could come with something that’s more favorable to you–”

“I don’t care about all of that,” he says bluntly. “It sounds like a lot of work.”

Huh. Huh? You try to maintain a smile, but you feel as if he just threw cold water on your face. “What do you mean, it’s a lot of work?”

“It just sounds like a pain. I don’t want to do it,” he says. He glances down at his phone screen. “Ah. I died. Guess I’ll need to restart that level.”

“Wait!” you say before he can move around you. “It won’t be a lot of work. I just need to know how you pulled off that stunt– I mean, didn’t you practice to get that good?”

“Not really? I just sorta did it. It’s like…” He waves one arm vaguely. “You sorta go fwoosh. And then fwaah.”

“... What?” Was he just naturally gifted, then? You don’t think you’ve seen any of your friends on sports teams act as flexibly as he did.

“If you don’t get it, I can’t explain it,” he says. “Why are you trying so hard? Can’t you ask someone else?”

He didn’t mean it negatively, not with the spacey expression in his eyes and the lack of malice in his tone. Still, a jolt of anger runs down your spine as you grab onto the lapels of his jacket, wrenching him to look down at you. “No. It has to be you. Don’t run away from me, Nagi Seishiro,” you say furiously. “I can’t pull off anything you just did, but I want to get better anyways. So you’re going to help me, because you don’t have a choice. I won’t let you go.”

“... What a pain,” Nagi mumbles. “But it’d be more of a pain to refuse, huh…”

You frown. “What was that?”

“Nothing, boss. But I’m ranking in an event right now, so can we wait until–”

“I’ll help you rank,” you say immediately. “So no more excuses.”

Nagi puts up his hands in surrender. “Okay.”

After your (one-sided) agreement, Nagi starts to stick to you like a burr. Or it might be more accurate to say that you refuse to let him out of your sight, because the second you stop paying him an ounce of attention, he goes back to dozing, gaming or lying around doing nothing.

Sure, your deal was only limited to sports training, but seeing the state of him, you couldn’t just let him be. Seriously, how on earth has he survived until now? He has all the energy and drive of a sloth.

“You need to brush your hair more,” you snap, running a comb through his soft hair as Nagi dozes at his desk. “It’ll get tangled otherwise.”

“Too much work.”

“Everything’s too much work with you. But you know, you only create more work for yourself in the future if you neglect doing basic routines like this now,” you emphasize.

“Is that why you always work so hard?” he says.

“Well, yes. I want to do my best at everything, because I want to be successful. That’s the best path to happiness, you know. Doing your best and achieving great results because of it.”

“Huh.” Nagi takes out a smushed piece of melon bread from his pocket. “You’re weird.”

“You’re the weird one,” you grumble. “Is that the only thing you brought to eat?”

“Yeah.”

You put down the comb, and, rummaging around in your bag, pull out your lunchbox. You slam it down on Nagi’s desk. “Eat half of this. You can’t survive off of just bread.”

“Okay.”

After school, though, is when you hustle Nagi to the nearby park in your gym clothes, ready to start training. Nagi is an unmotivated teacher, but from his limited and vague explanations, you’ve managed to at least work out that you need to be more observant of your limbs, and the space around you. 

At the park, you force him to run laps with you, and go through a few exercise routines you’ve looked up online. By the end of it, you’re panting and sweating, but Nagi looks as unruffled as ever.

“Water,” Nagi says, tapping the side of your head with a water bottle. 

“Thanks,” you mumble, but he’s already messing with his phone again.

“Log on,” he says. “I want to rank again.”

“What? Let’s go for a few more rounds,” you protest.

“But you promised to help me.”

You groan, fishing your phone out of your bag. You weren’t particularly interested in games, but after realizing it incentivized Nagi more than any of your pleading, you’d brushed up on your skills, watched tutorials and practiced strategies, and soon found yourself battling side by side with Nagi in a virtual world during most of your evenings. 

“... You’re good,” Nagi mumbles as your fingers tap across the screen, clearing a row of enemies. 

“That’s because I practice. Okay, done!” You bounce up, stretching your arms. “A few more laps, Nagi. Come on!”

Nagi groans but lethargically raises himself up, and you run around the park until night falls.

You don’t know what to think of your classmate, to be honest. He’s a genius at sports, but he never practices or utilizes his talent. How can he just let it go to waste? Taking the easy route is a foreign concept, and you still can’t quite fit the pieces of Nagi Seishiro into a coherent design. Spacey, unmotivated, lackadaisical… you’d even start keeping spare supplies in your bag because Nagi is always forgetting his notebook at home, or needs to borrow a towel. But despite how pushy you act, he never acts bothered by it. Nor does he mind listening to you, or doing what you say, or following you around, though you thought he would have long thrown in the towel by now.

You’re friends, and you’re fond of him. The idea surprises you when you realize it, but it’s not an unpleasant thought.

The next few weeks fly by in a routine of school, training and home until the day of the anticipated sports meet. You’ve signed up for the relay race, and you jump up and down to keep your energy up. You chatter away with your classmates until the appointed time, all your friends teasing you and trying to pat you on the head. 

Mikage Reo is no such exception, and your oldest friend finds you in the crowd while fighting back a gaggle of fawning admirers. 

You’ve been friends with Reo since middle school. 

Maybe you naturally gravitated towards each other because you’re both always surrounded by people, or because your grades are neck and neck, or because his philosophy in life is similar to yours. The only difference between the two of you is that Mikage Reo is a corporate heir, and you earned a scholarship to attend school. The worst part about being his friend, though, is that you’ve heard whispers of people around school calling the two of you “the school’s flowers,” a nickname you hope never, ever catches on.

“Good luck,” Reo says, flicking your nose. “Don’t trip out there.”

You pat Reo on the shoulder. “Be amazed, Reo. I’m a new and improved athlete.”

He snorts. “Yeah? I’ve heard you dragged some kid into being your personal trainer. You never let up, do you?”

“That’s the only way to succeed, Reo! I have to keep my eyes on the prize!” 

You make your way down to the starting line of the track, but a familiar head of fluffy white hair catches your gaze. You run behind Nagi and poke him in the sides.

“Oof,” he says, but he doesn’t look surprised to see you. “You’re going to run now?”

“Yes. And I’m going to bring us to victory!” You raise your arms. “I’ve practiced hard for this moment, so keep your eyes on me, Nagi.”

A gaggle of boys in red jerseys passing by snicker at your declaration. From the class across from yours, you recall distantly. “Loser,” one of them calls. “Who gets worked up over a school event?”

For once, you see a spark of anger in Nagi’s eyes, an emotion you’ve never seen cross his face before. He frowns, opening his mouth, but you place a hand on his elbow. He relaxes at your touch, glancing lopsidedly at you. 

“Don’t pay them any attention,” you say firmly. “It’s not worth it.”

“... Okay.” But Nagi’s eyes remain narrowed at their retreating backs.

“It’s nice of you to worry, though. Thanks.” His concern is a warmth you carry in your chest all through the race; so he does have emotions other than apathy and faint annoyance. Yet another puzzle piece to the mystery of Nagi Seishiro. 

You get into position, the whistle blows, and the first runners of the race set off. You’re running the last leg of the relay, and your class is already behind when your classmate dashes up to you, slapping the baton in your hands. You sprint, all those weeks of dragging Nagi out to train working their magic as you pass one person… then another… but you’re still too far from the finish line with one person just ahead of you. Your legs pump. Your lungs burn. The wind whips past your face. You won’t make it like this. Reo cheers your name in the distance. And there’s a shock of white hair out of the corner of your eye, and you know he’s watching, the slacker, and he probably doesn’t see what the big deal is if you come in second… Keep going. Keep going… and, in a burst of speed, you strain your legs to the limit as you dash past your last competitor, your foot touching the finish line as your classmates erupt into cheers.

You can hardly process what happens next, your blood still pumping from the race, but you slow to a jog as your classmates swarm you, shouting praise. 

“Great job!” Reo says, and you high five him. 

But your eyes are already searching for Nagi, who sticks out of the crowd like a sore thumb, towering over the majority of your classmates.

“Did you see that?” you ask Nagi as you dash up to him.

“Yeah. You won. Congrats,” he says simply. “All your work paid off.”

“Do you have a different opinion on working hard now, Nagi?” you say, elbowing him in the side. 

“Dunno. Still seems like a lot. But… you looked like you were shining,” he says seriously. “I couldn’t stop watching you.” 

You pretend to cough into your elbow, hiding your warming cheeks. “Thanks. Anyways! You’re up next, right? What did you sign up for? Ping-pong?”

