You forget how intense Nagi Seishiro can sometimes be when he’s not playing soccer. He is certainly reminding you of it now as he sprawls on the bed, belly down, arms crossing on a pillow, chin resting on his arms. Normally, he would be playing a game on his phone but he must have finished for the night because now he’s just… staring.
Piercing grey eyes track your movements as you putter around the bedroom and bathroom, preparing for bed. You know he’s watching—the weight of his gaze makes you shiver—but you carry on as usual, tossing him a smile when you lock eyes. He likes watching you move, carefree and a little sleepy, as you wash your face and rub lotion into your skin. The way your hands caress your legs makes his own itch to do it for you, but he chooses to continue watching for now.
By the time you are ready to get into bed, your body buzzes from all his staring. You can’t help the curl to your lips as you approach Nagi and climb onto the bed. After fluffing up your pillow and lying down, you turn on your side to face him. He’s still looking at you, now also turned on his side.
A shiver runs through you. “You’re staring.”
His gaze is half-lidded, yet no less intense. “Yes,” he says. “I like watching you.”
Your lips part and your eyes grow wide. He takes in your change in expression with a pleased tilt to his lips. After trying and failing to find something to say, and the look on his face only serves to make you more flustered, you settle for grabbing your pillow and shoving it into his face. He chuckles and half-heartedly tries to remove it but gives up when you smack him with it again. You let him play dead for a moment before pulling the pillow off him and set it back under your head. His eyes slowly flutter open to your beautiful smile. You hold his gaze, face warming again as you take in the steel eyes framed by soft white lashes, his pupils growing the longer he stares at you.
Yes, Nagi can be intense sometimes, even outside of soccer. Especially when it comes to you.
















