𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 | nagi seishiro

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

CLINK!

Nagi let his cellphone ungracefully fall out of his grasp onto the surface of his desk. He buried his face in his hands in utter frustration, this had to be one of the hardest things he's ever had to do.

That task bestowed upon him was, of course, texting you.

It was all he could think about since he left you at the mall yesterday. It wasn't a big deal. Just a simple text, so you could have his number. Why do I even want them to have my number?

He'd probably typed out a message a hundred times by now, only for him to woefully watch the backspace erase it from his screen. Seriously, it was kind of pathetic. All he had to do was type less than five words, and hit the fucking send button. Just a simple text.

He picked his phone back up from the desk, eyeing it briefly to make sure he didn't add another unfortunate crack to the abused screen. His thumbs hesitated over the keyboard for a moment before he started.

hi|

He shook his head with a disapproving click of the tongue.

hey|

No. Lame. Over-used. 

this is nagi.|

He stared at the words illuminated from the display of his phone and pursed his lips. It was simple, straight to the point. No bad could come out of it. It was three words, what could you possibly get out of that other than his identity? Yeah? Yeah.

His thumb was suspended above the 'send' button, ready to send the message off. He was about a millimeter of movement away from touching the faithful part of the screen- before Reo came bursting back through his door.

Nagi fumbled to quickly press down on the power button of his phone, throwing the device on his desk. He looked over toward Reo innocently, eyeing the beverages and bags of chips in his arms.

"Oh, thanks," he said while he reached his hands out toward his friend, silently asking for the snacks.

Reo shut the door behind him with his foot, setting everything down on the surface in front of Nagi. He threw a bag of chips into his chest, and grabbed a can of soda before flopping down on Nagi's bed.

"What were you doing?"

Nagi turned his chair around so they were facing each other, shrugging while he took a bite out of a chip. "Nothing."

Reo rolled his eyes for a moment before brightening suddenly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Were you texting someone?" he asked teasingly.

Nagi shook his head, "No."

"Not true, who was it?" Reo pushed. Although it seemed mostly lighthearted, there was serious inquiry in his voice. He stood up to reach out for his friend's device on the desk, but Nagi snatched it in his grasp before he could get to it.

Nagi held his phone up in front of his face so the screen was blocked from Reo's view, quickly unlocking it and sending off the text that was waiting in the bar before completely shutting off his phone so Reo couldn't open it. No regrets now.

You felt the vibration of your phone hum in the pocket of your uniform pants. Pausing your viewing of the football team's chaotic practice, you pulled out the device to read a notification from an unsaved number.

You furrowed your brows as you stared at the message. Who would be texting you right now?

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|this is nagi.