“I asked someone to switch with me,” he says. “I’m playing football now.”

“Foot… ball? Are you sure you can pick up on all the rules in a short amount of time?” you say, surprised. “Why would you do that?”

“Just because.” But the way Nagi avoids your gaze makes you wonder if he’s hiding something. Still, it wouldn’t be fair of you to pry, and the victory is still racing through your blood. 

“All right. I’ll go cheer you on, then.” 

The two of you make your way to the football field, where the rest of the team is warming up. Someone throws Nagi a blue jersey, and you turn to size up the opposing team. They’re wearing red jerseys… and they’re the same boys who had made fun of you, just a few moments ago. You glance at Nagi, but he’s lazily stretching one leg. 

“Good luck,” you say to Nagi.

“Hm. Won’t need it.” For once, you can’t tell if it’s confidence or lethargy in his voice.

The ensuing football game isn’t a game at all. It’s a one-sided slaughter, with Nagi leading the charge. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Nagi move so fast or fluidly. The ball never leaves his side, and the other team can’t even touch him. One goal. Then another. And when it’s clear they can’t do anything to stop him, the enemy team starts frantically swarming Nagi, breaking formation. But not even a pile-up can save them from their fate, because Nagi simply dodges and kicks the ball into the goal in a series of complicated maneuvers that you can barely track with your eyes. 

The timer runs out, and no one can say a word. You start clapping, and like they’ve woken from a daze, your classmates start cheering, a roar so loud you can hear it reverberate in your heart.

“Did you see that? I didn’t realize Nagi could move like that,” one of your classmates murmurs. 

“I know! Where has he been hiding that talent? It’s so unfair!”

On the distant field, you see Nagi talk to one of opposing team members, who turns an ugly color at his words. You make your way down to the swarm of your excited classmates, but Nagi is already scanning the crowd, lazily waving off compliments from the people around him, and his droopy eyes perk up when you approach. 

“What did you say to that boy?” you whisper, and Nagi leans down so you can cup your hand around his ear. “He looked upset.”

“Just told him he shouldn’t be calling other people losers when he doesn’t even know how to play the game right,” Nagi says. “That’s all.”

“Did you…” The sudden thought feels ridiculous and self-centered. And yet, Nagi Seishiro, the guy who hates activity, who hates effort, who never seems to have particularly strong feelings… “Did you do that because of what he said to me?”

Nagi shrugs. “You worked hard for your goal. He shouldn't have said that.”

There’s a strange fluttering in your chest, and you clamp down on it with all your might. You aren’t going to go there. Because it’s absurd, and impossible, and simply doesn’t make any sense. It would ruin your perfectly aligned plans and wreck your understanding of the world. You’re barely even friends with Nagi; why would he go through all of that trouble for you?

Instead, you elbow him, more roughly than you intend to. “Thanks, but I told you it was okay. People say stupid things all the time.”

“But I didn’t like it,” he says firmly. “You shouldn’t have to put up with that.”

Who is this guy? Did an alien abduct the real Nagi Seishiro and replace him mid-game? It’s hard to look at him, all of a sudden, so you glance down at your shoes instead, trying to calm the pounding of your heart.

The next day, Nagi Seishiro is the talk of the school. His one-sided destruction during sports day gets passed around in whispers and rumors, and a few of your classmates now tell him good morning when he walks through the door. Still, his attitude and manner is enough to put most of them off… all but your friend, Mikage Reo.

“Play football with me!” 

It’s a declaration made when you and Nagi are walking through the halls after school, Reo skirting to a stop just in front of you. He strides up to Nagi, his eyes shining in the golden afternoon sunlight.

“Don’t wanna,” Nagi says immediately.

“Why not? You have the talent, the genius… we could take the world by storm. You… could become the best player in Japan… no, the best player in the world! Be my football partner!” Reo says effusively.

Nagi glances at you. “I already have a partner.”

The term “partner” trills down your spine, but you hold up your hands at Reo’s crestfallen look. “Our deal was only for the sports meet. We’re not really partners anymore.” 

Did Nagi look disappointed, or was it just a trick of the light? Either way, he shoves his hands in his pockets. “I still don’t want to.”

“Why not?” Reo demands.

“It sounds boring.”

“He thinks everything is too much work,” you say, and Reo throws you a stare that screams “how did you even convince him to work with you?” You grimace in response.

“Come on, Nagi Seishiro. I’ll show you a whole new world. It won’t be boring for even a second. Play football with me!” Reo tries again, but Nagi only stares at him silently. 

Nagi glances at you again (why does he keep looking at you?) and Reo, ever observant, throws his pleading in your direction. 

“Please convince Nagi for me,” Reo begs. “He’ll listen to you.”

“What– I don’t–”

“We’re friends,” Reo wheedles. “Come on.”

Well. It wasn’t as if you wanted Nagi to go back to his old slacker ways, and maybe spending time with Reo would open up Nagi’s narrow world, just a bit more. “Nagi, why don’t you try it? You did really well at the sports meet. It’d be a waste to do nothing with your talent.”

“... Is football fun?” Nagi asks.

“Really fun!” Reo replies.

“And… it’s something that people have to try hard at?”

“Most people! You might be able to skate by without even practicing, though, since you’re a genius,” Reo says. “Not that I’m going to let you slack on the field, or off it.”

“Huh… no wonder the two of you get along…” he mutters, before turning the full force of his attention on you. “Is working hard, and doing your best at something… is it really that fun?”

“Huh? Well, yeah! I want to be the best I can be, and winning the relay race felt really good,” you say. “Didn’t you feel anything when you won the football match?”

“Dunno, but… hm…” You can see the rusty gears turning in his head. “I’ll go with you,” Nagi says finally to Reo. “I’ll try joining your team… but…” He points at you. “They have to come with me.” 

“Huh? I’m not even good at sports,” you say defensively. “I have too much on my plate to–”

“Deal!” Reo interjects. “They can come to all our practices and games, even if they don’t join the team! Don’t go back on your word, Nagi Seishiro.”

And to your utter bafflement, you find yourself attending Nagi and Reo’s football games. Nagi, whose attitude you’re just starting to crack, suddenly turns back to an utter alien. Why did you have to attend their practices? Nagi seems content just to have you there, and Reo calls you a “lucky charm,” because apparently Nagi is more motivated when you’re around. 

Sure, you pick up on enough of the terminology and mechanics of the game to bounce strategies with Reo, but you doubt you really need to be there when they have a seasoned coach. Why had Nagi really accepted Reo’s offer, too? So many mysteries surrounded him.

When you ask, Nagi only says vaguely that he accepted Reo’s offer because “he wants to learn what it means to try his best” and you have to be here because “he needs you around.” And then he failed to elaborate when you pressed him.

Truly, Nagi’s behavior doesn’t fit with anyone you’ve ever met before. How can you start to untangle the threads of his random whims? It’s impossible… which is why it leads to odd moments, like during the latest football game Reo organized.

“Nagi, what are you doing?”

Reo's exasperated voice rings out across the field. And, with the screen flashing a score of 5-0 overhead, and curious audience members staring at you and Nagi at the bench below, you can't help but find yourself echoing his sentiments. The star of your school's most recent football match is standing right in front of you, bent at a 90 degree angle so he's looking straight at the ground, his fluffy hair shoved right in front of your face.

“Nagi, what are you doing?” you say, hands still clasped together mid-clap.

“I won the game,” he says matter-of-factly.

“You did! Congratulations!”

But Nagi still doesn't move. In the distance, Reo raises his eyebrows at you, and you shrug your shoulders helplessly. Nagi, with his alien tendencies, is incomprehensible at this moment. As soon as Nagi had scored the winning shot and the timer counted to zero, he dodged all his cheering teammates and made a beeline straight to where you were sitting, bending into a strange position. And he’s been like this for the past three minutes, without any explanation. 

“I won the game,” he repeats.

“I know. I was watching.”

“So you should compliment me,” Nagi says patiently, as if he were explaining a math equation to a small child.

“Huh? But I did,” you protest. “I congratulated you.”

“You should compliment me,” he says again.

This conversation could run around in circles all day. Your eyes drift to Nagi's hair, white strands sticking up in all directions. It's always messy because the only time a comb touched his head was when you were the one using it to brush his hair. Then it hits you out of the blue. No way. Did he want you to…? There’s only one way to find out.

Your hand sinks into his hair as you pat him on the head. It's just as soft as it looks, if not a bit sweaty from exercise. One pat, two pats, and then you quickly extract your hand before you lose yourself in the addicting feeling of stroking his hair. “You did a good job, Nagi. I'm proud of you.”

