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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THSI IS SO CUTE

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO — furniture shopping for your new apartment is a lot harder than you expected it to be when your boyfriend insists on trying it out first.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ contents! fluff, pro-football player nagi, he is just the sleepiest! ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! oh how i have missed him :( my heart calls his name always <3

“sei! get up!” you hiss under your breathe as you watch your boyfriend nagi drop himself down onto another one of the display couches, letting his long legs stretch out infront of him as he relaxes into the cushions with a sigh.

“huh, why? i’m jus’ testing it out, gotta make sure it’s comfy.” his voice is a soft drawl already as he lets his eyes rest closed, snowy bangs falling over his features as you nudge at his feet with a pout.

“and is it? you’ve tested it now.” you grumble as you watch nagi tilt his head to the side slightly, shrugging his shoulders as he hums dreamily. it’s like he’s really considering his answer before his eyes peek open to cast you a sleepy glance.

“eh, yeah.. soooo comfy~ cmeer, try it out, angel.” he sighs as his arms reach for you, almost successfully grabbing at your hips before you step back out of his reach— causing the sleepy striker to send you a cute little frown before he falls back with a huff.

“but we still have so much to see seishiro.” you try to reason but you know nagi’s the hardest person to move when he gets comfy, casting a glance over your shoulder to make sure there’s not some employee on their way to kick you both out yet.

“ah, that sounds like such a pain, we can jus’ get this one.” he really was like a big baby, a 190cm pro-football player baby. his cheeks are puffed out as he pouts and he looks like he’s on the brink of falling asleep as he blinks up at you, reaching an arm out every few seconds to see if it’ll convince you to come closer.

“or i can just take u home if u don’t get up.” you hiss under your breath, opting for this route first over the actual cuddle route because you don’t wanna give into him too easily. just incase it really is that comfy.

“that’s even more bothersome. no fair, pretty thing.” nagi’s words are grumbled, a slight whine as he kicks one of his feet out and lets his hands shove into his pockets to pull out his phone. that’s when you know it just got real, watching him drop his phone into landscape and no doubt about to load up a video game— he really was getting comfortable.

“fine, sei! move over.” you finally give in, for your own sake— and the stores— because you really didn’t feel like being here all day.

“yay, you gotta cuddle me. wanna make sure we can nap here, see~” you let yourself rest down beside nagi as his arms wrap around you instinctively, pulling you easily against his chest while his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

it really was a comfy couch, you admit as you really let yourself melt into the cushions, surrounded by your boyfriends body heat as he wraps himself around you. you give it a few moments, feeling yourself sink into a blissful sort of comfort before you realise you’re still in a store, and your snowy haired boyfriend has grown a little too quiet.. and heavy next to you as you nudge him.

“hey! don’t fall asleep, sei! get up!”

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໒꒱ ‧₊˚ HOODIE THIEF — SEISHIRO NAGI

contents. fluff, established relationship, gn! reader, ooc (?), stealing nagi’s hoodie & he doesn’t even know it’s his, ik it’s spring but like this was in my drafts back in december

note. hi guys :) im not really sure what the plot of this is, but it’s nice & cozy

today was the day of nagi’s soccer match, which was quite an important match since they were against japan’s biggest soccer rivals. but fortunately for him, today was 29 degrees fahrenheit and nobody would want or be able to play soccer in 6 feet buried in snow.

so while nagi was spending free time wrapped in a blanket — playing a video game, you were searching for something warm to wear to keep the cold away.

upon basically cleaning your wardrobe, you were met with nagi’s gray hoodie — sitting atop of his gaming chair.

exhausted, you grabbed his hoodie and swiftly put it on — putting the hood on in the process. the hoodie was averagely oversized and big on nagi, and with you wearing it, it was expectingly ginormous and fit like a hospital robe; reaching down to your mid-calf.

ignoring the size, you were satisfied with the warmth nagi’s hoodie provided and looked at yourself in the mirror. sure, it was big, but as long as it kept you warm, than you would be ready for the weather. ‘hopefully nagi wouldn’t mind…’ — you said to yourself. you shrugged off the look of piles of clothes that were displayed on your bed. ‘a cup of hot chocolate would be nice’. you considered.

walking out of your shared bedroom and towards the kitchen, nagi was rather busy taping his way on his phone and didn’t cognizant that you were wearing his hoodie. but he probably wouldn’t care or mind since it’s probably a hassle for him to even.

