Synopsis: Bachira drags you out for a midnight walk because he โcanโt sleep without running.โ Yet both of your thoughts seem too far from it.
Warnings: None.
A/n: Another short fic to ease my mind. Sometimes my mind and fingers itch to write down something, anything really. But that doesnโt excuse a fact- my writing is still all over the place haha..
Genre: Fluff with slight angst.
Walking down the empty pathway in the middle of night was never something in your checklist of routines to follow. Yet somehow, the soft flowing breeze was able to calm you down.
Or at least, thatโs what you wanted to believe.
โ-And then Rin-chan got pissy again,โ his laughter floating along the breeze, soft yet so full of raw sweetness.
โPoor guy. Youโve really been busy huh?โ your voice sat somewhere between flat and teasing. You still felt uneasy after sneaking out. If your parents were to find out about this, grounding wouldnโt be the only thing that youโd have to face.
โNahhhh, I mean he is always so serious-โ you turned to look at him as his voice edged closer. โI swear he is always like: โLuke warmโ and โOut of my way NPCโsโ โ. Bachira imitated Rinโs voice and face expression which got a good laugh out of you. Bachira joined somewhere in between after making some more nonsensical gestures.
โIโm glad everythingโs going smoothly for you. Environment wise, I meanโ you voice much calmer, lighter after a good laugh.
Bachira Meguru, you remember the day you first met him. It was nothing special. Just a small boy who liked to play football. Belonging from the neighboring building in your block. You have heard about his mother being a painter and would at times wonder if she could draw you in beautiful clothes with your hero/heroine. But you never heard much about his dad.
Meguru loved playing football cause thatโs all you ever saw him play from far away when you were with your own group. Even during downpours he would play in the fields, the reason why you would occasionally fight with your mother for wanting to play in the rain too, though unfortunately that never happened. Leaving the times you would โForgetโ your umbrella at convenient places, leaving you no choice but to be soaked in the downpour.
You remember the times when youโd wished to talk with him yet the kids around would pass warnings on him being a weirdo. A weirdo who talks with his monster friend. It wasnโt until middle school that you found the courage. The encounter being from when you were returning from school and saw him sitting alone in the playground with soccer ball in his hand as the rain soaks him down. It was the first time you got to talk with him as you left your umbrella in his company, running home with your school bag on top of your head.
It was Yuu, Bhachiraโs mom, who came to return the umbrella. Its not as if you were expecting him to come at your doorstep but you did hope that you could have a chance to talk with him. No matter how many times the kids around would talk crap about him, you could only be fascinated while seeing him play soccer alone. All alone. Yet so resolutely.
It's not like you were expecting him to talk with you, yet you didnโt ignore him the day he interrupted your walk home, from the same playground, to thank you.
โ-There you go againโ came the words before you felt a stinging pain on your forehead. โHEY, didnโt I tell you to stop doing that?!โ you snapped, as you gently rubbed on the sore spot. This asshole flicked your forehead, AGAIN, for the third time in past 30 minutes.
โItโs the best way to bring you back to earthโ he chuckled as you grumbled incoherent words in response. โSeriously, what are you even worried about?โ came his nonsensical voice as you side-eyed him down.
โWhat? Donโt look at me like that-!?โ in reply to which you sighed out. โI have so many reasons to be worried about and half of them are because of you, dumbo.โ You donโt even know why you expected him to care as he laughed out once more.
โAww you missed having me around so much??โ You know he was teasing, but he wasnโt lying. It cannot be denied that now Meguru has become a well-known player of blue lock. Especially after winning the match with official Japan under 20. He had worked so hard for this and finally he had reached his 1st checkpoint. Currently, the only reason both of you were able to meet was because he was on a 2 weeks holiday and almost most of those days he would practice football or chat if you happened to be around. Today was the last day of his break.
Looking down at your walking feet, you canโt help the small smile that had made its way on your face. A small bittersweet smile. It is kind of embarrassing to mention that you actually missed him, when you yourself were the one who practically forced him to not come back until he wins. Well- he technically did win but, you meant somethin- you know what, never mind. Youโre glad that he reached out after returning.
Suddenly you felt you arm being tugged, not too harshly but with enough force to jolt you out of your stance. โletโs go sit there!โ came his cheerful voice as he practically dragged you to the spot.