Nagi finally looks up, satisfied, even if the expression on his face doesn't change a bit. He tilts his head when he sees you shaking your hand slightly. “What are you doing?”

"You're sweaty," you inform him. "Next time, you only get head pats if you take a shower first."

A frown grows across Nagi's face before he drops his chin on the top of your head, arms wrapping around you and draping himself over you as if he had no strength left in his body. You shriek at the sudden, sweaty contact, nose crushed right against his jersey.

“Nagi! Cut it out!”

“Don't wanna. Too much work.”

“And it's not too much work to lean on me like this?” you ask, voice muffled from being pressed against his body.

His arms tighten around you. “Nope.”

"Nagi, you're suffocating them," Reo says, his voice startling close. He must have moved across the field while you were caught up with Nagi.

“They're okay,” Nagi says.

“No, he's right. I can’t breathe right now,” you say dryly.

Nagi loosens his grip around you, but his chin still rests on your head.

“Nagi, we need to talk about our next game,” Reo says expectantly.

“Don't wanna.”

Reo shoots you a pleading glance from around Nagi’s back. “Nagi, go with Reo to talk about your next game,” you order.

“Do I have to?” Nagi shuffles back just enough for you to see his unhappy expression, your head finally freed from his touch.

“Yes,” you and Reo both say at the same time.

“Fine,” he replies. Reo, triumphant, grabs Nagi's arm before he can make a sudden dash, and mouths a thank you before hauling Nagi away. Nagi, for his part, throws you forlorn glances as Reo drags him away, but you only wave at him, smiling.

When the two of them are gone and most of the audience has dispersed, only you and the chilly autumn sunshine remain. The wind, which hadn't been quite so cold before, is strong enough to make you pull your coat tighter around yourself.

Nagi Seishiro is the human equivalent to one of the world’s unsolvable math equations. Though the formula looks simple in theory, there’s simply no way of understanding it– or understanding him. His lackadaisical method of communication doesn’t make it any easier, either. You can’t tell if he’s genuinely obtuse, or if he doesn’t notice that other people can’t track his thought process without communication– or maybe he thinks it’s too much of a bother to try.

But you’re used to his strangeness, though– or at least, you thought you were used to it, until your classmates approached you with wide eyes and giggly whispers one day, asking if the rumors were true. 

“You’re dating Nagi?” they’d asked. “The guy who’s winning all our school’s football games?”

“What?” you hissed. “Who told you that?”

“Nagi himself,” one of the girls said excitedly. “I heard someone ask him why he’s been hanging out with you so much, and he said that was because he’s your partner! Is it true? Are you two dating?”

“It’s not,” you said firmly. “It really isn’t!” you added when the girls looked at you doubtfully. Your heart sank, because if these girls were approaching you, then that’d meant the rumors had spread around the entire school already. If there’s one thing your classmates liked to do, it was gossip.

That’s how you end up dragging Nagi to the roof after school, running up the empty staircase and through streaks of lazy sunshine until you’re back where it all started, the space you onced shared like two planets orbiting the same sun, never interacting.

Now, standing across from the culprit of all the rumors, you tilt your head at Nagi, who tilts his head in the same direction as a response. His sleepy eyes bore into your own, tracking your movements like a puppy.

“Nagi, have you been telling people I’m your partner?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“Because it’s true,” he says. 

“But…! People have been saying we’re dating!”

Nagi tilts his head. “Oh. It was too much of a pain to correct them. I said we were partners, and then they started giggling, saying stuff like ‘I knew it! They’re dating!’ and left before I could say anything else. Is it bad that they think we’re dating?”

“It is! Because it’s not true at all!”  

“We study together and game together ,” he says. “And help each other out. And spend all our time together. So aren’t we partners?”

“Well… this and that are two different things… Being someone’s romantic partner and being someone’s platonic partner are… they’re not the same. I’m just saying, you only date someone you like romantically!”

“Oh. Well, I like you,” he says simply. “So then it’s okay for us to date.”

You feel like someone has just shot you into outer space without a map, and you’re floating around, trying to get your bearings without gravity for the first time. “Huh?”

“I like you,” he repeats. “So, then it’s okay for people to think we’re dating, right? Oh. We could start dating for real, and then that would also clear up the rumors.”

Dating… Dating Nagi? He looks satisfied, nodding to himself as if he’s figured out a particularly complicated equation, but you’re more lost than ever. Romance? Love? Those thoughts have never even crossed your mind. You figured you’d get to them eventually, but the most important thing in your life was success. You weren’t ready yet! You don’t have a plan prepared! Besides, why would he like you? When did feelings have time to grow? If anything, shouldn’t Nagi be annoyed with you for interrupting his peaceful lifestyle?

You can’t map this situation at all. You have no previous references to draw back on other than the girls and boys who asked Reo out throughout the years. Romance should be simple, you’d thought as Reo chased his admirers off. Romance should be simple, and easy, something you can chart and track and understand. There should be a formula to it, just like everything else in life.

“I don’t have time to date,” you say. “I have to focus on my priorities, like… like getting into a good university.”

Nagi shrugs. “Oh. We can date when we’re in university, then.”

“But…!”

“Do you not like me?” he asks seriously.

You open your mouth, but you can’t think of any of a proper rebuttal. You should just say no, but… did you really not like Nagi? Not at all? Not when he went along with your plans, defended you during sports day, wanted you at all his games, and told you he liked you, no games, no pretense, no calculations?

“... I can’t answer that,” you say lamely. 

“Then take your time,” he says.

“But…”

“I like you,” he says. “But if you don’t like me or you don’t want to date, then I’m okay with just being by your side.”

Why couldn’t such a simple answer ever come so easily to you, like it does to Nagi? “It’s weird,” you say quietly, looking down at your feet, “It’s weird not understanding my feelings. I want to understand everything. I wish it were easy.”

“But isn’t it tiring thinking so hard all the time? Sometimes, you can’t think through something. You just have to deal with it,” Nagi says slowly. “But… I like the part of you that tries hard and wants to do everything you can.”

Maybe it’s the sunlight, or the bright blue sky behind him, but Nagi is so brilliant your eyes are drawn to him. Is this what he meant, back during sports day, about shining so brightly he couldn’t look away?

“Stop telling people we’re dating, though,” you grumble.

“Yes, boss.”

—

Mikage Reo, someone you once thought was your friend, is laughing at you. He’s laughing at you, and everytime you think he’s stopped, he takes one look at you and bursts out laughing again. Mercifully, at least, there’s no one in the classroom to witness your humiliation.

“You really think you could make a plan for your love life, like how you plan for classes?” he snickers. “You know, relationships are a lot more complicated than you give them credit for.”

“Hey! In most cases, there is a set pattern to romance.”

“A pattern? Set by who?” Reo asks, raising his eyebrows. 

“Well… in the books I’ve read… and video games I’ve played… I think there’s a common–”

“From stories! Not from real people? Do you know real life is different from books?” Reo cuts in. “Emotions don’t operate on a cut and dry principle.”

“But there is rationality behind emotions,” you argue. “The way people react to certain situations, according to their personality and environment, and–”

“You’re a nerd,” Reo says bluntly. “You can’t predict everything, you know.”

“I can try,” you say blithely, but Reo rolls his eyes. 

“Poor Nagi,” Reo says with a sigh. “This is what happens when he actually tries hard at something!”

“Poor me. I can’t believe he started telling people we were dating without asking me first,” you grumble, and Reo starts laughing again. 

“The two of you are hilarious,” he says, wiping away the tears forming in his eyes. “I haven’t laughed so hard in ages.”

“At least someone is enjoying this.”

 Reo pats you on the back. “But don’t you think you’re underestimating Nagi?”

“What do you mean?” 

“You keep trying to quantify him, but are you really listening to what he’s saying?” Reo asks. “Can’t you just accept that there are some things you won’t understand?”

“But–”

“Do you really not know how you feel about him?” Reo presses. “Don’t string him along. Reject him, or go out with him, but you can’t make him wait to sort out your feelings forever.”

“I know! I know that. But…” You scuff at the floor with your shoe. Reo is right, as loath as you are to admit it. It’s not fair to Nagi to make him wait. And… maybe Nagi isn’t the alien here. Maybe you are, because you’ve tried so hard to turn everything into precise data points so you can understand the human beings around you and the planet you inhabit. Maybe that’s your only option to stave off the fear and the vulnerability the complete randomness of the universe creates.

“I’m not trying to be a jerk to you,” Reo says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I don’t want you to get hurt either, you know. But you can’t keep running forever.”

