ft. seishiro nagi .ᐟ | 90 minutes in the field. yet, nagi saves his best for you in the locker room after-hours. ⋆⟢ mdni , 2.0k wc
tags : f!reader, established relationship, “workplace” sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, squirting, eating out, nipple play, licking/biting, spanking, fingering, overstimulation . . . entirely smut i cried writing this
the heavy slam of the locker room doors signaled the final goodbyes of the team, leaving the concrete walls entirely yours. the air was thick and warm, carrying the clean scent of soap, damp tile, and everlasting heat of a high-stakes match. you were supposed to be finishing the final boxes of the post-game inventory, but your progress had stalled the moment you reached the end of the benches.
nagi was waiting for you, looking completely undone and disastrously handsome.
he was slumped back against the lockers, his long legs stretched out across the floor. his jersey long gone, leaving him in his compression boxers and white towel slung loosely over his broad shoulders. his messy white hair still damp, clinging to his forehead, but his dark eyes were wide awake, tracking your steps with possessiveness.
“you’re taking too long,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that echoed in the silent room.
“some of us actually have to work, nagi,” you said, stepping into the narrow space between his knees.
before you could even look down from your clipboard, nagi reached up, his massive, slender hands wrapping firmly around your hips. with a single, effortless tug, he pulled you straight down to his lap. the clipboard clattering uselessly onto the bench beside him as you shifted, your thighs straddling his, your hands instinctively coming up to rest against his bare shoulders.
“work is over,” he whispered, his face dipping into the crook of your neck. he let out a long, hot exhale against your skin that sent a shiver through you. his arms wound tightly around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his. the radiating heat of his skin was intoxicating, completely erasing the crisp chill of the stadium outside.
you let out a soft laugh, burying your fingers into the soft strands of his white hair, gently pulling just enough to force him to look up at you. “the managers are going to lock us in, you know”
“good. then i don’t have to move,” he countered smoothly, a slow, teasing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. up close, his pupils were completely blown out, his gaze dripping down to your lips before looking back onto your eyes with an intense, unblinking need. “you played incredibly well today, by the way. i think you deserve a reward.”
“i didn’t play today, nagi. you did,” you reminded him, your thumb lightly tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the prickle of his skin.
“i only played well because you were watching,” his hands sliding down from your waist to grip the back of your thighs, lifting you just a fraction closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between your bodies. the lazy, indifferent athlete from the field was completely gone, replaced by the consuming gravity he reserved only for you behind closed doors. he leaned up, his lips brushing softly against yours, teasing the seam of your lips without kissing you yet. “so,” nagi whispered against your lips, his grip tightening possessively against your thighs. “are you going to keep making me beg for my kiss, or are you gonna finish your paperwork later?”
you didn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. instead, you titled your head, gapped the space between your faces, and pressed your lips firmly against his. a soft, satisfied hum rumbled deep in nagi’s throat as he met you halfway. his hands gliding to the small of your back, pressing into your spine to arch you in so close that you could feel the rapid pounding of his pulse against your own chest.
when you finally parted for air, your forehead rested against his, both of your breaths coming a little shorter in the warm air of the locker room. “paperwork later,” you whispered, a breathless smile appearing as your fingers idly tangled in his strands.
“good,” nagi breathed, his eyelids drooping half-shut as that familiar grin returned to his face. he leaned back against the lockers taking you with him without ever loosening his grip on you. he looked completely smug; content to keep you trapped in his lap for the rest of the night. “because i’m definitely too tired to let you go now.”
nagi’s lips finds yours again, feverish as ever. his kisses slowly trailing down your jaw, which turns into bites and sucks as he reaches your neck. his tongue moving skillfully between your cranked head, revealing purple hues that’ll have you wearing turtlenecks. he unnatatches from your neck to look up at you with those hazy eyes, slowly lifting your shirt, and bunching it up for you to bite on. his hands come up to carry the weight of your tits, thumbs pressing and circling your nipples until they peak. he leans in, using the same skillful tongue to tug and surround your nipples with warmth. his teeth teasingly scraping against it, which has you whining into the fabric.
he lets go with a “pop!” grabbing your hips and settling you on the bench back-first. his hands digging in the fat of your exposed thighs, spreading them slowly as if he’s preparing himself for a meal. your miniskirt not providing any coverage, as the wet-patch seeping through your cotton panties has him salivating, “and i thought i was the impatient one.”
he hooks his finger under, and pushes your underwear to the side. his pupils dilate to love hearts as your slick—from all his teasing—webs between your folds, which he spreads with two fingers like he has all the time in the world. your body betraying you, instinctively moving into his palm chasing more friction, shirt falling at the attempt, needy whines escaping. when the tips of his fingers graze your clit, your moans become enticingly so, that he can’t help but want more.
nagi buries his face between your trembling thighs, already overstimulated. he takes in the glistening folds, the soft plush, and the familiar scent of desire. “god, i’ll never get tired of this” he practically moans as he delves into your cunt likes he’s been deprived. he uses his hands to hold your thighs threatening to crush him open, and uses yours to—”spread yourself open for me, baby” your fingers following command as you part your folds, blush blooming onto your cheeks at the promiscuity. his satisfied hum radiating into you as he licks long, broad stripes and tight circles against your clit. lips latching onto your swollen nub, cheeks hollowing, tongue unrelenting.
your thighs shaking at his tongue prodding every corner, your fingers slipping as you get hypnotized in the waves of pleasure. nagi can’t have that. he twists his arm to land a harsh spank! to your ass along with a shocked yelp from you, his already weariness depleting his patience, “keep them spread. don’t close up on me” he orders with his mouth full. he deliberately moves in and out of your hole, feeling the way you clench around him at every entrance. his cock leaking pre-cum at the delicious feeling, darkening his briefs.
his tongue still unreleasing from your pussy—as if he’s addicted—he pushes down his boxers letting his already erect cock spring up against his abdomen, abs clenching at the contact. in tandem, your excruciating shriek comes with the heavy gush of white and clear soaking nagi’s face. “o-oh my god, a-ah!”
he releases from you with a gasp for air, which only he denied himself, “my good girl” he coos as he lines up his cock with your folds. he pumps his dick a few times before tapping it onto your clit, tip nudging the bud so perfectly. one hand interlocks with yours while he pushes in patiently. his low, musky groan through his teeth echoing through the room, sending signals straight to your pussy. both hands intertwine with yours now, fully and deeply connected.
