Striding off your bed, the cold surface underneath brought in contact with your grounds. This would be your redemption, you would finally be able to stand your ground, and successfully take Nagi Seishiro down!
Deliberately, you reached for your doorknob, sheer millimetres away from twisting it open. Go on, exemplify your pride and true skill, it’s about time.
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… Go ahead, and present your professional skills. What are you waiting for?
… Maybe a little more encouragement was needed, a good buildup is always something to consider!
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Bursting with gratitude for the praise and motivation bestowed upon you, you finally summon the courage to break free from your confinement (after all, it’s been far too long in that dreary room!). A golden opportunity has just arrived, landing right in your lap—seize it with both hands and make the most of it!
There, he reclined effortlessly in the comfortable spot you shared. As always, the familiar tapping sounds filled the air as his fingers deftly navigated across his controller.
“Seiii!” you called out, dragging the ‘i’ in his name to convey the playful indication of your intentions. “Let’s play, specifically—let’s play TEKKEN 8!” the sentence was exclaimed excitedly, a trail of anticipation lingering in your body.
You positioned yourself just behind him, a mere sofa standing between you two. The soft fabric of the couch loomed like a barrier, but it also created an intimate space. The room was filled with a sense of anticipation, your proximity heightening the tension in the air.
He tilted his head back, his neck nudging against the board of the couch. “Mm?” Seishiro muttered, affectionately nuzzling his head back against your stomach—eyes slowly shutting.
Stretching, he threw his arms back—and wrapped them around your waist after. “So sudden… I thought you didn't like playin’ games with me?” yawning, his words were slightly challenging to decipher from how he was lazily mumbling.
“Forget the details, just join me in the fun, babe!” You grinned, exhilaration sparkling in your eyes as you tangled your fingers in his hair, matching his affectionate vibe with contagious energy.
“Okay, come.” patting the side beside him, he signalled for you to take a seat. Seishiro always spoke as minimally as could—actions spoke louder than words for him.
As soon as you settled onto the soft, inviting surface beneath you, Seishiro nestled up against your side, seeking the comfort of your presence. He stretched his legs out in front, resting his head gently on your shoulder, the warmth of his proximity sending a delightful shiver down your spine. With his arms still busy manoeuvring his controller, there was a cosy intimacy at the moment—an unspoken connection that wrapped around you both like a comforting blanket.
Seishiro had a peculiar aversion to showcasing his games on the big screen. To him, it was a ‘hassle’ to fumble with the remote and type away, not to mention how daunting the massive display felt. Instead, he relished the freedom of gaming on the sleek laptop you gifted him—a thoughtful present that provided the perfect portable alternative to his PC. It was convenient and allowed him to immerse himself in his hobbies wherever he pleased.
(But if you were to peel back the layers, you might uncover that it might have less to do with practicality and more to do with the sentimental value of the gift coming straight from you.)
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The game was just about to start—honestly, you could hardly believe he actually had TEKKEN 8. It made you wonder if Meguru’s scepticism had been spot on all along. What surprises awaited you in this match?
Forget that, this was your moment of truth! Will you be able to surpass Seishiro?
You had picked Asuka, and Seishiro had picked Jin.
Asuka Kazama, and Jin Kazama, you just had to hope he didn't know how to play Jin—or even play in general.
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FUCK.
Your hopes and dreams… they had been crushed! Meguru… you’ve failed! How had Seishiro known how to play? You at least hoped to succeed in one of your plans!
Three matches have gone by, each ending in a crushing 0-3 defeat that left you reeling. You found yourself pleading for a rematch after every loss, desperate to break the cycle of humiliation. Those relentless combos—EWGF, Hell Sweep, and more—seemed to come at you like a freight train. You couldn't block or counter anything, the way Seishiro had conducted Jin's lightning-fast moves overwhelmed you at every turn. The excitement of the game was there, but so were the frustrations of being outplayed so decisively!
Overwhelmed by a wave of humiliation, you slammed Seishiro’s laptop shut, the sound cutting through the air like a thunderclap. Frustration bubbling to the surface, you tossed your controller aside, letting it clatter against the carpet.
Seishiro turned to you, gently pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Rematch?” he asked, a playful smile touching his lips, teasing the frustration written all over your face. He then rested his head in your lap, closing his eyes and nuzzling against you, seeking comfort in your presence.
“I don’t want to play anymore,” you exclaimed, your voice laced with petty anger as you turned away from Seishiro. In a hasty motion, you let his head slip from your shoulder, allowing it to fall heavily onto the couch, the cushions sinking under the unexpected weight.
Despite hearing Seishiro call out for you—and mutter a quiet ‘ow’ at your previous action, you still brushed him away and slammed your door in his face—locking it out of pure pettiness.
A buzz rang in your ear, picking up your phone to see the notification—ugh.
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Unlocking the door—emerged Seishiro. Gliding his gaze down to your face, he enveloped you in a hug—pushing you to sit on the mattress beneath you.
He gently rested his head against your neck, his eyes closed in a moment of vulnerability. “… ‘M sorry babe, didn't know you were that bad.” He tried to comfort you, and then he pulled back slightly, kneeling on the floor with his arms still wrapped around your waist. His gaze softened as he looked up at you from your lap, wanting to be there for—no, with you in any way he could.
All happiness and hope faded as soon as the words ‘didn't know you were that bad’ came out of his mouth. An irk mark appeared on your forehead, the hands cupping his face threatening to squeeze it till explosion.
”Well, you didnt have to say it like THAT.” turning your head away, laying an angered expression across your face.
Seishiro let out a quiet chuckle, standing up to lean down and gaze down at you in pure admiration—cupping your face in his hands to direct it upwards.
“Level up, love.” he lovingly muttered, he leant down to pull you in an affectionate kiss—the two of you embraced each other, your arms thrown around his neck to emphasize the moment.
@ KIYUUURA ʲᵃⁿ ⁵ᵗʰ ’ ²⁰²⁵
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BONUS !!!
ALSO the reason why nagi types so fluently is bcs i think of him as someone who would swipe across his keyboard to type instead of manually click ALSO i hope this wasnt too ooc. HEH.