“I’m not running,” you say.

Reo hums, but then nods to himself, as if coming to a decision. “Do you know why Nagi joined the football team?”

“Because we pestered him into joining?” you grumble.

“No. He told me it’s because he wanted to be more like you.”

“Like me…?”

“He admires you for having goals,” Reo says simply. “For always trying your best. And he wants to understand what it’s like to care so much about something. He wants to learn how to understand you, which is amazing, don’t you think? He doesn’t really seem like the guy who’s ever put much effort into anything before.”

He joined because he admired you? You feel a strange heat in your chest. Nagi, who’s trying to understand something. And you, who has to stop trying to understand everything. What a strange pair you make.

Reo smiles slightly, but you can’t help but find it unbearably smug, the meddler. Why did he have to say the right words to send your thoughts spiraling? “Why don’t you try looking at this from a different angle? What sort of guys do you like?” Reo says abruptly.

“Successful and rich guys,” you say automatically.

“You like successful and rich guys?” Nagi says, and both you and Reo whirl around at the sudden intrusion into your classroom. How much has he heard? You’re panicking as Nagi raises a hand in greeting, but he suddenly frowns. Oh no. Oh no– but he promptly marches over and snatches Reo’s hand off your shoulder, patting off imaginary specks of dust.

“Petty…” Reo mutters, but neither of you acknowledge him.

“What are you doing here?” you say.

“I wanted to see you,” Nagi replies.

You kick Reo’s leg just as he starts shooting you self-satisfied glances. Reo winces, then lightly jabs you in the ribs with his elbow.

“Don’t hit them,” Nagi says to Reo.

“Huh? But they kicked me first!”

Nagi shrugs. “That’s okay.” 

“I don’t like this double standard. You’re ganging up on me,” Reo accuses.

“That’s your problem,” you tell Reo loftily.

Nagi calls your name softly. “Are you free on the weekend?”

“Yes. Oh, did you want to study for the history test together?” you ask, grateful for a change in subject.

“Test?” 

“... I’ll be there on Sunday afternoon.”

“Okay, boss,” Nagi says.

With nothing left to discuss, you all start your separate paths home. Reo flashes you one last thumbs up before the three of you part. “Good luck!” he calls. 

“Thanks,” you say. Because like it or not, this weekend is going to be the first time you’re alone with Nagi after his confession. 

—

On the weekend, you take the subway to Nagi’s house. The ride is only twenty minutes, but you spend the entire time leaning your forehead against the cool glass of the window, scenery flashing by in a muted blur. What’s going to happen? You haven’t even responded to Nagi’s confession yet, and your heart drums nervously in your chest. 

But Nagi’s house, you discover, is surprisingly ordinary. When you ring the doorbell, it takes a few seconds for him to amble down, wrinkled clothes and sloppy hair revealing that he just crawled out of bed.

“Welcome,” he says, and leans over as you run your fingers through his hair, causing the strands to spike up. Soft and silky, despite the fact he puts zero effort into its maintenance. 

“Do you even know what I’m here for?”

“... To game?”

“To study!” you correct, shooing him back inside. You take off your shoes at the entryway, changing into house slippers, and the two of you settle down in the living room. There’s only a couch, a low table and a rug, and a television set in the corner. It’s sparse but clean, so it’s possible Nagi has to hire someone to clean his house, because you doubt he does it on his own.

You pile your textbooks on the table, folding your legs underneath yourself as you flip through your notes. “So… did you study for the test next week?”

“We have a test?” Nagi says, picking up your pencil case.

You slap his hand. “Yes! In history. Did you forget already? I just told you last Friday!”

“You were going to come over, so… I was too excited. I forgot.”

“Am I just supposed to remember everything for you? You need to take initiative,” you say, exasperated, ignoring the fluttering in your chest. So he’d been excited to see you? No, those sorts of thoughts were irrelevant. “Look through the textbook. I marked everything I thought might be on the test.” You slide the book to Nagi, who dutifully picks it up before immediately lying on his side.

“Sit up. You’ll get a headache,” you say, and Nagi slides back into a cross-legged position, resting the book on his lap.

It’s quiet except for the scratching of your pencil and the rustle of pages. When you glance at Nagi to check his process, he’s diligently looking through the textbook, absorbed into reading each section you carefully marked. He’s oblivious to the emotional turmoil that you’re experiencing just by sitting across a table from him; how had you been able to act so casually before? Now, you’re hyper-aware of his presence, his soft sighs, his loose posture, the eyelashes shading across his cheeks.

Out of the blue, Nagi speaks. “You said I can ask you if I have any questions, right?”

You hum, tracing your finger down the text you highlighted. “Yes. Got a question about a passage?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“Can I tell you that you’re cute?”

“That’s… that’s not related to studying,” you try to scold, but your voice is weak even to your own ears.

“Sorry. But I didn’t know if I was allowed to tell you or not,” Nagi says.

“I…” You try to stand, try to find an excuse to leave the room for a second, but your legs have fallen asleep from being in the same cramped position for so long. You stumble, and Nagi, moving faster than you’ve ever seen him, is by your side in a heartbeat.

“Are you okay?” he says, and his concerned face is hovering inches from your own. Somehow, you ended up sliding on the floor, Nagi’s arms caging you in on both sides. Your face is on fire, and somehow, you still have a tight grip on your notes. You nod, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, his eyes linger on your lips.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Nagi says. He leans in closer, and you squeak, raising your notes to block his lips. His eyes are earnest, gaze fixed solely on you, like you’re the only person in his world.

“Well… that’s not…”

“I can wait for you,” he says quietly, “But you told me not to run away from you. So don’t run away from me, either.” 

Your cheeks are burning. There’s no more excuses left. You had already run out of them, long ago. “You can. But I’ve never kissed anyone before,” you murmur. “Reo is the one with all the experience–”

“Call me by my first name,” Nagi interrupts.

“What?”

“You call Reo by his first name,” he says. “Call me by mine, too. It’s not fair, otherwise.”

“That’s so childish!”

“I’m not moving until you do,” Nagi says stubbornly.

“Fine.” You take a breath. “S… Seishiro. Is that better?”

“Yeah.” His hands grip your wrists gently, the touch sending shockwaves through your entire nervous system.

The notebook flutters to the floor as Nagi leans in to kiss you. Like everything he does seriously, it brims with an intensity that steals your breath away. He tastes sweet, like the candy he snacks on, and you cup his face, pulling him closer. 

When you break apart, Nagi rests his forehead against yours. “It’s a lot of work,” he says, “but I’m thinking of playing football professionally.”

“Really? Wow! You have the talent to pull it off,” you say. “Reo finally convinced you to go pro?”

“You said you liked successful guys,” Nagi says simply. “So I have to work hard to be successful.”

“I did! But Seishiro…” You kiss him again, because he’s just so cute, and murmur against his lips, “Forget about my type. The only guy I like is you.”

#liya writes #blue lock #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #blue lock x reader #x reader #nagi seishirou #nagi seishirou x reader #seishiro nagi #seishiro nagi x reader #YEAH HE HAS ME IN A DEATH GRIP. SORRY. #couldnt finish work until i had this done bc it absorbed all my attention

[mitsuyaya]

[ 18:28 PM ] nagi seishirou

♡ contains: 322 words. domestic fluff, suggestive, reader has boobs

♡ end note: not edited, please forgive me for dissapearing for so long (midterms + fever really held me up 🙃) take this is as my apology.

nagi stirs from his nap, spotting you beside him with your phone propped in the middle of your thighs. you felt him scooch closer to you, wrapping a hand over your stomach.

“what time is it?” you reach for his head, pushing his stray hairs back. “too early for you to wake up, go sleep some more.” he smiles, opening his eyes to find your hand that was once rubbing his scalp retract slowly then goes back to its place earlier.

nagi stares at you and your hands, at what you were doing with them, then he opens his mouth: “why are you doing that?” you pause the video you were watching, looking at your boyfriend's eyes.

“do what?” he points to your hand, “that. why are you holding your boobs?”

“It’s warm” was your short answer, when you try to go back to what you were watching you were distracted by nagi shuffling from your side.

“what are you-” he doesn't let you finish your sentence when you feel him move to your back, making you adjust your position on the bed to make space for him.

“Can I try holding it?” he asks, chin resting at the junction between your neck and shoulder. you giggled, his curiosity mirrors a child wanting to try riding a bicycle.