“f-fuck. been thinking about this since i saw you cheering for me. pretty little thing bouncing, screaming my name. you’re so perfect” he confesses.
all you can fathom is how his girthy length is splitting you open, reaching points of ecstasy that has your eyes rolling to your skull. giving you no time to adjust from your last orgasm, nagi’s hips snap rhythmically at your contorted face, wanting—no, needing, to get those alluring sounds out of you. even in the midst of it all, he’s powerless to admiring your beauty. his fingers interlacing your hair, moving strands out of your face, “just stay by my side so i can look at you forever.”
his endearing avowal snaps you out of your trance slightly, hands wrapping around his neck to appreciate his show of affection. “i love you nagi–” his knee rising onto the bench to pound flawlessly into the spongey, warm spot at the edge of your walls, having you choke on your words. your eyes widening, body jerking at the sudden hit when you’re sensitive as ever. nagi continuously crashes into that sweet spot until the whites of your eyes overtake, tongue lolling out as drool helplessly drips. “fuck! n-ngh, i can’t t-take it!” as cock-drunk as you are, nagi’s not so behind. his response comes out in more rapid, intense thrusts drumming you to another orgasm.
nagi feels every spasm around him as you white-out. he groans loudly at the saccharine flutter which turns into a deadly grip on his dick, having to slow his pace to restrain filling you up. he lets you ride out your orgasm, letting you breathe at every quiver. you’ve gone completely limp in his hold, no strength left in your whimpers. he holds you to him like you’re the most delicate being to exist, to him you are. the way your sweat glistens your skin and tears glitter in your lashes, every sparkle has nagi’s balls emptying themselves sore straight into you. his head dropping down, hips spasming as if he didn’t deserve such bliss. “you feel that? you feel me in you?” he groans.
“mm, you feel so warm” your words finally render. nagi pulls out slowly and watches his thick load gape your hole and spurt out little by little. you weakly smile at the face of accomplishment he has on, basking in the amazing ending of your rendezvous. until, nagi’s expression changes scarily, hands latching onto your thighs once again. don’t tell me. . . “you thought i was done?” he cockily smirks as your eyebrows furrow into worry. “relax, i’m just cleaning you up,” his well-known void promises have you checking for emergency exits.
nagi takes his middle and ring finger and pushes back into your pussy, forcing his way through all the juices settled there. “n-nghh, p-please” you plead for a second as every vein is on fire right now, you just might melt if he starts again. his canines pop out at your reaction, how cute, he thinks. his narrow fingers delve into you so excruciatingly slow, memorizing every ridge sprayed with his cum. pumping in and out at a steady pace, he takes his pointer finger and adds a third. your back immediately arching at the intrusion. you try to lessen the stimulation by backing away, but nagi presses a palm flat onto your lower stomach, right above your pelvis that makes every finger feel ten times deeper. your pathetic sobs as every emotion overfills has nagi pistoning his fingers faster and louder. he knows every part of you, every motion and curve of his hands has you squirming, his fingers knuckle deep.
it feels like you’ve ascended as your third back-to-back orgasm nears. your hands flailing, head shaking, thighs closing as your body can’t recognize this overwhelming pleasure. “im cumming! p-please, a-ahh!” is all you can get out at the unfamiliar looming sensation. you cum around his fingers, gushing wetter and harder. clear squirt coming out wildly, soaking everything in front and beneath you: your thighs, nagi’s chest and fingers, the bench. it feels like you’ve just ran a marathon, slumping on the drenched metal. nagi holds you as all your muscles have grown taunt.
he trails quick kisses from your temples to your lips, “i love you more,” he finally responds.
dividers by @cursed-carmine
i want to apologize for the lack of dialogue i think i went into a smut writing trance i promise my next one will have more
NAGI still struggles to wrap his head around the concept of living; so much so, that he still wonders why we think its necessary to feed ourselves. Maybe not in the way that food keeps us alive — but when the sapid taste of cherry still lingers, sincerely from your lips to his? What else could he possibly be hungry for? Esuriently chasing the taste of that cherry lip oil, sitting on your lips so seductively — so delicately, like something sweet he was never meant to have, but keeps starving for anyway.
“It’s gone… put more.” He suddenly pulls away from your face with eagerness — eyes locked on yours like they held the answer to something he couldn’t name. “Huh?” you raised a brow, confused by the sudden loss of contact. “More what?” you answered; one hand still holding his jaw while your thumb hovered tenderly over his cheek and the other placed neatly on his shoulder. The tension lingers. A frisson trailing down your spine every time your gaze flickered from one of his eyes to the other. “The red thing.” His voice was low and almost breathless; like he’s asking for more than just lip oil. Like he’s asking for another taste of living. “The stuff. You know, the cherry…”
You can’t help but laugh, finding it almost endearing how lost he looks. “You’re not meant to eat it you know.” you tease — amused. “If you keep licking it off you’ll probably get sick.” He barely registers your words, already leaning in closer. Desperation clear as day, and not a single thought behind those eyes. “Don’t care. Want more.” He pauses, his voice barely above a whisper. “It tastes… good.” You giggle and shaking your head, how could you not to find him too cute. He’s completely fixated on the lip oil now. “You’re addicted huh?” You can’t help but laugh a little. “I’m not addicted…” He says, tone seriously. As if he was trying to convince himself more than you. He leans forward — mouth slightly agape. Giving you the cutest most impatient stare.
You roll your eyes but the soft smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “Only once though okay? Dior lip oil is too expensive to be licking off every second. Even if it’s you.” He tilts his head, as if to process what you’ve said. “Dior…? Mmm. Worth it.” You can’t help but laugh again, while reaching out for the little bottle on your bed side table. “see look” you say, unscrewing the cap, the scent of cherry filling the air as you dab a little more on your lips.
He watches with rapt attention, and then without missing a beat, he leans in the moment you finish. He presses his lips to yours — slow and deliberate, as if he’s savoring every single second of it. The kiss is languid, but it carries that same sense of urgency from before, like he’s trying to capture the last bit of the sweetness before it’s gone. His mouth moves against yours with almost a reverence. Like he’s trying to hold onto the taste for as long as he can.
And when you finally pull back, he stays close. His lips barely apart and his eyes were still closed in that blissed out way. “Mmm… better than food” he murmurs.“An I gonna have to put lip oil in your food now?” You tease. His eyes flicker open, still half-lidded and a dazed expression. “Maybe.” He shrugs lazily — as if it’s the most reasonable suggestion in the world. “Wouldn’t mind.” You shake your head, laughing at how ridiculous he is. And he looks at you with that same almost lazy affection. His gaze says everything; he could live on this moment forever if you let him.
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summary: you’re convinced nagi doesn’t ever feel any kind of strong emotions. turns out, he does.
warnings: nagi’s mad lol, bad no no language and swearing
A/N: guys do u know that one scene where nagi’s 100% ready to fight barou bc he’s fucking pissed about barou shit talking reo… yeah im a firm believer he does the same shit when jealous lol
nagi, who you're not even sure if he likes you because he’s so unexpressive all the time.
nagi, who’s convinced that he wouldn’t really have fun in a relationship, decides it’s not a pain having you kiss him or talk to him all day, so he shrugs his shoulders and agrees to date you.
nagi, who finds himself staring down the guy approaching you as you’re trying to order something from the café’s menu, unable to pin down the strange feelings bubbling in his chest.
nagi, who isn’t paying attention to his game anymore, eyes the guy like a hawk as they try to talk to you. when there’s a slight shift of expression in your face, one that paints the slightest bit of discomfort, nagi’s immediately out of his seat.
nagi, who finds the guy moving closer and closer to you, roughly pulls him away.
jealous nagi, who’s now staring at the angry guy with a new look. only you can notice how nagi’s usual half lidded eyes are now black with annoyance and frustration.
jealous nagi, who’s usually slouching, stands up straight and finally lives up to his 6’2” title.
jealous nagi, who only cocks his head at the other guy raising his voice, and despite everything you know about him, you’re convinced nagi’s trying to pick a fight on purpose.