It wasnโt somewhere particular; but itโs the same shop both you and him would meet, after running into each other, while returning back from school. An old looking general shop that had enough place to rest while the middle was parted, being the space to walk in through the shop doors. The sitting area was covered from above to stop rains or sunlight. And on the left side was a small vending machine with an ice cream freezer beside it. Though the shop was closed for the day, the old man in the shop was very kind to you. Kind enough to let you both rest here to seek refuge within, let it be on tiring days or running from bad weather. ย It wasnโt until last week you learned on your visit that he had passed away the previous month and his grand-daughter had taken over.
โItโs closedโ you whispered loud enough for him to hear. โI know, we wonโt make much noiseโ, it just made you eye him down again. Unfortunately, your legs were begging for some rest as well so you ended up giving in.
After being seated and a few moments of pure, relaxing silence you spoke up again. โ..Did you know the old man had passed away last month,โ dipping your head back and letting your eyes relax by closing them. You didnโt hurry when he remained silent for a good while. You canโt blame him. โI didnโt...โ even his whisper felt small and gloomy. Silence fell over again. Comfortable silence of acceptance.
โHe was the only other person whoโd enjoy your stories about you and your monster palโ you spoke with a soft chuckle, breaking the silence. โHeh, yeaโ you could feel the sorrow in his voice, yet happiness was lingering within them as well. โBut now he is goneโ you shook your head in agreement โboth of themโ..
โWhatโ came from your mouth before could even think about it. This caught you attention just right for that lingering feeling of sleep to fade away from your eye lids. Sitting up, you drew one knee to your chest, resting your cheek on it as you looked at his thoughtful face. After a beat you asked, โwhat you do mean Meguru?โ
โI became better,โ he said with a small smile โI got over himโ and you felt confused.. but you didnโt speak. Simply staring at him to continue. Getting the hint in your silence he spoke, โHe was holding me down so...โ
โYour best friend?โ
โYeah,โ
It did feel strange to hear this. This monster of his imagination had been with him for longer than you. Itโs like even though you want to be happy for him to finally grow, you canโt. understandably so, that monster had been his only friend for long, it would hurt anyone to lose a โbest friendโ even if it wasnโt real. It felt real to him at least, right?
ย Scooting closure to him, you held one of his cold hands. โYou know, Iโd bet one-hundred percent that your bestie is proud of youโ rubbing soft circles with your thumb, speaking soft enough for him to feel even a fraction of relaxation. โYou went ahead and became strong, even won against the Japan U20. I bet itโs so proud of you-โ
โAre you proud of me?โ he interrupted, leaving you in a sudden shock state to which you quickly recovered and shook you head a little too fast, โYes, of course โm proud of you! You have come so farโ throwing a toothy grin to ease him down. He squeezed your hand and smiled at you โThen Iโm happy too.โ
It was something about his gaze that caught you of guard. He looked at you too intently.. almost intense.. as if he is โtruly Lookingโ at you. Something about his gaze felt too ferocious, making it hard to breathe. Suddenly growing self-conscious about your dull, sleepy face and the fact that you both might be just few petty inches apart. You broke the eye contact first and looked down at your joined hands. Removing your hand from his grasp and holding it in your own this time, murmuring back.
โSo you should be,โ you can practically hear how frantically your hearts pounding in your chest. It scared you. What if he could hear it? It is a quiet night after all...
โYea, and Iโm gonna get even better. Better than Isagi and whoever the worldโs best is.โ
You smiled at his determination and held out your pinky โPromise me that youโll get better, doesnโt matter how much, but better enough to get what YOU want.โ This time it was you who looked at him keenly. It might have taken him by surprise as well since he looked at you and then eagerly linked his pinky with yours.
โPromise!โ
The rest of the time passed as usual. Something about Meguruโs vulnerability proved that he had or has started to trust you as well. Not that you ever doubted it before.
Time passed by and drowsiness crept in. It was past 1 in the morning according to the park clock you both walked by. Meguru finally decided that it was time to head back. So, like a gentleman he is (or so he claimed to be), he dropped you off first. You both chatted lots, gossiping at times even. It felt so nice. So nice that it saddens you heโll be already leaving first thing in the morning.
โGoodnight, Iโll try to meet you before you leave. BUT you donโt have to wait for me. I canโt be sure if Iโll show up on time.โ It sucks that he is leaving first thing in the morning.
โDonโt worry about it, Iโll text you when Iโm leaving. Just text me back, โKay?โ to which you nodded happily.