“please”

you smiled, giving in to his request, you guide his stretched hands under your shirt. “oh, you're not wearing a bra” he comments, after you remove your hands and let him do what he wants to. you could feel him smile from over your shoulder, like it's something that he really finds enjoying.

it was ticklish at first because he wasn't putting all of his strength, only a little, testing the waters before he fully grasped your boobs in his palms and hummed in delight.

“so warm and soft” you heard him whisper while occasionally squeezing your breasts. it's the last thing you heard before the room that was filled with both of your voices drowns in silence once again.

#🍰. que-mie #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #nagi imagines #nagi scenarios #nagi seishirou x reader #nagi seishirou fluff #nagi seishirou imagines #nagi seishirou scenarios #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #bllk scenarios #bllk fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff

[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 — nagi seishirou

fluff, gender neutral!reader

dare i say tangerines are nagi’s favorite fruit just because it allows him to spend time with you…

“More.” Nagi casually demanded as he finished swallowing the last of the fruit.

“More? Really? Sei that was the third tangerine I’ve peeled for you!” You complained back while he continued to stare at his phone. He shrugged.

“It’s a hassle peeling tangerines,” He said simply and tapped away at his screen. You rolled your eyes and grabbed another fruit.

You weren’t really complaining anyway. The warmth that came from Nagi’s body as he laid his head on your lap was more than enough to keep you seated on the couch peeling fruit. You had nothing to do for the day other than stay home and tend to your lazy boyfriend. You started peeling.

You looked down and watched him play on his phone. His long slender fingers held his phone above his concentrated face as his tongue stuck out from his lips. Quiet exclamations of ‘final boss!’ and ‘oh i died..’ filled the room along with the sound of the television playing in the back.

Of course Nagi thought you were watching the TV. You told him you were eating fruit and watching television when he came and laid on you. But now the TV was forgotten as you admired the boy in your lap.

You peeled back the tangerine rind from the sweet inside and began separating it into it’s small slices.

“Say ‘Ah~’” You said and immediately Nagi tilted his head up and parted his lips as his eyes stayed stuck to his screen, waiting for you to feed him. A smile on your lips as you placed the tangerine slice gently on his tongue and watched as he began to eat it. His sleepy eyes widened at the sweetness of the fruit.

“Mm… this one is definitely the best one.” He said in between chewing.

“Oh really?” You responded sarcastically. “Am I your official fruit peeler now?” You teased lightly as you drew another slice towards his mouth.

To your surprise, Nagi had paused his game and his phone was resting on his chest as he looked up at you. He ignored your joke.

“Try it,” He chirped with his big, curious eyes watching you.

“O-oh…” You put the small piece of fruit into your mouth and began to chew. The perfect mix of sweetness and sourness flooded your taste buds.

“Oh wow! These are really good!” You exclaimed with a wide smile, but you didn’t notice the way Nagi’s eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips. Silently admiring the way your eyes sparkled and how you smiled as you ate the fruit. It was such a small thing for him to notice or even find admirable, but Nagi always found something to love about you.

His voice a little more loud and awake, “Right? I told you.” A small smile turned his lips up as he played your reaction over and over in his head. Oh and he was missing all of the shots in his game and his score went down, but somehow he was okay with it because sharing such a simple moment with you meant so much more to him than a game.

“More.” Nagi parted his lips again and awaited for more fruit. Maybe if he laid long enough and kept you seated there, you would eventually lean down and kiss him breathless. Maybe if he kept on asking you to peel tangerines for him, you would share them with him and tell him how good they tasted. And maybe he would be able to see your eyes sparkle even brighter than the last.

#nagi seishiro #nagi seishirou x reader #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi x y/n #blue lock #bluelock fluff #bllk fluff #bllk nagi #h4venpha

[maochira]

Can I request a itoshi brother's younger sister reader x nagi seishiro

like the reader has the quiteness of her brothers and also their skills but didnt get the under eyelash of her brothers because she has their mothers facial figure, so some blue lock players where shock to see the female players rankings that there is a girl with an itoshi surname in the RANK 1, and now they know that your brother is rin and sae

somewhat there is a blue lock program for female football players,

there is somewhat a thing between the reader and nagi that nagi's teammates somewhat observe,

nagi blushing around when the reader is walking pass the blue lock hallway (there is a different building for female and male players but eats together in the building's massive canteen), gets motivated in games whenever they look into each others eyes

Gets jealous when kaiser flirts with the reader, and the reader find kaiser weird so she stays quite (nagi and her brothers protective traits unlock 😭)

OKAY SO FIRST OFF this is a great request!!! But I only write gn!reader so I hope you don't mind,, it's pretty much all written in the second person tho so no use of third-person pronouns anyways. I also changed some story aspects a tiny bit

Requests are open!

Masterlist and upcoming Blue Lock writing event

Tags: gn!Itoshi!reader, reader is a year younger than Rin so 15, reader is in a team that's currently training in Blue Lock with the Blue Lock Eleven and U-20 team before Neo Egoist League, Bastard München is there for some reason (it's only so I can fulfil the request of adding Kaiser), really canon-wise and lore-wise this makes no sense but it's my silly brain producing silly headcanons and scenarios

-you're amazing at soccer, your skill being extremely close to Rin's. But despite that, you're kind of an outsider in your own team. During matches you work great together, but off of the field there's no connection

-that means, you're pretty much a loner in Blue Lock. Especially because you know no one in the other teams, except for your brothers. But they're not exactly on the best terms with each other, so you never get to spend time with both of them.

-sometimes players from the other teams talk to you, but it's only because you're an Itoshi sibling. Besides that, so far no one has been interested in knowing you as a person yet

-it's very obvious how most of their interest in you is because you're an Itoshi sibling. Because at first, no one cared about you. You weren't noticed as an Itoshi sibling because you look a little more different from your brothers, especially your eyes. But as soon as there was a ranking list with your name, of course, suddenly everyone wanted to know you

-but your quiet personality makes them lose interest quite fast, so you're not being bothered for longer than a few days

-ever since seeing you for the first time, Nagi often watches you from a distance. He has figured out at what time you eat dinner, so he tries to be in the dining hall at around the same time, because he really wants to see you

-it really doesn't take him long until he develops a crush on you. And he crushes real hard. Always blushing when he walks past you or when your teams are at soccer practice together

-he doesn't know how to approach you, so he doesn't. Although he thinks about ways to talk to you whenever he lies in bed, unable to fall asleep because all he can think about are your pretty eyes

-it's one of those evenings when you're having dinner all on your own. Occasionally, Nagi's gaze wanders over to you

-by now, you've noticed how often he looks at you and you've noticed him blushing when near you. But you've never talked to him so far. You're kind of interested in knowing what kind of person he is, though. You've seen him play soccer and impressed with his skills (although you believe you're better than him)

-you're minding your own business, eating dinner. And then he sits down next to you. Michael Kaiser.

-he attempts to flirt with you, for minutes, despite how you show no interest in him at all. You only roll your eyes and try to ignore him

-Nagi sees all of this and walks up to you and Kaiser. Somehow, he gets Kaiser to leave you. Nagi asks if you're okay and he's happy he finally got the courage to talk to you

-but before you get to answer, suddenly both of your brothers stand behind him

-they make Nagi leave, and although he doesn't want to, he really doesn't feel like starting an argument with your brothers, so he leaves and returns to the table he was sitting at before

-the next day, you're a bit late to dinner. It has Nagi worried because he thinks you ate earlier today, so he's a bit disappointed he doesn't get to see you

-when you enter the dining hall, you see Nagi sitting on his regular seat with some of his teammates. While you're getting your food, you get the idea to sit next to him. So that's what do you

-you walk towards Nagi, asking if it's okay to sit down next to him. And that's the first time you see him smiling so brightly

#seishirou nagi #seishiro nagi #nagi #blue lock #blue lock nagi #bllk #bllk nagi #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk headcanons #blue lock scenarios #bllk scenarios #blue lock x you #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi seishirou x reader #sae itoshi #rin itoshi #michael kaiser

[liyue-harbour]

you play that game too, huh?”

nagi looked above from his seat on the stairs and saw you, one level above, staring down at him gaming. he nods and pauses it.

“heh sorry, i was going to dump my trash down the rubbish chute and heard the loading music...”

ah, it must’ve been when i forgot to turn the volume down and accidentally blasted the audio.. he thinks to himself.

then, nagi stands up, stretches and was about to walk back into his apartment when you shouted for him to wait as you bolted down the flight stairs. despite you telling him to wait, he continues to walk off but stops when he hears the familiar loading theme. nagi turns around only to see your phone screen right in front of his face.