“the fuck is your problem? you dating her or something?”
nagi hates conflict, he really does. or at least, that’s what he was telling himself moments before he was out of his seat. and when he’s standing there awkwardly, unsure of what to do next, he’s still telling himself he hates fighting.
“you can’t talk or something?” the man mocks.
nagi only clenches his fist when he hears a slur slip past the man’s lips as an insult to him, a form of restraint.
“yeah we’re dating. leave her ‘lone.”
“freaks,” the man spits and turns to leave.
nagi really, really, hates fighting. but he hates you being insulted more by a ten fold.
it’s uncharacteristically vicious how nagi yanks the man back by the collar of his neck, even more so when he then pulls the stranger close to his face.
“what the fuck is your problem!”
the man thrashes, and his fingers are tight around nagi’s wrist in an attempt to pull him off. still, his grip remains steady, an ode to his athleticism.
“you’re pissing me off,” nagi states simply, though his wide, blank eyes say otherwise.
“motherfucker.. you wanna get your ass kicked?”
nagi drops him, and the man falls back like a ragdoll.
“ah?”
jealous nagi, whose eye twitches, moves to drag the stumbling man outside, quickly to be stopped by you. you profusely apologize while nagi just scoffs, muttering a silent “deserved it” before putting his hands in his pockets.
jealous nagi, who’s still pissed while watching the man scurry away, goes to hold your hand instead. when he’s met with your pretty face, his demeanor goes back to his normal, quiet self.
“did you order yet?”
you can’t help but laugh at his switch up, but you shake your head.
“no, i wanted to pick something you’d like ‘cause you always take my food.”
he hums and wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head.
“choose whatever, i don’t care.”
“you’re back to your usual, idle self, huh?”
“hm? what d’you mean?”
“i’ve never seen you so worked up over anything. didn’t even know you could feel emotions,” you’re teasing, but there’s a truth to it.
“‘ts not true.”
when it comes to you, he finds himself feeling new emotions all the time. but he doesn’t tell you that, of course.
Hey hon! Your work is so so cute >.< May I pretty please suggest Nagi x Fem reader with age gap?!?! Nagi being the older one :> Thank you lovely!! 🩵🩵
soooo sorry for the late post nonnie, i was drowning with finals </3
you shouldn’t be here.
that’s what you keep telling yourself as nagi’s large hands slide up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher, his touch burning through the thin fabric of your tights. he’s older—too old for you, maybe—but the way he looks at you makes your stomach twist in the best way. like he’s been starving, and you’re the only thing that can satisfy him.
“you’re thinkin’ too much,” he murmurs, voice rough, lips brushing the shell of your ear. his breath is warm, sending shivers down your spine. “just feel it.”
and you do.
his fingers hook into the waistband of your tights, dragging them down just enough to expose your bare skin. you gasp when his palm presses against your clothed core, the pressure delicious, teasing.
“already wet for me?” he hums, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “knew you would be.”
you whine, hips lifting into his touch, but he pulls back just enough to make you ache. his other hand grips your chin, forcing you to meet his dark, heavy-lidded gaze.
“say it,” he demands, thumb brushing your lower lip. “tell me how bad you want it.”
“nagi—”
“say it.”
“i want you,” you breathe, cheeks burning. “please.”
he doesn’t make you beg for long.
in one smooth motion, he flips you onto your back, pressing you into the mattress. his body is heavy, warm, pinning you down as his mouth finds yours. the kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue, his hunger undeniable. you moan into it, fingers tangling in his hair as he grinds against you, the friction making your toes curl.
“fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls, pulling back just to yank your tights the rest of the way off. his hands are everywhere—your hips, your waist, your thighs—spreading you open for him. “gonna ruin you.”
you barely have time to process his words before his mouth is on you, tongue licking a slow, torturous stripe over your clothed core. you cry out, back arching, but he pins your hips down with one strong hand.
“stay still,” he orders, voice muffled against you. “let me take care of you.”
and you do.
he licks into you like he’s memorizing your taste, his free hand slipping under your top to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. pleasure coils tight in your stomach, your thighs trembling around his head.
“nagi—i’m gonna—”
“come,” he interrupts, lifting his head just enough to smirk at you. “do it.”
the command alone is enough to push you over. you shatter with a broken cry, his name spilling from your lips as he works you through it, his tongue relentless.
when you finally go limp, boneless and breathless, he pulls back, licking his lips like he’s savoring you.
“good girl,” he murmurs, crawling up your body to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “but we’re not done yet.”
Warnings: Breast feeding, Jealousy, Probably ooc!Nagi
Word Count: 1.5K
A/n: Idk I just thought this would fit him lol. Might remind you of boss baby.
There are moments in life which can never be forgotten. Long awaited moments that leave a sweet velvety taste in your mouth and get engraved on your memory,
Moments like this.
Nagi is in hospital, standing next to the delivery room with his infant in his arms. He's wearing the most genuine smile he could ever wear, staring at his baby boy's angelic face. The baby has the tiniest hands ever that would get lost in his if he were to hold them, and the cutest chubby feet ever. He could just eat them right away.
"Wow Nagi, he looks just like you!" Reo says, smiling at the sight while snapping a picture. "You two are like two peas in the pod, except that his hair isn't long enough to be as messy as yours"
"I know. I did hope he'd take after y/n, but he's still cute"
Your husband looks so grown up like this with a baby in his hands. That's what makes Reo to snap another picture, this time in full frame of both Nagi and the baby. His smile is as soft as when he watched him saying his vow to you, and he can't help but to feel happy for his best friend.
"I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee and call Isagi and others. They've been waiting for the news"
"Ok"
Nagi's gaze doesn't leave the baby's face to follow Reo's footsteps walking away. He persistently stares at the baby's closed eyelids, wondering if they're hazel colored like his, or have the color of your eyes. Maybe it's a mixture of both, he thinks, if it's possible. He doesn't have to wait for long to find out though, because suddenly, the baby's eyelids start shuddering and in less than a second, they're wide open, displaying the warm chocolate brown color of his eye balls.
Every inch of his figure resembles his father. Even the look in his eyes is curious, just like Nagi's is right now.
"Welcome home, little thing. We're gonna have so much fun together, me and you"
…
"I don't think that's gonna happen"
Nagi doesn't know whether he should believe his ears, or his eyes. A talking baby? That's a miracle! Babies don't start talking until they're two years old, but this one in his arms was definitely the one talking a little while before, since his intense stare is piercing through Nagi's heart.
I must have very strong genes.
"What do you mean, that's not gonna happen?"
"Oh sorry, I guess I wasn't being clear on the matter" The baby speaks in a semi-grown up voice. "I meant that, you won't be having much fun from now on"
"How come?"
The baby's innocent expression is all gone. Now there's a straight yet devilish look on his face which Nagi doesn't find charming. "I thought you would already figure out that much, but I guess I was wrong. Heh...what a pain"
"Stop giving me that shit and tell me already"
"You don't care much for sharing; do you, my dear father?"
Oh.
Nagi doesn't like where this is going. He feels an unwelcoming sense of threat in his heart.
"So what? Are you saying you're gonna steal y/n from me?"
"No..."