For some reason, it felt as if neither of you wanted to leave even though both of you were exhuasted. So you turned around first.
โBy the way- โ you glanced back at him only to see him raising his pinky. โYouโll wait for me, wait for me to win and return?โ
You fully turned around to look at him, the breeze making his highlighted hair flow softly as the yellow lamp light illuminated his face just right for your heart to skip a beat. Yet you canโt say much. Snapping out, you finally spoke in a hushed chuckle and a raised brow โand where the hell would I be leaving anyhow?โ You didnโt want to second guess his request. You knew how much friendship meant to him. How much it meant to you.
Bachiraโs finger lowered as he seemed almost disappointed but chuckled and replied โ Heh, of course, but just making sure wonโt hurt, yaโ know.โ He then turned around waving bye, but something inside you didnโt feel right. You knew it better than anyone how such trivial feelings could ruin a good friendship but-
โMEGURU!-โ You suddenly called out making him turn around quicker than you anticipated, as if he was already hoping, waiting.
You raised your pinky โWell.. it canโt be that bad to fulfill it, yaโ?โ and the way he quickly linked his pinky with yours almost made you second guess everything, hoping even.
For some reason.. no more like, it was as if you both knew what it was. What it could be. Yet neither of you could utter out a word of it. Both of you being too scared to cross the fragile line youโd built yourselves. It is scarier to think of possibilities where neither of you get what you hoped for in this relationship but at the same time canโt stop thinking about how it could be something.
The urges to pull the other close and make promises for life and beyond. Promises is what you both have been doing for so long. Yet neither of you could find the courage to make a promise, one that isnโt softened by pretty words or hidden behind convenient excuses. Because taking that step means leaving the safety of โmaybeโ and facing the fragile truth of โnow.โ
Neither of you knew how to do that without breaking the quiet comfort of almost.
So you both stay stuck in this spiral of promises hoping that maybe one day the front person would finally confront and step out of this suffocating standstill.
Welcome to the world of โBeing in love with a person who doesnโt exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because youโre obsessedโ โงห*ยฐเฟ
Warnings: bad grammar and slight angst (probs). Just reader being lost in their thoughts.
A/n: Meh, I can't think of a good heading... Anyways, my thoughts have been killing me- SO I decided to let it out. And no this is not self insert /srs.
Additional notes/Tags??: Gender neutral, Written with blue lock characters in mind for the most part (But you can think of anyone else too, if it fits really). Also- no proof read because headache :D
Its been awfully quiet for the past 20 minutes.
It wouldn't have bothered him much, If it wasn't for you.
Seeing you this silent makes him wonder if something happened today with you.
That exhausted look on your face, eyes begging to be shut yet you keep them open while blinking uncannily slow.
"... What's the matter?" he asked in a voice that barely seemed to have registered in your brain.
He proceeded to ask again in the same tone. Perhaps he should be worried with how your eyes were the only thing that moved to look at him yet your body seemingly still remains life-less on the very bed you both are on.
And you simply hum back at him.
He sighed before moving tad bit more closer to you, unsure if you want to be left alone or not.
"Rough day?" He asked in a gentle manner, while still scrolling through his device. Trying to act casual.
You seemed to wonder while he waited patiently.
And he waited, for long, until he can't.
"So?.." and yet again all you do is hum back at him.
Is he concerned? Yes, Does he want to shake you violently until you feel more alive like and answer him? also yes.
After another few moments of silence he finally puts away his device and scoots closer to you. laying in front of you, not daring to hold you just yet, at least not until you want him too.
"..."
For a while you both silently looked at each other.. or at least he did, your eyes still seemed lost.
And it bothers him to a great extent.
"Are you... mad at me?"
Well.., at least this seemed to have gotten your attention.
Letting out a confused hum you scooted a bit more closer to him.
"I asked if you are.. mad at me. Is it because I have been busy lately?" His tone didn't change once from the starting, as if he were talking to a child, slow and mellow.
You slowly, almost barely, shook your head side to side as he gently moved the strands of hair behind your ear.
"Then, what's the matter?" He whispered out as you close your eyes under the touch of his warm hand. The same hand that slides behind your head and gently pulls it closer to him.
And you instinctively wrap your arm around his chest while the other stays between you both.
Silence falls over once again as you hear your own heartbeat within your ears. His hand gently patting your head until it stops.
"I.. Miss you.." your voice was barely audible, eyes still closed, yet he heard you or at least you hope he did.