(gamer tag), level 247. “check them out!” you exclaimed cheekily. where did nagi see this username and avatar? and why did it look so familiar? it was only after you switched to the rankings page did he realise something. you were the one who was constantly on his tail on the leaderboard fighting for first place.

#x reader #bllk imagines #bllk x reader #bllk headcanons #bllk fluff #blue lock #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi seishirou #nagi seishirou x reader

[shoyoist]

i spend half of every single day of my life thinking abt very slow and soft sex with nagi bc i just know that at his core that's what he enjoys the most <3 lazy kisses and slow thrusts are his favorite bc he likes to fully take in the moment hehe

content: fem!reader. all characters in my nsfw works are 18+ or aged up to that. unprotected sεx, multiple orgasms, cumming inside.

— . ｡˚ ♡ nagi loves how you hug him so tight. an: so true gyu ♡ this is nagi's favourite way to do it he's so soft sometimes.

"seishirou," you whisper so softly, into the curve of nagi's neck. your hand comes to curl gently at his nape, as he thrusts into you — slow, calculated thrusts that go deeper and deeper with each stroke.

"mm?" he sighs at how your pussy flutters around him, warm and slick with the coupled effect of your previous orgasms. the way you sound out his name is so sweet in his ear, he wants to tell you to say it again — but he's feeling too dazed, too lost in the pleasure of your body, to want to speak up.

your legs lock around his waist, pulling him closer and pressing your bodies together, warm and just a little sticky with sweat, in the heat of the summer night. "seishirou," you whisper again, and he wants to smile. "i love you."

"'a love you, too." he says in an exhale, giving the side of your head a small kiss as you press your face further into his neck, taking in the lingering scent of sports spray and soap that's still on him, despite it being hours since he got home from practise for the day.

his hand — fingers pale and cold, yet so calloused and strong — slides down from where he'd been pinning your wrist to the bed, to your neck, your shoulder, then to your chest. he squeezes one of your tits in his hand as he fucks his cock into you all the way, moaning into your mouth as his balls slap at your ass. "fuck."

"want your cum," you tell him, tightening the hold your legs have around him, tugging him in even closer, and now his thrusts are so deep, pulling out not even halfway before he's going back in, cock kissing your cervix sweetly each time. "again, seishirou. please."

"'m givin' it." he mumbles, eyes almost shut as he kisses your hair again, bracing himself against the mattress a little harder so he can pick up his pace a little and drive himself to another high. "be patient with me, angel."

your hands climb from their place at his bicep and his nape, to cup his face gently, pull his lips to yours for a kiss — and he uses the chance to snap his hips into you faster, pulling the prettiest little gasp from your lips, so he can eat it up as it comes out of your mouth.

"pretty thing," he says, for himself to hear, really — as those sleepy, doe eyes drop down to watch the way his cock is sucked into your pussy so well, a ring of milky white adorning the base as he readily increases his speed. "fuck, g'nna cum again."

"inside, inside," you chant, back arching as his cock presses into your gummy walls the way you like best, the depth of his thrusts making your toes curl. it's so good, each thrust slow, angled just right, hitting your most sensitive spot each time — and the muffled slap, slap, slap! of his muscled thighs against your skin is delicious.

nagi lets out a belated hum of agreement, mumbling after a few seconds that of course, he'll cum inside — it's where he likes it best, anyway. he can't bother himself with pulling out, and the way your cunt takes it all so well, and how you look so cute stuffed full of his thick, heavy cum?

he wants to see it. every time. as many times as he can.

your walls clamp around him at the very moment he feels the coil in his stomach go unbearably tight — and a moan, breathy and pitched, pushes itself out of his throat at the same moment that you fling your arms around his neck and cry, "cumming, cumming! seishi— fuck!"

and you hit your orgasms together, for the second time in a row tonight — nagi's eyes squeeze shut at the way your pussy clamps around him so fucking tight, squelching wetly as you're filled with the ropes of cum that spill from his cock. "haah," you moan, breathless, as you try to keep kissing him, even as he pulls back for air. "more, please."

his hand drops lower still, then, palm dragging down your stomach, to the puffy bud of your clit that's throbbing, begging to be touched so your high can come full circle. "pretty girl," he gasps. "fuck, takin' me so well."

his rhythm stutters just a little, with the oversensitive throb that blooms at his tip, when it hits your cervix once again — but he keeps going, breathing hot and heavy into your hair as he drops his head down, touching his forehead to your shoulder as he lets himself relax.

he lays with you like that for a few minutes, wrapped in pleasured silence and the sound of your breathing, his cock snug inside your wet cunt. thinking of how good it feels, to come home and have you like this every single night.

then, you turn your face a little, and press your lips to his cheek in a short kiss. "seishirou?"

and nagi turns his face, too, to meet your eyes with his own. he rolls his hips into yours, feeling the way cum oozes out of you, stickying both his skin and yours. "again."

#₊˚ପ⊹ REKHA™. #₊˚ପ⊹ NYCHTA. #nagi smut #nagi seishirou smut #blue lock smut #bllk smut #blue lock x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishirou x reader #bllk x reader #nagi headcanons #nagi drabbles #blue lock drabbles #blue lock headcanons

[wafaeli]

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚𝐇𝐢 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. (╥﹏╥)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

༘⋆ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 ༘⋆

✧˖°𝓡𝓲𝓷 𝓘𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓱𝓲✧˖°

(∩˃o˂∩)♡

-𝐀𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.♡

-𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.♡

-𝐇𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.♡

-𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤.♡

-𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.♡

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧

˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧

⋆｡°✩𝓢𝓪𝓮 𝓘𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓱𝓲⋆｡°✩

ㅤ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒

-𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.♡

-𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.♡

-𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞.♡

-𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭.♡

-𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟐𝟎 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝.♡

🌱⋆｡°₊ ⊹˚ 🍵⋆˙⟡₊ ⊹˚ 🌱⋆｡°₊ ⊹˚ 🍵⋆˙⟡₊ ⊹˚ 🌱⋆｡°₊ ⊹˚

🌱⋆｡°₊ ⊹˚ 🍵⋆˙⟡₊ ⊹˚ 🌱⋆｡°₊ ⊹˚ 🍵⋆˙⟡₊ ⊹˚ 🌱⋆｡°₊ ⊹˚

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝓢𝓮𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓸 𝓝𝓪𝓰𝓲⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

-𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐎𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.♡

-𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.♡

-𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫.♡

-𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫.𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮,𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.♡

-𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.♡

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ ࣪ ִֶָ☾⭒🌊🫧 ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ ࣪ ִֶָ☾⭒🌊🫧 ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ ࣪ ִֶָ

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ ࣪ ִֶָ☾⭒🌊🫧 ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ ࣪ ִֶָ☾⭒🌊🫧 ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ ࣪ ִֶָ

🐾ᯤ𝓡𝓮𝓸 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓰𝓮🐾ᯤ

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝.♡

-𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡.♡

-𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐨'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.♡

-𝐀 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬.♡

-𝐑𝐞𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.♡

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꙳⸌☆⸍꙳ 𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝔂𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲꙳⸌☆⸍꙳

૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

-𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭.♡

-𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.♡

-𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.♡

-𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.♡

-𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.♡

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

#blue lock #itoshi rin #nagi seishirou #isagi yoichi #reo mikage #sae itoshi #nagi seishirou x reader #rin itoshi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #reo mikage x reader #sae itoshi x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you

[lovemaiyo-main]

I LOVE EVERYBODY (because i love you)

SUMMARY would you love me if i was a worm ?

WITH isagi , gagamaru , chigiri , bachira , kunigami , reo , nagi WARNINGS none ! AOSHEI MY FIRST BLUE LOCK POST !!! also im making a part 2 for this with the rest of the boys rahhh

ISAGI

GAGAMARU

CHIGIRI

BACHIRA

KUNIGAMI

REO

NAGI

inspo / credits i. ii.

#✶ sealed #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk smau #isagi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #gagamaru x reader #gagamaru gin x reader #chigiri x reader #hyoma chigiri x reader #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #kunigami x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishirou x reader

[iwantya]

'ts winter!! — nagi seishirou

fluuuff!!

gn!reader

warnings: none!

my first story in this acc •///•

dec. 21, 2023 (this isnt the actual date though!!)