The grin on the baby's face isn't casual. All of a sudden, Nagi doesn't find a single thing resembling him. The baby looks more like... Light Yagami from death note, the blond version.
"...I'm saying that I already have"
This can't be happening.
"Tough luck. You'll never be able to split us off. Y/n's love for me is boundless. I'm her one and only"
"You were her one and only" His gums are visible through his demonic smirk. "Now that I'm here, you won't get a quarter of the attention you used to receive. From now on, I'll be the one who sleeps in her arms at— well all the time. She'll always be near me, looking after me since I'm just a fragile little thing. The time she used to spend alone with you is gonna be limited to less than ten minutes, and your share of affection will also be mine. Even if you two do get the time to be alone with each other, she'll be too exhausted to even look at your face. She wouldn't miss it, since she gets to be with me all the time"
The world comes crashing down on the white haired man. Through his storming mind, he can see himself curled up under the strangely ice cold blanket while staring at you frustratingly, asking you to get in the bed with him already. But standing on the other side of the room, it feels like you're a thousand miles away, voice barely making its way to his hear yet so destructively striking him, saying you have to put the baby to sleep first. Even after doing that, you're so tired that you pass out on the bed before Nagi can even lay a finger on you.
"Not only that, I'm gonna take away all the other things you enjoy as well"
Another illusion appears before his eyes, only this time he's sitting on the couch, and you're standing in front of him, wearing a somewhat annoyed expression.
"I'm sorry Sei, but we can't afford to buy more video games anymore. We have to start saving up for Light's college"
No.... that can't be real. He can't give up on his video games for a serial killer's his child's future. That's absurd. You're not expecting him to do that, are you? You know how video games are important to him.
"Just you wait my stupid father, I will take everything you cherish in your life, and it starts from this very moment, with your most loved one"
His most... loved one?
Just as he's about to ask the little demon about his intention, the door to the room opens and a nurse comes out. "Alright! It's the baby's lunch time"
No. Not that.
"His lunch time? You mean, y/n's gonna feed her...?"
Nagi's voice is shivery, like he didn't know about how the babies drink milk. The nurse is a little taken aback by that, but still keeps her smile on.
"Yes sir, he needs to be fed right now, so if I may..." She reaches out to take the baby from his embrace, but fails when Nagi steps back.
"You... can't do that. I mean, this baby looks like he should drink formula milk instead of breast milk. It'll be better for him"
"The hell are you talking about, Nagi? Let the nurse take him to y/n" Reo suddenly appears next to him, giving him a questioning look.
"No— You don't understand— I—"
"What's up with you man? Here, ma'am; take the little thing to his mommy"
Nagi feels all the misery existing in the world raining on him as he watches the nurse take the infant to you. Reo looks away when you pull up your hospital gown to reveal the enchanting sight of your breast that are bigger than usual and are full of milk, all ready to be devoured in the baby devil's throat. This is it. The beginning of his torment, the sight of his most comforting treasure being possessed by another person, shattering his heart into a zillion pieces.
"No..."
The baby squeezes your right nipple with his hand, letting out a small whine.
"Stop it... No..."
You softly caress his cheek and baby talk him to enjoy his meal.
Why can't all of you people see his devilish smirk?
"No..."
The baby looks at him from the corner of his eyes. He's taking his most special thing, his stress balls, his warm pillows he snuggles his face into at nights, his soft squishies he plays with whenever he's bored, his delicious jello balls he sucks on to help him go to sleep...
"No... No... No..."
You hold your left boob and snuggle him closer to help him drink, and he helps himself out, by brutally taking it into his mouth.
It happens.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Then Nagi wakes up from his sleep.
Through his blurry vision, he recognizes his room in the middle of the night, and of course, your kind hand on his shoulder.
"Sei? Are you ok sweetheart?"
Nagi keeps panting. He hurriedly looks around the room to see any sign of the baby, but thankfully, he finds nothing. He can't ignore the cute bump of your belly under your oversized T-shirt though.
NOT YETㅤ boyfriend! nagi seishiro x gn! reader — angst [ 0.6k+ wc ] cws none ! MDNI
ㅤlife never waits for you to be ready for things to happen, and nagi had never hated that fact as much as he did right now.
life has a dislike for waiting for you to be ready before throwing everything you dread the most at you.
for some people, maybe that involves some sort of issue involving their family, the fall of a friendship, or maybe even being dismissed from their job — for nagi, however, it involved you, and your impending break up.
your relationship had been rocky for a while. he was constantly away, and although at first you were able to make it work, over time it became your relationship's achilles heel, something that stopped you from moving further but also wasn't enough for a break up to feel viable, there always being hope in the knowledge that, eventually, things would go back to normal and he would be around more, that this distance was temporary. you tried to get used to it, to adapt, and nagi knew that and made sure that you were aware of just how grateful he was for your understanding — but then your behavior changed, you started getting snappy at the mention of another trip, sighing annoyed whenever he apologized for having to stay out late again because of his job. it was all unfair to you, and nagi knew it, but he held out hope, hope that you wouldn't leave him over it, that you could still, somehow, work it out, that you still saw a future with him…
but you didn’t, and although nagi wasn't ready to come to terms with it just yet, he knew that wouldn't change your mind.
the second you stepped foot inside your home, he knew something was off. he had arrived before you, which usually meant you would run to hug him, to kiss him, to ask him how his day had been — but not today, all he got being a tired "hi", followed by a quick kiss on the cheek, before you walked into your bedroom, barely acknowledging his presence. maybe you had a rough day, he tried to convince himself, but nagi knew that wasn't it.
he followed you, finding you sitting on the edge of your side of the bed, back turned to him as he stood by the door, scared to come in, to make his presence known.
"we need to talk" you eventually sighed, and nagi immediately felt his already heavy heart squeeze itself even tighter, eyes immediately burning at the realization of what was about to happen.
"please don't do this" he mumbled, voice low, sad, very clearly broken, holding back the sob that wanted to come out.
you sniffled, that being the moment he realized that you were already crying, and said a soft "we need to break up" and your voice was so mellow and just as broken as his and it was only then that nagi realized that you had been dreading this just as much as him, that it pained you just as much, and that it came from a place of utter desperation from knowing you couldn't handle it anymore, and not because you were any more ready for it than he was.
nagi didn't reply, simply walking and sitting by your side, afraid to touch you, but you reached out first, leaning towards him and laying your head on his shoulder, trying to hold back sobs while attempting to find it in yourself to apologize or to explain your decision to him — but you knew he understood you, that he wasn't dumb and that he had noticed the signs, so you stayed silent, preferring to enjoy one last moment with him in peace before everything else came crumbling down.
pairing: spiderman!nagi seishiro & dark!nagi x fem!reader
genre: fluff, angst, darkness-inside-of-you-manifested kinda thing, some action ig
wc: 5,800+
a/n: hello! this piece is a collaboration between me and @vviridescent we found this beautiful nagi fanart which sparked our inspiration to write this fic. it also has some influences from Sam Raimi & Tobey Maguire's Spiderman 3. hope you enjoy!🙂
Lately, there’s been a relentless buzz about your neighbourhood’s superhero– Spiderman– as he calls himself. He dons a mask and a red-and-blue tight suit with black webbings all over, and he maneuvers through the city using his web that comes out of his wrists.
