THINKING ABOUT…..
Nagi Seishiro with an archer!reader. Warning: mentions of death.
Your eyes pained and so did your head. You couldn’t stay awake. But the only comfort you had was the gravestone of your parents’. You remember it all vividly. Their anniversary party, and then when they said they’ll be going on a long drive. The police had arrived at your grandparents’ doorstep, saying they were no more. At the time, you couldn’t focus at all. You had blurred everything out. You were only twelve at the time. And your sister was ten. So what could you do?
Since your grandparents’ were retired and couldn’t take care of their granddaughters, they had decided to place you and your sister in foster care. You were scared but put on a brave face. Wherever you went. It was a nice place though. Thank God, it wasn’t like what you imagined. You and your sister had made new friends there. But three months later, a woman in her mid-fifties, had picked up you and your sister, and she was your guys’ foster parent.
She lived alone, and was a well-off woman, having money, and providing you and your sister everything you guys’ needed. Except for one thing: love. Love and affection. It’s not like she was abusive or toxic in any way. She was a very chill woman. You and your sister were scared to call her “mom”, and when you guys’ did so, you froze. You had blurted it out. Would she shout at you? Would she hit you? Would she drop you guys back at foster care? But no. She didn’t do any of those things. Instead, she muttered under her breath, “It’s fine to call me that, I really don’t mind it.” You guys were setting up the dinner table by then. You and your sister were grateful for everything. After all, she provided a roof under your guys’ heads, food, education, allowance, paid for your archery classes, and your personal needs. In fact, you and your sister didn’t really mind if she was a cold woman. As long as there was everything and everyone, it was fine. Pretty soon, when you had turned seventeen, you and your sister had moved out of her place and rented your guys’ own. You guys had still stayed in touch with her.
With you participating in the Olympics for archery at nineteen, things started to go uphill. There was money, and you had done what you loved, and would keep doing more. There was a better place and a life, for you and your sister.
Now back to the present.
Your late dad’s black coat was doing anything but helping you stay warm. You felt cold, even with the thick, grey turtleneck top you were wearing. You knew you looked terrible, eyes red and all, but the white-haired guy beside you didn’t mind. You knew your eyelids were swollen, your head hurting, and yet, the grey-eyed guy sitting cross-legged beside you, would still help you.
You were slowly falling asleep. Usually, whenever you would visit your parents’ graves, you would leave before you would break down or drown deep in the memories. But this night, you let yourself do so, as you were leaving the country tomorrow morning for your archery competition. So that is why you had decided to visit your parent’s graves for what seemed like the last time. Maybe.
And as you felt your eyelids slowly close, giving yourself up to sleep, Nagi leaned in, taking a look at your tired, but sleeping face. He then stood up, dusting himself off, then sighed, lifting you up bridal style, walking back to your sleek, black car.
It was never a hassle when he was with you. It was never a hassle when he talked to you. It was never a hassle whenever he watched you practice. And even now, it was never a hassle, you in his arms, and him walking back to your car, placing you in the passenger seat, (but not without a soft kiss on your forehead, and cheeks). Then buckling you up, walking to the driver's seat, and then driving you back home, where you belonged. A home where you could stay and live in peace. It’s never a hassle for him.