“do you want some hot chocolate, sei’?” you asked, tip-toeing to reach two mugs atop a cabinet.

“uhh … sure i guess …” nagi mumbled lazily, his undivided attention focused on his phone.

you grabbed your ingredients and commenced to make the hot chocolate. mixing the cocoa, sugar, and milk together; popping the mugs in the microwave and grabbing the extra toppings.

you leaned on a counter and watched the mugs in the microwave twirl around. as you let a small yawn, you visibly flinched when cold hands sneaked their way under your (nagi’s) hoodie. following, a slight weight landed on your shoulder and someone’s breath fanned the side of your neck.

“who’s hoodie is this?” nagi mumbled, burying his face deeper into your neck.

“it’s yours, nagi,” you chuckled. “i was cold, so i decided to wear it. it was on your chair when i got it.”

nagi closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, “this isn’t mine.”

the cold must be affecting nagi, cause this was his hoodie and he wasn’t even aware of it. it even had his name written on the back tag.

“who’s hoodie is this? why are you wearing someone else’s hoodie? why not mine?”

“nagi. this is yours’,” you replied back, removing nagi’s cold hands with your warm ones away from your stomach and placing them over the hoodie. “it’s your hoodie, the one you got at the mall with reo and the others, remember?”

…

“oh.”

you chuckled and grabbed the two mugs out of the microwave. using the whipping cream to top the mug.

“i don’t remember.” nagi continued, grabbing a marshmallow and popping it into his mouth, “what mall was it?”

the answer should’ve been obvious, since nagi rarely ever goes shopping. usually only when you come along, then he’ll agree and follow you around like a lost puppy.

“the mall you went two days ago?” you retorted, putting marshmallows, shavings, pirouette sticks, and adding some side snacks. “with your team?”

“oh.”

finally, you brought the two mugs and plates of cookies to the table where nagi was originally sitting.

nagi followed suit and sat beside you — wrapping his arms in a baby yet protective manner, snuggling himself close to you. you carefully grasped the mugs towards to give one to you and nagi, sipping the warm beverage.

“i still don’t remember..” nagi took a sip of his hot chocolate and stared at the hoodie that you claimed was his.

you sighed, “don’t worry, sei’. you just need to know that this is your hoodie and that it has your name on it.”

“okayyy…”

without much of anything in the way, you and nagi spent the day together; sipping hot cocoa, and … sleeping.

maybe some gaming for most of nagi’s part.

~

“wait babe..”

“yes sei’?”

“can you check if this is my hoodie?”

“yes, it is sei’!”

“are you sure?”

“yes!”

⌗ "I'LL GO EASY ON YOU," ⋮ but you absolutely fucking destroy him.

★ nagi seishiro x gn!reader ╰ how come you've obliterated him in something he's so good at?

▯ content warning. mentions of video game gunfire, shooting, etc.

"sei, this game looks fun," you murmured, shifting slightly to adjust your position on his lap. his eyes remained glued to the glowing screen, the faint gleam of colours casting a hazy light across his face. his arms were looped firmly around your waist, thumbs expertly swiping over the controller in his hands.

as you were cozily nestled inside his sweater, filled with the subtle scent of his cologne, you felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest. you observe him deftly move his virtual character across the battlefield, shooting enemies and cursing under his breath at each hindering obstacle. after being in this same position for quite some time, a sense of boredom had begun to bubble within you.