He’s the talk of the town because not only does he look cool, he perfectly saves everyone who needs his help. Children, women, men, the elderly. You name it, he saves them from accidents, criminals, and all kinds of dangers lurking in the city.
But no one knows who the person is behind the mask. There have been endless speculations and theories on social media, TV, and newspapers. But no one seems to arrive at a conclusion without any solid evidence. No one knows the boy behind the Spiderman persona. No one except you.
Spiderman is none other than Nagi Seishiro– your classmate, your childhood best friend and most importantly, your boyfriend. His alter ego is a secret shared between just the two of you.
It all started when Nagi suddenly knocked rapidly at your window one night. You instantly jolted from where you sat on your bed, heart racing as a sense of urgency and panic in Nagi’s knock seeped through the glass.
“What happened?” You asked, right after pulling up the window. A look of concern etched across your face. The worry in your eyes seemed to mirror his uneasiness.
Nagi was sweating profusely and replied in a weak voice, “I got bit by a weird-looking spider.” He held onto the window sill with trembling hands.
“Let’s go to the hospital.” You insisted as you gently held his hands, examining him and the bite on his hand. If a spider bite was making him this sick, you were worried that it might escalate and get worse if there was no medical attention provided to him.
Nagi shook his head. “No… I just need to rest. I feel cold. It’s just a fever.”
“Nagi-” You started to protest but were cut off by him.
“Please. I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
Not in the mood to argue with him considering the state he was in, you reluctantly obliged and let him rest on your bed, nursing him throughout the night to the best of your ability.
The next morning, Nagi felt perfectly fine. Too perfect, actually.
When he had awoken from his slumber, his gaze fell upon you, sleeping soundly next to him. Not wanting to disturb your rest, he slowly got out of bed and examined himself in the mirror because he was feeling a bit too well-rested for someone who just had a fever the prior night.
He already had a good-looking and fit body, as expected from an athlete. But he was stunned to see that his torso and arms were even more chiseled than before. He was feeling perfectly healthy. His brows furrowed in confusion, trying to make sense of the change.
You woke up with a jolt when you felt that his presence was not beside you, but he excitedly called your name before you could even fully sit up from your bed.
“Y/N! Look!”
You turned your head to him and saw him without a shirt, flexing his muscles.Your concerns instantly turned into confusion.
“Nagi? What the hell? Why are you shirtless?” You stood up and grabbed a shirt– his shirt that he had left behind previously– from the closet nearby. “You’re gonna feel cold! Here, wear thi-”
“Look! I got buffer, for some reason.” Nagi exclaimed.
You narrowed your eyes and took a good look at your boyfriend this time and after a few seconds, you finally saw what he was talking about. It wasn’t a drastic change, but it was subtle enough to notice upon closer scrutiny.
“Huh? Wow…” was all you could say in surprise.
Throughout the next few weeks, Nagi discovered more changes happening to him and confided in you every single one of them. It was surreal–and yet exciting–when you suddenly found yourself watching him practice his spider skills a month after that night. Using his web to move from one place to another, crawling on walls that gradually got higher and higher, effortlessly punching things that flew meters away. You thought superheroes only existed in comic books and mangas, but here you are watching a fledgling one, and it’s none other than your very own boyfriend.
Once he felt well-practiced and proficient enough in his new otherworldly skills, he admitted to you that he wanted to use his powers for a noble cause– to make your surroundings a better and safer place.
“I hear you, and that would be amazing. But I can’t help but worry, Nagi. I think it’s going to be dangerous.” You folded your arms and frowned slightly, your voice laced with concern.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. I can handle it. I can handle everything: school, soccer, being Spiderman.” He reassured you with a smile. You can see the determination in his eyes, and you knew it would be fruitless to try to persuade him out of it. A part of you was also proud that your boyfriend wanted to make a positive impact using his powers.
“Spiderman?” You chuckled, amused at the name. “Is that your superhero name?”
“Yeah. Why?” He replied in a deadpan tone.
You chuckled. “Nothing. It’s cute.”
You take a few minutes to ponder on your next response.
“Okay. I trust you. But on one condition.” You stop walking to turn to him, bringing a more serious atmosphere between the two of you.
“You have to stop, or at least take a break, from this vigilante work once I see that it’s dangerous and you’re struggling to juggle everything. Okay? Promise me, Nagi.”
Instead of replying, he hugged you right after you finished. “Thank you, Y/N. I promise.”
You ruffle his hair after he lets go of the hug.
“Good boy. Now let’s go have your favorite lemon tea and some takoyaki.” You smiled at him
“I love you.” Nagi whispered, hugging you sideways as the two of you continued to walk. Somehow, you felt that it would be alright.
It’s been almost a year since Nagi began his part-time career as your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. You are relieved because so far, everything has been smooth.
Nagi has not sustained any major injuries and has been able to balance school, soccer, and being Spiderman perfectly, as he said he would. And of course, his identity is still kept under the covers.
But everything was about to change when a tiny piece of meteorite containing a symbiote fell down on a spot where you and Nagi were spending time together that fateful night. Neither of you noticed it because of its small size. Unbeknownst to either of you, it sneakily latched itself onto Nagi’s bike when the two of you left the place.
Over the next few weeks, you started to observe some disappointing changes in Nagi’s personality and behaviour. He had become increasingly rude to not only you but also to others, including the teachers and his coach.
He despised studying and absolutely refused to do it when you invited him to your regular study sessions. On the soccer field, he started hogging the ball and fighting with his teammates. When reprimanded by the coach for his behaviour, he stormed out of soccer practice before it ended and eventually stopped attending it, which made Reo angry and disappointed.
He still donned the Spiderman suit to save people, but conflicting emotions swirled within you. You can’t deny that his once noble pursuit has become a toxic habit as he had begun using his superhero duty as an escape from his actual responsibilities: your relationship, his studies, people who cared for him and soccer.
Whenever you or Reo tried to reach out and talk to him about what’s going on, he would dismiss both of your concerns, walking out and going wherever he wants, stating that he has “something more important to do.” Reo has no clue what it means, but you do.
You found it extremely frustrating to not be able to get a hold of Nagi. For the first time, you felt him drifting away from you, and you couldn’t reach him. It hurts to see him slip away and be unable to bridge this growing gap between you and Nagi.
One fateful night, Nagi struggled to get home as he was feeling heavily delirious. Thinking it was just fatigue and fever, he decided to sleep it off, hoping that a good night's rest would make him feel refreshed. In his dream, he saw blurry visions of a glossy black substance that resembles a slime oozing out of his skin, and forming another… Nagi. A clear doppelganger of himself. Though, this counterpart has a sinister aura, bore a devious look on his face, has black hair, and instead of the usual Spiderman suit, this Nagi was clad in black. It didn’t seem like the friendly neighborhood Spiderman Nagi was. The counterpart then vanished in whips of smoke and the dream ended there.
Nagi woke up with a severe crushing migraine and body aches throughout his whole body. Even the simple act of just sitting up on his bed was a labour. He wasn’t sure what time of the day it was, or what even day it was. Fortunately, you walked into his room just in the nick of time. Your presence brought him a glimmer of relief.