"Have I been far for too long?" You can feel the smugness present in his voice which brings a small smile on your face.
"way too far" You mumble out, pulling him, wanting him even more close to you then he already was.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." He mumbled back while resting his chin above your head.
"Liar" Voice low, your eyes still closed as you tried to find warmth from his body.
"why would I lie?"
You didn't answer back.
His hand moved from behind your head to cup you face as he brought his face down to your face level.
"Look at me" It didn't sound like a request but rather a lingering tone of confusion.
This made you shake your head, denying his request, squeezing your already shut eyes even more.
"why not?" You didn't answer, just tried to pull him even more closer.
"hmm? Have I gotten ugly? thought you said you loved looking in my eyes" this earned him a light smack on his chest. He mocked out a grunt and a small "ow"
"Its not like that..." You whispered. And Honestly, you wanted too. To look in his pretty eyes, to look at his cute yet handsome face. To feel his warmth. To feel his warm breath on your body. To feel his warm hands hold you. To feel his cold finger tips sooth you. To feel his lip.. on you.
"Then look at me, or, let me look at you"
"I would, but If I do-" You finally opened your eyes to look into his cause you wanted to, to look into his so bad, desperately wanting it to feel real.
and yet,
all you see is your pillow which you're holding on too like your life depends on it..
"I won't.. see you" You mumble out to no one in particular.
The room felt colder than ever, dark with no lights on, only being illuminated with the lights outside. The night sky being dulled due to clouds of pollution with almost no stars in view as you stare out.
For a few minutes you did nothing. Just stared out. Until you finally got up, head aching, eyes begging for sleep, chest heavy with emotions you can't explain.
Heading straight to your window/balcony, you stare out in nothingness, letting the breeze hit you face. Head filled with thoughts.
thoughts about a life you know isn't possible no matter what.
Yet, in the back of your mind, you feel him. Behind you, laying on your bed, sleeping peacefully and it swelled your heart with affection.
So you didn't turn to look at him. Just.. just not yet.
At least for a bit.
So you could feel less lonely.
A/n:
Ehehe-.. So that happened :D
Anyways I hope you found some peace reading this because I sure do feel a bit more peaceful after writing this.
(I have an exam tomorrow and its almost 2 am)
Ahem- so I kinda tried making it make more sense by not adding few details like the reader unable to feel his breath on their face and pure desperation to feel close only to feel his non-existing warmth and what not.
I suck at writing :D
Take care sweet people- good nighty
frankly i feel absolutely no, probably even negative, kinship with childfree people who hate children lol thatโs not why iโm childfreeโฆ iโm actually childfree because i love and respect children enough to know that i am not the kind of person to give them the kind of childhood and parent they rightfully deserve
Summery: What happens when suddenly your supposed friend, who is very unbothered and lazy, calls you over to his house? well lets see shall we? โก
Warnings: Kinda fast Pace and Awkward, bad grammar, and slight fluff in the end.
A/n: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE AESTHETIC :c , Anyways I was bored so I'm trying to write again hehe. Don't expect it to be good (Maybe I should put this as a warning?).
Edit A/n: I AM SO SORRY THAT I FORGOT TO MENTION ABOUT SPOILERS ๐๐พ. THIS HAS MANGA SPOILERS.
Walking felt nice every once in a while. You liked the way your thoughts arranged themselves when your legs did the moving. Streets became quieter. The air wrapped gently around your limbs like an old friend.
Walking felt nice but right now you were a little anxious. Why? well because someone called you over. Someone you didn't expect to call. Not because you were enemies or anything. No dramatic falling-outs, no bitter misunderstandings. The truth was you and Nagi Seishirou had just never been close.
Its just that you both didn't talk much, and the person who was responsible for being the bridge was missing... or more like busy. Busy chasing his ambition.
Turning your phone on again, you did a re-check on the small conversation you had with Nagi. nothing much, just a simple 'hey, are you busy?' and 'come over.' You doubt it was a request.
The thing with you and Nagi was, you both were unknown to each other. Never talked once even though being in the same class, until Reo Mikage introduced him to you one day. You and Reo were really good friends. It is expectable due to Reo's status both in and off school premises.
It all began with you having a small doubt in Math. Now, both of you shared any sorts of knowledge in interest. Of course Reo was always surrounded by others as well, luckily he considered you as a good friend. Which is why he would spare sometime for you.