"the snow is so beautiful," you say looking up smiling while the snowflakes fall from the clear white sky. "hmm.." nagi replies back with a simple hum, "like your fluffy white hair." you laugh as you turn to nagi to be greeted with a camera click. "oh shoot.. forgot to turn silent." he says blankly, tapping his screen to turn on his silent, but he seems to be clicking more while the corner of his lips slowly turn into a shape of a smile. "what was that 'bout?" you ask leaning forward to him to see what hes doing whatev in his phone. "'ts nothing.." he sighs looking straight in your eyes, but little did he know u saw the pic he took of u in his screen before turning it off, prob his wallpaper is u now. "sei, look! its such a cute kitty!" you say, pointing behind him and quickly turning on your phone to click a picture of him. he slowly tilts his head left and right, finding the kitty u were pointing at. he looks back, "cant find it." to be greeted with a click of camera too. "now were fair!" you say grinning, showing him ur screen to reveal the pic u took of him. he smiles, with a silent chuckle. "lets go inside, 'ts too cold out here.." he says leaning to your chest to rest. "alreadyy?? its been just 30 mins though.." u whine looking at the view once again before going inside. "wanna cuddle, perfect weather to cuddle." he says burrying his head deeper to your chest. you chuckle slightly, "okay, okay. lets go back inside now." you say guiding him to go inside.

`vyen's talk: so sad cuz theres no winter in our country :*( crying*

#nagi seishiro #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #nagi x you #nagi x y/n #nagi x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishirou x reader #nagi seishiro x you #blue lock fluff #nagi fluff #nagi scenarios #blue lock scenarios #vyen writess

[popponn]

call you later; 1.

notes: what if you didn't pick up their call? they left a voicemail, in their own ways. characters: isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, seishirou nagi. [ part 2 : rin, bachira ]

isagi yoichi

Probably felt a little bit sad you didn’t pick up. You are probably his first crush—and only, for a long time, maybe, and this boy is committed with capital C when he is into something—so don’t be too hard on him. Like, hey, his #2 after the soccer itself didn’t pick up his phone? Poor guy.

But like the considerate boy off the pitch he is, Yoichi will immediately give you a brief of what he wanted to tell you before leaving the classic note of ‘i will call you again later’. It won’t be overly long, as he prefers to talk to you rather than to the empty void of a voicemail. Or at least he intends so to seem polite and proper, until he stutters and tripped all over his words a little bit. It’s cute though.

All in all, probably one of the most normal guy from Blue Lock, as usual, and whatever sad feelings he had from getting his call not being picked up will be gone the moment he got the chance to talk to you. A little advice, just make sure to actually call him later—knowing you reach out to him as soon as you can will make Mr. Egoist pretty happy.

“Uh, so… are you busy? Wait—you are not picking up of course you are busy…” Yoichi trailed off with a nervous laugh. “But, so, anyway, about our promise to walk around Saitama, I was wondering if your schedule is free this Sunday? I got two weeks off Blue Lock but I kinda want to make sure we can do it as soon as we can, so if anything comes up—ah, but I didn’t mean it in a bad way!”

It took Yoichi a few seconds to gather his composure before he continued, “I mean, uh, yeah, I just want to do it with you soon. I will call you again so we can talk about it later! Work hard, or have a good time! See you!”

itoshi sae

First of all, how dare you. He is famous and probably have people lining up for his number while you get him punching your number and didn’t pick up. Just for that, Sae might throw a tantrum, albeit a silent one.

On a more serious note, he will raise an eyebrow honestly, especially if you are the type to usually answer. But he is pretty independent most of the time, so he will only left a few words on the voice mail. In some occasions, though, when he just calls for the sake of listening to you, he will feel a little bit down. You can cheer him up later—you should, actually. Sometimes talking with Sae requires advanced mind reading technique and when he is a little bit down or pissed you really have to use that skill. Because boy, this guy is pretty constipated emotionally.

So, end notes, just call him real soon, okay? He might act cold and tough but he is also someone whose favorite show is Chibi Maruko-chan. He won’t say much in the voicemail or act like it afterwards, but he might really wait for you to call back, especially if he didn’t hear anything from or about you for a day. Though, honestly, just call him back or answer his next call before five seconds so everyone could be saved from his scathing vocabularies.

“What do you want for dinner? I’m picking you up later,” Sae said without wasting a second. “Hurry up and decide, then call me soon, got it? And in case you are thinking of anything funny, finish whatever you are working on first, then call me as soon as possible.”

For a moment, it was as if he was done. Then, a few beats of silence passed and he continued, “…and honestly… nevermind. Just call me soon.”

nagi seishirou

Yeah, let’s be real—he won’t leave a note and just give up. He willed out energy to call you first and you asked more from him? Wow. The fucking audacity.

But, let’s say, he really really wants to talk to you at the time and is in a really really really good mood—it will be long, if only for the long pauses. He will speaks sparsely, like the personification of bullet notes, as he doesn’t really see the point in talking if you are not really there to begin with. But, at the same time, Nagi Seishirou is also a Blue Lock egoist and he thinks having you listen to his voice note for a long time is not exactly a bad thought.

In the end, though, he really just want to hear your voice, actually. So, sooner or later, he will end the note with a ‘call me soon’ and plays a few games while waiting for you. The guy really need to recharge whatever small battery he has with you, so you really better call back if you don’t want to deal with a pouty Nagi holding a petty grudge for three minutes. And come on, do it for Reo, dude has way too much on his plate already.

“Eh, why are you not picking up?” Seishirou started with a complain, before immediately staying silent for a long time. Clearly on purpose, rather than for trying to remember something. “…I want to talk to you, so call me later, ‘kay?” he continued, in the end. “Choki also misses you by the way. You love Choki, right? So you really better call me back.”

Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Oh, I also have something I want to show you. So, let’s meet up next week. That’s all. Later.”

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock scenarios #nagi seishiro #itoshi sae #nagi seishirou #isagi yoichi #itoshi sae fluff #itoshi sae x reader #nagi seishirou x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi fluff #nagi seishirou fluff #i finally write a scenario!!!!! yay!!! #you can see who is my oshii but trust me i love em all

[aoshihugs]

" i don't wanna be just friends / it's no coincidence, it's a kitty-incidence "

⤿ blue lock boys on the catboy-dogboy spectrum! ‘x reader’ format

⤿ warnings : none! some boys could fit multiple categories btw

CATBOY! a bit moody at first; likes his personal space. it takes some time to warm up to you, but rest assured, his sharp glare softens eventually. prefers to show affection in small but soft moments – putting his head on your lap, napping with you, or a featherlight kiss on the nose when you aren’t expecting it. slowly but steadily, unfurling petal by petal, his love blooms for you.

CHIGIRI, aryu, nikko, rin, nagi, barou, julien

CATBOY LEANING! on the quieter side. wants to share sweaters and hoodies and fuzzy socks. squeezes your hand but lets you take the lead. a cozy lover, peppering kisses on your forehead, temple, and shoulders. a day at the library, an afternoon stroll through the park, hours at that café down the block. stares into your eyes and loses track of time. why rush? he’s already decided he’ll spend the rest of his days with you.

otoya, noa, hiori, ness, YUKIMIYA, sae, tokimitsu, kurona

FOXBOY EQUILIBRIUM! a tease and proud of it! pokes and prods at all your buttons, but careful not to push you away. easy smiles and a twinkle in his eyes. knows you love him, yet fights back a blush every time you tell him so. whispers how much he loves you when you fall asleep on his shoulder, hoping you hear. has trouble saying it outright, favoring acts of service and a show of physical affection here and there. he’s learning to love you loudly, hoping one day to shout it from the rooftops for all the world to know.

reo, kaiser, KARASU, oliver

DOGBOY LEANING! follows you around, truly a lost puppy. eyes are bright and smile is brighter, filled with adoration. enamored by you – always at attention and awaiting your beck and call. expect a good morning! and sleep well! text each day. kiss his nose, ruffle his hair, hug him from behind – he’s a goner. after all, he’s yours and you’re his, what more could he ask for?

isagi, NANASE, raichi, zantetsu, bachira, naruhaya, sendou

DOGBOY! a wild ride. loves loudly and proudly. grabs you by the hand and drags you along with him for an adventure. wins all the games at the fair, twirls you around as you walk side-by-side, dances with you in the kitchen to imaginary music. you get him. you’re his soulmate, his treasure, and the light of his life. he’d take on the world just to stay by your side.

kunigami, gagamaru, prince, LAVINHO, shidou

cat & dog (eng ver) — txt

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[nerdiel-has-no-braincells]

Nagi’s Favorite Gift

BLLK characters are older in this, Nagi being married to you. You’re celebrating his birthday at his bestie Reo’s house.