“Baby?” He murmurs in a groggy and tired voice.
You quickly took a seat at the edge of the bed. “Nagi… you’re finally awake.” You replied, feeling a mix of relief and concern.
“Finally?” He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion
“You’ve been asleep for three days. Your fever won’t go down until just a few hours ago.” You explained.
“Oh… three days? Wow.” He says, trying to comprehend how fast time had flown and what exactly happened.
“Yes, three days…” You sniffle, startling Nagi and making him look at you right away.“And for the first day of those three days, you weren’t answering my calls and texts. I reached out to you like a hundred times. I was so worried!” You sobbed, spilling over all your bottled-up emotions.
“Oh no. Baby, please don’t cry-” Nagi’s concerns for you deepens.
“Also, it’s like I don’t know you anymore. What happened? Why did you change in just a short amount of time?” You finally look him in the eye, it feels like ages since the last time you were able to do that.
“I.. I don’t know. My mind was just all over the place, I think? I felt… detached. From everyone, from everything.” Nagi struggles to explain, as he himself doesn’t know exactly.
“That’s not an excuse, though.” You frowned. “You hurt me, and others too. I had to constantly apologize to them in your place because I couldn’t bear other people hating you, or talking bad about you.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. I promise, I’ll make it up to you and to everyone. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” Nagi pleads, on the verge of tears as he wraps you in an embrace. He has never felt this guilty and distraught ever in his life. You’re the only one who has this effect on him.
“But are you okay now? Is your mind clear? Do you not feel detached anymore like you were saying earlier? You can’t promise things if you can’t deliv-”
“Yes! I’m okay now. Really. I mean, my body is in pain but for some reason, I feel better, lighter. It’s like nothing’s weighing me down anymore.” Nagi assures you.
“We promised to tell each other everything. Why didn’t you?” You cried into his chest, feeling a sense of betrayal.
“Yes, I know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated his apologies, accompanied by gentle caresses on your head to soothe you.
It started out a bit slow at first–with Nagi making reparations and sincerely apologizing to the people he had disrespected–but he eventually came back to his former self. Fortunately, he had always been well-loved and popular among everyone in the school, so it was not very difficult for people to forgive and forget. His genuine efforts to mend and rectify his mistakes worked.
It seemed as if fate had worked its magic and everything seemed as if it was back to normal. Though you should have known that fate always had other plans and something was bound to happen yet again.
While on a date with Nagi in the city, strolling on the bustling streets until your attention was abruptly caught by a piece of urgent news, accompanied by live footage flashed on the huge LED TV mounted on one of the nearby buildings.
The footage displayed a very chaotic scene showing a figure in black, eerily resembling Nagi’s Spiderman both in looks, web-slinging, crawling abilities, and overall movements. The newscaster reported that this person was seen destroying everything they passed by: buildings, statues, and vehicles. The live video recording of this person suddenly panned to the spot where you and Nagi currently are. The black figure is here, and he is eyeing the both of you.
“It… wasn’t a dream?” You hear Nagi whisper to himself as he looks back at the dark enigma with wide eyes.
“Nagi? What’s happening? Is that an impersonator?” You asked, feeling confused. Your grip on his hand tightened and his thumb gently caressed the back of your hand.
The situation escalated as the police arrived. Some officers started evacuating people from the area, while others began shooting the clad-in-black criminal.
“Y/N, go follow the police and evacuate. I need to take care of this. Go home, I’ll see you there.” Nagi urgently says, bringing you to the nearest police officer in charge of the evacuation.
“Take care!” You shout as Nagi runs away quickly to a secluded spot and secretly unravels his casual clothes so he could properly fight in his Spiderman suit.
He barely got out of his hiding spot when the black figure attacked him. You had to hold back from screaming his name in worry, remembering to hide his identity from everyone who could hear you. You gripped your hands tightly, trying to contain your worry and fear.
“Enjoying your date with her, huh?” The villain asks sarcastically with a smirk hidden behind the mask, choking Nagi in the rubble that was caused by his fast attack.
“Who are you?” Nagi manages to ask, his voice strained.
“I’m you… but only made of your dark impulses, tendencies, and desires. I guess you can say I’m the dark version of you, manifested.” The villain revealed in a hauntingly familiar voice.
Nagi couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How is that possible? But the voice and just the existence of this villain proved otherwise. Nagi musters his strength and finally counters his opponent and successfully hurts him. As the battle intensified, Nagi decided to take their fight to an isolated location away from the population to avoid potentially innocent bystanders.
They continue to fight until the dark version of Nagi has to flee due to injuries that Nagi inflicted, but not without leaving a warning. As a goodbye, he removed his mask and told Nagi in a voice thick with malice, “Out of the two of us, I will be the only one left standing. I will be the one alive at the end of this and I will take your place in this world. I’m going to take everything that’s yours, including her.”
Nagi is too stunned to move. Not only had he encountered someone who could be his twin, but now he realises that you are in danger as well.
That night, Nagi tells you everything: his dream, what he had learned about the person who attacked him, including who he said he was and his ominous warning.
“So this… person…” You crossed your arms. “He self-proclaimed that he’s the dark version of you. So, I guess we can call him… Dark Nagi? Kuro Nagi sounds better.” You say. Nagi nods in agreement.
“I need to defeat him as soon as possible, or else he will just be a menace to society again and he will also head for you,” Nagi says with a determined look. His resolve to protect you and everyone else strengthens. “Can’t let that happen.”
Ever since then, Nagi has become more vigilant about his surroundings, what’s happening in the news, and you (where you are when you’re not with him, what you’re doing, who you’re with, what time can you be together again, etc.). He also requested for you to live in his house and sleep in the same bed as him, to ensure your safety. You easily obliged because both of your and his parents are out of the country anyway. It’s nice to find comfort in each other’s presence amidst the danger.
Kuro Nagi has been out of sight for almost a month since his first attack. This did give a brief period of calm. That was until he resurfaced. This time, he goes straight for you.
You were watching Nagi during his after-school practice and had planned to go home together afterwards. You had gone to the restroom for a while and that's when Kuro Nagi seizes the opportunity, sneaking in and kidnaps you.
You wake up feeling disoriented a few hours later and find yourself face-to-face with the man who had fought Nagi. He really did look like your Nagi. All the drowsiness goes away and you're now on full alert. You look around quickly and it seems that you're in a dilapidated house in the forest just outside the city.
"Don't be scared, Y/N. I won't hurt you." He says with a sickeningly genuine smile. It sends shivers down your spine.
You gathered your courage to speak up. "N-Nagi told me everything. Who you are, your plans. I'm scared, but… I also wish to understand you. What are you?" You asked, your voice quivering with fear and curiosity
"You see, I'm a symbiote. A parasite kind of alien who seeks a host and eventually kills that host to take their place. We thrive on our host's dark side. We also get some of our host's memories, that's why I know you, and how important you are to him." He says the last part with a devilish grin, causing you to have chills all over.
"I've been secretly watching the both of you since that fight. Both of you, but especially you." He continues, looking at your figure from head to toe, making you uncomfortable.
"I don't know. I was just intrigued by you. I wanted to see for myself why he likes you so much." He smirks. Your discomfort grows at every passing second.