You had been a great supporter to Reo for his dream of soccer. Though you have also heard many people talk behind his back about how he shouldn't waste his life on something as mere as soccer. You couldn't careless, you were just happy that Reo finally found something of his interest. Which is why you were the first person he told his dream to.
You still remember how Reo Introduced Nagi, even though you already knew him,- chest puffed with pride, arm flung around Nagiโs slouched shoulders, declaring "We're gonna win the World Cup together." Nagi didn't talk much other than a lazy 'Hi', ah yes the lazy genius. You always wondered how this boy scored so much in exams while not paying attention at all. Lucky bastard (friendly).
You were there while they practiced or more like paying a visit during breaks or after school. You had a goal to achieve too so can't just follow them around. Their goal and your goal was different, and you wanted to achive yours- not willing to be the supportive side character who follows around some protagonist's with the hopes of getting recognized by them, never wanting to be the side character to someone else's story.
A long time had passed since you saw either of the boys. Ever since Reo told you that they got accepted in 'Blue Lock'. You had your questions about the organization but didn't waver too much, giving your congrats and a promise to see each other in a better position if they ever meet after years. Gradually the time passed, you were content with your life and few friends to converse with. That was until you met Nagi again, about 2 days ago. You approached him after all the classmates congratulated him or just shamelessly asking for Reo and being unbothered about him. Typical conversation for a loner with a popular person. What shocked you was Nagi's reply to one of the classmate.
You didn't pry further, simply greeting him and congratulated him for his play. For some reason, you knew you shouldn't ask about his football experience.
You were close to his apartment, which was in fact the student dorms of Hakuho Academy. It's not like you've been there before but looking back to when Reo described it being as sparse as a prison cell or his closet... of course who are you kidding it even might be. You also remember distinctly Reo mentioning about Nagi living alone. When you further inquired Nagi on it, he simply said 'Yes' and that his parents having a Laissez-Faire lifestyle so they left him be. You can't say for sure if you were able to hide your discontent with the statement.
The reason you felt so anxious was because you remember vividly about yesterday evening. When you decided to ask soft, more tame questions about his soccer experience and walk home with nagi. You recall, seeing his slouched form on the table through the glass. You remember hearing very faint sniffles and seeing his shoulder tremble. You walked alone that evening.
And now, you're walking straight to his apartment. Damn it, if it was anything you were bad at it was finding comforting words. You don't know how to comfort people other than listening.
"... Fucking hell..."
You never thought standing in front of someone's door would make you question your life choices but here we are. Feeling this weird pit in your stomach for a while you decided to grab some snacks for both of you on your way here. Nothing fancy just 2 drinks and something to munch on... okay, maybe you bought your favorite snacks, but hey in your defense it's not like you knew what type of snacks Nagi like because most of the time he would consider eating as a 'hassle'.
After contemplating for a while, you finally gave in and rung the bell. It was in a matter of minutes that he opened the door, as if he was waiting for you.
"Hey, Nagi" you said casually to mask your anxiousness. Nagi greeted you back, his eyes flickering to the snack bag for a brief second before turning around and letting you in. You pretended to be unaware of his stare. Has he even eaten anything? Nagi urge you to sit down on his bed, after your refusal, while he moved in further.
You looked around the apartment which seemed small for even someone as tall as him. Huh maybe it really might be the size of Reo's Closet. Sitting down on the bed you handed Nagi the snack bag.
"grabbed some on the way here" you tried sounding casual with a small smile. Nagi didn't question and took the bag, making his way to the kitchen for serving them.
"Soo.. what's with the sudden invitation" you hoped your desperation for leaving wasn't noticeable. You didn't know how to talk or what to talk with this guy. You barely knew shit he likes. "oh, yea Reo gave me one of your book for reference saying that I directly hand it to you" Nagi spoke, sounding a little tired though you noticed there was an edge to his voice. Of what though? You can't decipher.
"My.. book? Wait which one?" Reo gave him your book? Since when did this genius need help?
"Yea, literature, I was absent due to cold. Remember?"
"oh, yea.." Hardly, it's saddening how easy it is to not notice him around. Nagi returned with the snacks and placed them on the bed while the drinks on the floor near the bed.
"I thought I'll return it to you today" so he didn't remove it? "I was about to remove it but I fell asleep" of course..
"Take your time I'm not in a hurry as of now" you stated, now feeling a bit more relaxed then when you were standing out. Nagi contemplated.