“Happy birthday!” Everyone had cheered as you brought the cake out. No candles were lit as Nagi had once said it was a hassle blowing them out. Nagi being how he is, the first thing he did was dip his finger in the frosting and smear it on your face with a smile on his face. You’ve seen it coming to be honest, it was his favorite thing to do ever since you first celebrated his birthday together. The fact that it continued only made you love him more.

Once you set the cake down and left to the bathroom to clean your face, Reo comes up to Nagi and gives him a playful jab to the arm. “She just left, you don’t have to stare at the door until she’s back.” he grinned. Nagi hummed and shook his head. “It’s not that Reo, I’m worried. Y/N hasn’t been feeling well lately. I tried to get her to go to a doctor but she keeps saying she’s fine.” Reo smiled at his friend. He knew Nagi worried about his wife when it came to almost anything and nothing he could say would cause him to stop his worries. But, he made a promise to you.

“She knows her body better than anyone. I say let’s trust her.” Nagi’s eyes shifted from the bathroom door to Reo. Normally Reo was some sort of sound of reason. Glancing back to see you exit the bathroom only for Bachira and Chigiri to tease you about the frosting incident and seeing you laugh made him think more on what Reo said.

“Maybe you’re right.”

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A few hours later and it was time to call it a night. After whining to you, you decided to tell Reo you and Nagi were leaving. Right before you left, Reo handed you a gift for Nagi with the instructions that it paired with yours. Puzzled, Nagi wondered what it was the entire walk home. You had wanted to walk to Reo’s since you both lived nearby and wanted to feel the coolish air before it became too warm to walk in. As always, you held hands. It was a way for Nagi to ensure he could pull you away from danger while keeping you nearby him. Not to mention, he’d always loved holding hands with you, even before you dated. You would hold his hand to drag him places he wanted to go to but didn’t have the energy to. You were his comfort. If he didn’t hold hands with you while you walked together, he feels like he might not know what to do with himself. Years of being together and a year and a half of marriage, and you were the constant in his life that he wanted aside from football, Reo, and games.

As you made it home, Nagi let out a yawn. He was tired from the party and his social battery bar was at zero. Leaning up onto your toes and gently pulling his face so you could kiss his cheek, you let out a small laugh. God he loved your laugh no matter how big or small. “Go get in bed. I’ll join you in a second.”

Not being one to argue when he was this tired, he walked to your shared bedroom, taking his hoody off and changing into his pajamas. Climbing into bed, he waited for you to follow.

What felt like a hundred heartbeats later, you walked in holding the gift Reo gave you with one additional one. Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, he watched as you came over to his side and sat beside him.

“Did Reo give you those to open at home?” Nagi asked, taking the presents as you handed them to him.

“Mm. One is.” you answered. “The top on is from me but I wanted to wait until we were home before you opened them. Our presents go together, though.”

Nagi held up the tiny box, unsure of what it was. He had the feeling that you might have gotten him some gacha pulls, but he received that from his parents after they called to wish him a happy birthday. At this moment, he had more than he knew what to do with.

Undoing the ribbon, he opened the little package to find something he never expected: a pregnancy test.

Knitting his brows together, he thought back on how long you both had tried to start a family together and all of the negative tests along with the pain both of you experienced. Not as much as you though. You believed you were doing something wrong after a year of not becoming pregnant. Meanwhile your friends had been successful a few months into their new marriages.

“Well?” You asked, breaking him out of his thought process. Nagi looked at you. You held his gaze and smiled. If this was his present and you were smiling, did it mean…?

Looking back down, he picked up the pee stick that thankfully had the cap on while closing his eyes and holding his breath. After finally getting the courage, he opened his eyes that went directly to the words that read ‘Positive’. Eyes widening, he looked back at you. “Really?!” he exclaimed. You nodded, your smile growing bigger.

“I confirmed it with the doctor two days ago. I’m pregnant, Sei.” Tears filled your eyes as you spoke. Nagi dropped the test and pulled you into his lap, arms wrapped around you and his head in the nook of your neck. His heart had beat hard.

“Finally.” He whispered. You wrapped your arms around his head, leaning your forehead against the crown of his head. “Happy birthday baby.” You whispered back.

Nagi felt your tears of joy drop onto his head as his own soaked your clothes. You had tried for what felt like ages and he couldn’t handle seeing you upset over another negative test. His heart had broken over not just the rest but over your own broken heart. But that was over now. In 8 more months you both were going to have a family. The thought of it caused Nagi to pull away only to cradle your head in his hands, kissing your lips multiple times as one time wasn’t enough, causing you to giggle against his lips.

Remembering the other present, Nagi gently pulled you towards him so that you could lean against him as he opened it.

“This one’s from Reo. Do you know what it is?” Nagi asked, pulling the bow.

“Not this one. He said it went along with my gift since he was the only one who knew.” You answered, watching Nagi unwrap the gift.

It honestly bugged Nagi that Reo knew before he did. But at the same time, he loved that this was kept until his birthday.

Opening the box, Nagi hears you gasp. “Oh my god Reo..” you say, tears falling down your face. Nagi’s heart warmed as he unfolded and held up the newborn onesie that had resembled Nagi and Reo’s team jersey along with Nagi’s number. On the back it had your shared last name, the name you took when you married him. Wrapping his arms around you, he brought the onesie closer for you to look at, holding it up for you to take.

Taking the onesie from your husband, you hold it against your chest, sobbing. Nagi holds you, leaning your head against his shoulder as his cheek met the top of your head. You both had stayed in that position until your cries had calmed.

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Laying together in bed, you held up the onesie, a smile on your face. Nagi could see the tears forming once again so he grabbed the onesie and set it on the dresser across the room.

“Sei! I was looking at that.” You pout as you watch Nagi walk back to bed.

“If you kept looking at it, you would have cried more. You’re making our baby sad.” He said matter of factly, pulling the covers over him.

A laugh escaped your lips. “That doesn’t even make sense.” Another shriek of laughter comes out as Nagi pulls you next to him on the bed.

“Makes sense to me.” he responded.

“Of course it does, you goober.” Settling into Nagi’s arms, you hum as your eyes close. “I think the onesie was the best gift.”

“Mm. No. My favorite present was finding out we’re having a family.” Nagi replied, his eyelids heavy as he closed them. “I love you Y/N.”

A smile appeared on your lips. “I love you Sei.”

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The next day, you visited Reo to thank him for the gift. Nagi whined about how much you were crying, but when Nagi thought Reo wasn’t looking, he laid his hand on your stomach with the warmest smile on his face.

I may end up deleting this. It was just a cute concept to me :x Happy birthday my favorite striker ❤️ 06.05

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[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 — nagi seishirou

fluff, the cliche wont-let-you-get-out-of-bed bf except its nagi duh

lol rushed ending .. ! and its quite short :3 i have smth else coming tho !!

You dreamt of a snake. A huge boa constrictor. It had its body squeezed around your shoulders, waist, and arms. You were scared because it felt so genuinely real for some reason. You could practically feel the snake’s scales as it coiled and twisted around your body.

When you finally blinked your eyes open, the snake was gone. It was replaced by a dense warmth, almost uncomfortable, as it seeped into your skin and surrounded you. Half asleep, you reached for the edge of the blanket to flip it up to release the warmth; However, even with the blanket off, the warmth lingered close.

A large, heavy arm draped over your body with firm fingers that pressed into your hip. Another arm that snaked around the back of your head and bent around your neck tightly held you in place. And when you tried to kick off the blanket, another pair of legs kept yours captive.

“…Seishirou,” You grumbled and tried to wiggle out of his strong grasp. Of course you never minded when he was clingy in the morning, but it was hot. Nagi’s body turned into a furnace during the night and in the morning you’d wake up with his skin sizzling hot against yours.

“Mm…” He hummed, half asleep.

“Hey… it’s too hot, go back to your side,” you pleaded and peered over his shoulder to find his side of the bed completely empty and cold as he shoved himself onto your side. “You have so much room over there,”

“…Hmm, its cozy over here though…” He mumbled as he curled his body into yours. You began weakly trying to push him over, but he barely budged at your attempts.

Fully awake, Nagi started to pull you under him, completely covering you with his 6’3” long body.

“No, no, no! Sei!” You laughed as he laid his entire weight onto you, completely keeping you frozen and unable to escape.

“Stay still,” He said with his deep, groggy voice into the crook of your neck. He pressed himself further down onto you.

“Sei, please…?” Regardless, you settled down.

“Mm just a little longer…” You could practically hear the the smile in his voice as he nuzzled further into your neck. Silently, you reached up and placed one hand into his hair while the other rubbed across his back.

“You’re such a baby.” You sighed and kissed his cheek gently. Your eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed back into his warmth.

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