The unsettling tension gets broken by your ringing phone.
"Oh, your phone's with me." He stands up to get it on the old wooden table. "God, he's been calling nonstop." He rolls his eyes before answering the call.
"She'll be staying with me from now on." Kuro Nagi curtly states, upon bringing the phone to his ear.
"You bastard. What did you do to her?!" You can hear Nagi's muffled angry voice from the other line.
"Nothing! Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt her. I'll never do that." Kuro Nagi says as he looks at you with a smile. "And besides, why are you so surprised about this? I already told you, I'll take everything that's yours, including her."
You wanted to yell and convey to Nagi that you're in a dilapidated house in the nearby woods but Kuro Nagi ended the call and turned off your phone right after he told Nagi what he wanted to say.
With that, the two of you stayed in that house with him talking to you and asking you tons of questions, and you had no choice but to entertain and answer him out of fear. Hours stretched into what feels like an eternity for you.
Kuro Nagi finds himself feasting on the sight of you, he really enjoys looking at you, talking to you, hearing your voice, and seeing you squirm in his presence. He finds pleasure in having you all to himself. He thinks your scared-but-trying-to-be-tough face is so endearing.
"Appearance and memories are not the only things I share with my host, but also emotions." He suddenly shares the information with you.
"So, since he loves you… I love you too."
You're too stunned to speak. Honestly, you don't know what to say to that at all, so you look away, unsure how to respond to this revelation. He looks like Nagi, was a part of Nagi. Yet, he was a stranger to you.
Kuro Nagi just smiles at you, finding your reaction cute.
It had been around four long days before Nagi finally arrived and found you. Their second round of fight was longer and more brutal. It resulted in you and Nagi barely getting out of there alive. Nagi deduces that Kuro Nagi has been recovering and strengthening himself since their first fight last month.
As you and Nagi were leaving, you locked eyes with the injured and bloody Kuro Nagi until you finally left the area.
Once back in Nagi’s home, you tended to his wounds. The more severe injuries like broken bones and muscles will recuperate on their own with plenty of rest. You shared with Nagi all the crucial intel that you had gathered from Kuro Nagi during your stay in that old house with him.
“Y’know, I kinda feel bad for him.” You admitted, dabbing Nagi’s wound with cotton and alcohol. “He’s all alone there. He’s lonely, and now he’s in pain.” A sense of empathy for the symbiote began forming, even if he was dangerous and a threat.
“He shouldn’t exist in the first place, Y/N.” Nagi reminds you.
“I know. I understand.” You responded, with a small frown.
“You’re too kind.” He says with a tired smile as he caresses your cheek gently.
When the both of you are settled and done cleaning up, you take a very long and peaceful nap together on Nagi’s bed. Wrapped in his arms, you felt safe.
The next morning, you left Nagi a little note telling him that you were going to the grocery to buy supplies, which is just half of the truth. The other half is that you’re also going to Kuro Nagi’s shelter in the forest, despite not being entirely sure that he’s still there.
Branches snapped underneath your shoes as you walked. The aftermath of yesterday’s fight is still fresh. Broken trees, uneven patches of earth, and blood everywhere. Luckily, no civilians witnessed the fight. It’s better for this whole issue to have less exposure, as it might risk your and Nagi’s identities to be revealed. Too messy.
You carefully approach the shack and are about to call out Kuro Nagi when you find him lying down on the makeshift bed by the wall. You quietly rush to him so as not to wake him up and check his temperature. Unlike Nagi, he doesn’t have a fever, perhaps due to his alien nature. But he still has wounds all over his body.
“Y/N?” He calls out weakly while you open the medical kit you purchased from the grocery on the nearby table.
“Y-you’re here?” This time, he tries to open his eyes.
“Yes, I’m here” You responded softly. This situation got you thinking about how Nagi would react if he ever finds out that you went out of your way to tend to his enemy’s wounds.He would probably be mad.
You quickly get to work, wiping his wounds and bloodstains with clean water and towel, then with alcohol and cotton balls. You also stitch up his wounds and cuts, a skill you had to learn and master ever since Nagi became Spiderman. You’re too focused on what you’re doing that you don’t notice Kuro Nagi watching you with heavy-lidded eyes. Honestly, he’d rather sleep and let his body do the work of healing and regenerating. But how could he ask you to leave after all your efforts and trouble to be here? Also, your focused face is too cute, he thinks. It’s a sight he doesn’t mind waking up to.
Truthfully, there’s been something bugging Kuro Nagi lately. Something stirring in his chest since he kidnapped you and had you all to himself during those four days. He’s been ignoring it, but the more time you spend together, the more aggressive it becomes. Whatever it is.
“There. Done!” You chirp with relief, wiping the sweat from your forehead.
“I also brought food and drinks, if you take those. I’m not sure.” You show him the grocery bag and its contents that you had placed on the table.
“Thank you, Y/N.” He says as you clean up and quickly put all the used medical items into the trash bin.
“I’m gonna go now-”
“Stay. Hmm? Please? Please stay.” You hear the desperation in his voice, something you didn’t hear during the past few days you were alone with him. Despite the sympathy you felt for him, you knew you couldn’t stay any longer.
You shake your head, “I’m sorry. I can’t. Nagi is probably looking for me already.” You apologized gently and stood up and got ready to leave.
He scoffs, “Of course, it’s all about him again.” his voice dripping with jealousy and bitterness.
You turn around and walk away briskly. Yes, you did feel bad for him, but his last statement and bitter tone remind you that he’s still the bad guy.
He’s Nagi’s enemy.
And you should never dance with the devil, your boyfriend’s nemesis.
Sometime after the second encounter between the two Nagis, a huge and terrifying monster appeared at the buzzing heart of the city. Nothing of this scale and danger has been seen before. It’s black in colour, glossy, stringy, teeth sharp and long. The black part bears an uncanny resemblance to Kuro Nagi’s suit and the material that Nagi saw in his eerie dream several months ago.
During the onset of the monster’s attack, Nagi is at soccer practice while you’re in the city shopping alone. Both of you are oblivious to the current danger.
Everything is happening too fast within minutes. Buildings and structures are getting dismantled left and right in the wake of the creature’s rampage. Nagi only learns about it when the soccer team are on a quick break and Reo who’s on his phone shows the live footage to him.
“What the fuck is going on in this city, man?!” Reo exclaims, and Nagi does not even answer as he wastes no time sprinting to the location. He knows that you’re there as your original plan was to meet up for dinner in the mall.
His heart is palpitating loudly and non-stop when you don’t answer your phone. He can’t lose you. Panic courses through him.
Meanwhile, you try to run away from the monster as fast as you can, to no avail. One of its strings latches on to you and propels you up in the air just like what it’s doing to its other victims. Nagi, donned in his Spiderman outfit to be precise, comes swinging into the scene and swoops you first.
“How about the rest?!”
“I already created and placed large sturdy webs that will catch them everywhere, don’t worry. The police are quickly evacuating everyone too.” He assures.
Nagi is about to put you down somewhere far and safe when one of the monster’s black strings strikes him, causing the two of you to fall midair. Nagi immediately regains his balance and jumps towards you as you continue to fall. He activated his web so you can hold on to it, but it’s not gonna reach you in time. For a second, your life flashes before your eyes. For the first time, Nagi feels that he might actually lose you as you seem beyond reach.