"Nagi, how about you eat first, and then take your time searching for it" you suggested. He scratched the back of his neck before sighing and sitting down opposite of you, with the snacks in between, and started eating. You didn't stop yourself either.
As you savoured the snack in your hands, out of curiosity, you looked around the appartment. Nothing too much or too little. Just cozy enough for one person. Huh, doesn't seem so bad after all. Actually how the hell he cooks? Does he even know how to cook?
You glanced at him. He was staring out the window. You can't help but notice those red bags under his eyes. Was he crying again? Your throat was itching for asking questions. Shit, you're used to throwing questions at Reo, even when Nagi was around but now you didn't know if it's even ok for you to do so with the topics in your mind. Be tame, you thought, maybe not ask at all, you can't decide. You closed your eyes and chewed in the last bits, your eyes slightly burning behind your eyelids due to staring too much onto the side. Picking up another piece you suddenly blurted out-
"So, how did soccer go?"
Silence. There was a lot of silence.
".. It was ok"
...
"You're gonna continue playing?"
"No"
Okay, that was direct... You thought while munching on the snack.
There was even longer silence than before until you asked.
"You alright?" quite bluntly, and not in a tender manner either. Fuck it, you hate this awkward silence.
".. Yea?"
"why do you sound confused then,"
"Im n-"
"Nagi... Its over, isn't it?.."
Silence once again.
"wha-" "I saw the match online"
Were you rude? probably. Did you care? yes, about Nagi of course. Because now that you fully look at him, he is in shambles. Messy hair, messy cloths and looks like he hadn't eaten until you arrived.
"I know its over" he mumbled, "..Then let it go" You replied audibly.
"I did" he got smaller, "You liar" you accused softly.
"Shut up" and he got even more smaller. "I will, if you tell me" but you held him, held him without touching him.
"There is nothing to tell",
"then what about Reo"
"what about Reo?" now he looked at you and your eyes was all he needed to know. They were strictly observing yet so calmly holding him.
"Abou-" though before you could further question, he slouched down and-
"I miss soccer damn it" which quickly shut you up " I miss having that fun, that excitement" he continued, "Chasing everyone" then mumbling "Playing along side Reo" and then it got more quieter as he talked about the thrill of playing when suddenly slight sniffles were heard in this echoing silence "I.. Can't go back anymore... I have become so damn Miserable.."
You must be a sadist because you've made someone cry whom you never thought would cry. And now you felt even more guilty for thinking that because, of course Nagi could cry, he is a human too. shit. Unable to think of anything you placed your hand on his head.
"You did good" you said while ruffling his hair in a gentle manner, "Be proud that it ever happened" Ew ew, clichรฉ movie line, fuck now you wanted to cry out of embarrassment. You tilted his head up and wipe off his tears with your thumb. Even though he wasn't crying much, there still were stray tears flowing. you swear you felt him put his head weight on your hands.
"I.. can't say much due to my lack of knowledge on what or how you fully feel, but I won't push you Nagi. I'm still here" You emphasized the last words, putting weight on them for him to hear in his clouded mind. "I know I can't do much, but I'm still here." You retreated your hands.
You didn't continue and Nagi stayed silent as well. You were thinking of ways to comfort him, to find the right words.
"Thank you" he suddenly blurted out. You paused, quite literally. He didn't continue. DAMN IT, now you feel even more lost for words. He shouldn't thank you, god, you barely used to notice him.. and yet..
"Do you, want to talk about it?"
"No" oh ok awkward, you thought. When suddenly Nagi moved the empty dishes down on the ground, moving beside you and sat between you and the wall, more near to the window, Looking at you while passing you your own phone after turning on his and starting some game.
"Just stay a while longer... Please"
A/n:
HELPPP DOES THE ENDING LOOKS RUSHED?, But I just wanted it to be slightly more in character. shit did I make it OOC?, ahh I'm about to cry :c
I'm sorry for disappointing.
Since Nagi always fell into the shadows of Reo's popularity, I made reader such too. The reader, like everyone else, saw more Reo and less Nagi and honestly, Nagi also kept his distance with everyone for peace. Which is why I've shown reader struggling to understand Nagi.
Nagi on the other hand is trying to mend things between him and reader. It was something Reo asked him to do before they left for 'Blue Lock'.
also I know I used 'You' a lot but in my defense I didn't want to point it at one gender.