"mm, yeah?" he mumbles, resting his chin on your head. he tilts his head down to press a kiss onto your soft hair. "it is."

"can i try?"

he stays silent for a moment, the room filled with the sounds of obnoxiously loud bursts of gunshots. he finally takes a breath and speaks, his voice muffled against your hair. "tis’ really hard though. i don’t think y’can win,"

your brows furrow as you whip your head slightly to meet his gaze, raising your hand to pinch his cheek. "hmm, how would you know? i could be better than you!"

"yeah, yeah, fine," he pulls his face away from your fingers’ grip on his cheek. he gives you a faint smile, exiting out of the game and clicking 'new game'. "i'll go easy on you."

you slide off his lap with anticipation, grabbing the fluffy bean bag he had bought exclusively for you from the corner of his room, placing it next to him. giving it a pat to smoothen its wrinkles, you made your way to the tv stand's drawer in quick strides, retrieving an extra game controller.

"you don't have to, sei," you smile warmly, settling into the softness of the bean bag as you prepare to show nagi seishiro what you were made of. "i want it to be fun."

he nods, hesitantly clicking the start button. while watching the one-minute timer displayed on the screen, he remembers to explain the rules to you.

"basically," he begins, "there’s a five-minute time limit. the person who reaches one hundred kills first, or whoever is the closest to one hundred kills, wins."

"yeah, i know, dummy." you tease, reaching out to tousle his hair, in which he responds with a subtle blush tinging his cheeks rose. "i've been watching you play for at least an hour now."

the bolded numbers on the now-split screen enlarge, signaling the beginning of the new game; 3...2...1...

you waste no time, immediately equipping your weapon, fingers swiftly moving along the buttons. silence was quick to envelop the room, thick with the weight of your competitiveness.

nagi shoots you a surprised, quick glance, before focusing his gaze back onto his side of the screen. suddenly, his attention is drawn to the corner of your part of the screen, where your kill count is displayed.

to say the least, this man was astonished to find out that you’ve racked up 63 kills in slightly under three minutes. his eyes widened in disbelief ever so slightly, registering the number with admiration.

"what the heck..." he accidentally huffs, quickly pressing his mouth together as the sound of his confused voice reaches his ears.

you let out an amused giggle, "surprised?"

he does not respond, lost in his own muddled thoughts. how could he, after underestimating you so badly? how could he say anything when you, as you were currently speaking, have over 60 kills compared to his mere 34?

the white-haired boy feels a prick of suspicion creeping in; he hadn’t known that his partner was an expert at video games. why hadn’t you told him? he sighs, realizing that the person he could have played with all this time was right beside him all along; he would no longer need to play with his tediously boring game-mates or those doltish bots which he had always deemed a hassle.

then, the game came to an abrupt stop.

98 - 52

he stares hard at the game over screen, a deep frown creasing his forehead. "nuh-uh, let's do it again..."

"ahh, i told you i could win!" you cheer, your finger lightly tugging on the skin under your eye as you stick your tongue out in jest. "and sure, i really want to hit one hundred this time!"

a soft grumble escapes his pouty lips as he buries half his head under the inside of his sweatshirt, leaving only his eyes visible. "m'baby's so cocky..."

100 - 67

"fuck, again!"

99 - 75

"this game's gotta be rigged!"

96 - 56

"seiii, i'm boredddd—"

"one mo' time,"

89 - 88

"ack–fuck this shit… i'm going to sleep."

you blink your eyes in silent amusement— this was a side of him you had rarely ever seen. your usually calm, bored boyfriend trying so hard at something; it was adorable seeing him so invested, even if it was simply a video game.

but somehow, you had managed to fire him up enough to the point of rage quitting?

"y’know sei, i was going easy on you..."

"..."

despite his muted response to the fuel you've added to the fire, you catch a glimpse of a proud smile tugging on his lips as he retreats back onto the bed, beckoning you to join him. “that was fun… play w’me again, ‘kay?”