Until a shadowy figure from your right suddenly flies towards your direction to catch you in midair.
“K-Kuro Nagi?” You ask in shock after he carefully places you down on a spot far from the monster.
“I… gotta help him.” Nagi furrows his brows. “He can’t handle that monstrosity alone. That thing is made from the same parasite as me. But it failed to find a host and has become defective. I need to go.”
“Be careful!” You exclaim as Kuro Nagi swings past you.
Kuro Nagi stands by Spider Nagi’s side and immediately shows him zero hostility when Nagi is about to fight him too. Kuro Nagi tells him what he had told you about the monster, persuading him that they need to work together if they wish to eliminate it.
“Our species’ has two weaknesses: fire and sound of high frequency.” Kuro Nagi begins explaining his plan. “Luckily, there’s a gas truck over there. We can set it up in flames and wait for it to shrink and burn up completely.”
“Alright.” Nagi answers reluctantly, still not fully trusting his former enemy. Though, for the sake of exterminating the creature and the safety of the citizens, Nagi is willing to comply.
They execute the plan and the black behemoth is now in flames. However, after waiting for about two minutes, it has not yet shrunk significantly and is starting to regain energy to destroy.
“It’s not working. We should utilize the other weakness you mentioned. High-frequency sound can be achieved by banging those metal poles together repeatedly.” Spider Nagi points to the metal poles on the streets that fell from the construction site that the monster destroyed earlier.
“What do you think?”
Kuro Nagi takes a while to think before responding, “Yeah. Sure. That might work.”
The two of them swing their way to the metal poles and start erecting them around the monster whose movement has slowed down because of the flames. All the poles have been erected. Right before Spider Nagi starts hitting the poles, Kuro Nagi removes his mask and talks to him, admitting that this strategy will affect him as well and make him disappear.
“Not that you care, exactly. After all that I’ve done to you. But… I’m just saying, you’re on your own from now on. Good luck.” He says, turning around to move away from the scene.
“Where are you going now?” Spider Nagi questions.
“Just… gonna say goodbye to someone.” Kuro Nagi replies cryptically.
“Thanks for the help.” are Spider Nagi’s last words to his evil counterpart, who no longer seems so evil now. He had an inkling as to who the ‘someone’ was.
Nagi waits until Kuro Nagi is finally with you. As much as he wants him to properly say goodbye to you before he disappears, the monster is starting to accelerate again and now is the only time and chance to defeat it.
“Kuro!” You call as soon as he lands on his feet, and by then the high-frequency sound is already audible throughout the area. “What happened?!”
He’s clearly in pain and his black suit is also acting up. Yet, he still stands firm, determined to see you one last time.
“Don’t worry about him. He’ll absolutely defeat that shit. As for me, you don’t have to worry about me lurking around you anymore.” Despite his struggle, he’s still able to smirk at you.
“What do you mean?” You asked. You try to reach out to him but he steps back. Perhaps he didn’t want you to touch his suit as he might have unknowing effects on you.
“This is the last time…” His voice trails off as he groans in pain.
“Kuro!” You cried out in worry.
“Those loud sounds are what’s killing that monster, and me. This is goodbye, babe.” He smiles as he calls you using Nagi’s favourite pet name for you.
“You sacrificed… yourself?” You feel tears welled up in your eyes at the information.
Kuro Nagi nods weakly. “Y’know, I thought I only love you because it’s what my host is feeling. That I just inherited it from him. But I realized that I actually, and surprisingly, learned to love you on my own accord. And it’s no brainer that I don’t deserve you.”
“I wish we could’ve been friends.” You said quietly as you looked at the ground.
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Kuro Nagi responds with a painful smile and tired dreamy eyes looking up at the sky, as if he’s picturing the two of you being the best of friends, picturing what could’ve been.
“But sadly, I’m an anomaly. And I shouldn’t exist.” Kuro Nagi says softly as he wipes your tears away.
You glanced back up to take a good look at him for the last time, and you’re horrified to see that only a quarter of his body is left, just his chest upwards. He’s disintegrating away.
“Thank you for taking care of me that day, even though I didn’t deserve it. You’re too kind. Just be happy, okay?” He smiles at you before completely disappearing, his black suit turning into soot.
You watch Nagi and the monster from afar and see that the latter has become a large cloud of soot as well, disappearing into the atmosphere.
Nagi is far from you but you want to hold him and just be in his arms. Everything has just been so overwhelming. The danger brought by the monster, suddenly losing Kuro Nagi and watching him die. You just miss your Nagi and need his comfort.
He’s tired from the fight but he sees you running to him and meets you halfway. He embraces you and he swings the both of you to a distant rooftop where you can have a moment of privacy all to yourselves.
“Are you okay?” The two of you ask in unison, causing a burst of short-lived laughter.
“You’re dirty, but at least you’re not very bloody and severely injured.” You wipe the dirt and some blood on his face after he removes his mask.
“Yeah, thanks to him. He told me how to defeat that thing.” Nagi says.
Tears trickled down your cheeks. “He’s gone. He died in front of me.” You sobbed.
Nagi holds you in a tight embrace. “Yeah, I know. He said he wanted to say goodbye to you.” He says. You sniffle into his chest as he caresses your hair. He presses a tender kiss on your forehead.
“Shhh…Don’t cry, baby.” Nagi whispers. “Everything will be alright now. We got through it together.” He reassures you.
And you smile, because Nagi’s right. All that had happened has left an impact on both of you, but together, you both managed to overcome it. The two of you spend some time on the rooftop before Nagi swings both of you home as the sun sets.
in which nagi meets an enraged gamer who might turn his boring and annoying life, to a much more enjoyable time.
author's note : this might be a series of meet cutes with blue lock!
tws : none
pairing : nagi seishiro x gender neutral reader!
“boring.”
nagi seishiro found everything boring, except for his friend reo and his beloved sport, soccer. he never found many things enjoyable, everything seemed like a chore.
like something that disrupted him from his everyday life that composed of playing video games, soccer, and sleeping.
it was always that way for him, until you came into the picture. he found it funny really, how he met you in an internet cafe he frequented. it's not like he didn't have a pc, nagi just considered a small walk to the cafe as exercise.
you were furiously smashing the keyboard while playing, the mic was so close to your mouth that nagi swore that whoever was on the other line would be deaf, after all your voice was very, very loud.
“hey.” nagi tapped your shoulder, and you stared at him in an ugly way. nobody likes being disturbed while gaming, nagi knew that well. “turn it down.”
and in your maddened state, you didn't notice the other customers giggling at the sight of your gaming rage. you quietly apologized and sighed from embarassment, nagi sat beside you, occupying the empty pc that he paid for earlier.
“what's your name?” the soccer player asked, it was quite obvious that your little outburst because of dying in game had piqued his interest, he had already seen such outrage over a shooting game but yours was funnier, weirder? nagi thought.
“ i'm [first name] [last name.] you? ” you sigh, and nagi slightly grins. this might be the start of something new as he mentions his own.
“i'm nagi seishiro, it's nice to meet you.” and when you smile, starting to make an interesting conversation about your favorite games together, seishiro thinks to himself.