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"are you free later?"

nagi stands sluggishly by the side of your desk, looking at you with those drowsy eyes that might just shut down anytime.

"yeah, i am. what's up?"

nagi tilts his head, closing his eyes as he tries to remember the words he had practiced seconds ago to say to you.

"i want to confess later." he said all so casually.

"what?!"

"i'm confessing later, why? can't you go?" he repeats, he looks at you owlishly waiting for an answer.

"oh, nagi.." a fond look paints on your face as you pointed out. "you just confessed."

"no, i haven't?"

you try to stifle a laugh. "you just did."

"but i didn't, i haven't told you about how i feel, yet."

he tilts his head at you. for someone who thinks everything is a hassle, he really does have a lot to say right now and you think this is the most words you've heard that has ever left his lips.

"and you just did, again."

"oh, sorry," he looks at his feet and shifts his weight onto the other, his ears noticeably red on its tips. "...so are you still free, though?"

you can't help, but break out of a smile. "yes."

"okay, thanks. don't be late, wait for me on the field, watch me okay?" he stumbles over his words as he walks slowly out the room backwards facing you, embarrassment engulfing him wholly.

you only nod at him, "i will, don't worry."

"'kay, i'll see you later?" he asks once more, just to be sure.

"yup, now go. i think someone's waiting for you?" a lock of purple peeks by the doorway of your classroom, but quickly disappears as soon as you mentioned it.

"yeah, uhm bye y/n." he says before leaving the room.

"oh my god nagi, what was that?"

"i confessed."

reo can only sigh in exasperation, shaking his head in disappointment, but really it all worked well right? so what else can he do? what's done is done.

"that's—" reo sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose momentarily in contempt. "fine, okay it's good enough."

"what do i say, when i confess later, though?"

"oh my god."

◞♡ surprise surprise a n*gi drabble,, ik he's ooc but who cares :> likes & reblogs are highly appreciated !

Rest Up Well

sometimes your presence itself could be your biggest contribution to someone's life.

pairings: Nagi Seishiro x Reader genre: fluff word count: 366 notes: no set timeline, not specified whether nagi is a pro player or not, does not follow the original plot NOT PROOFREAD!!!

His day was tiring and you knew it, you always knew. Right from the moment the way the keys jingle a familiar tune to you. Opening the door in a rushed manner, your partner, Nagi Seishiro, enters his so called home heading straight to his room not even bothering to close the door nor greet you.

Sighing, you closed the closed for him. Knowing Sei he would be laying in bed still in his outdoor clothes trying to regain some energy to function.

You're right, upon entering the room you share with him, you see your lover plopped on the bed clothes unchanged.

Sitting down on the empty space nest to Nagi's face to gaze at his relaxed features. This seemed to alert him a bit since his dropy eyes staring back at yours. This continued in silence until you decided to give him a gentle smile accompanied by gentle pats on his fluffy white hair.

Your boyfriend hummed and closed his eyes once again at the showcase of affection towards him given by his loved one.

"I don't know how but..." Although his voice was but a whisper you still hear him.

"What is it?" Your pats then turned into gentle strokes sliding up and down on his head.

"The fact that I felt your presence enter the room immediately helped me relax. The stress I've been feeling? It's like it disappeared the moment you started patting my head." Even if his voice was muffled by the pillow he was resting on, you understand his words. Not even a single letter in a word was misheard.

Your smile widened at that. "Well then, how about you my darling here rest while I stay by your side hmm?"

"I would be happy..."

Of course you stayed by his side while he sleeps. This went on for a while until you felt slumber visiting you. Changing positions a bit, your partner's back facing you while you hugged him (spooning him ya know).

By the time the soccer player woke up, he was greeted with arms wrapped around him his back warm his whole person feeling safe in the hands of the individual that he loves the most.

additional notes: I wrote this since I was tired from practicing our dance and I needed an outlet to release any stress, and what a better choice for an outlet is writing? Hope y'all enjoyed this and stay safe <3!