𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎. || 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨. 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢

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THE WALK to school is usually peaceful and calming. the blue skies, chirping birds, and rustling leaves create a serene atmosphere— until it doesn't.

"y/nn!! wait up!"

when you hear your name being called, you instinctively look back and break into a smile when you realize who it is.

"hurry up mio, or i'll leave without you!" you shout back.

as you settled into your seat, your gaze shifted to the person beside you. nagi, your seatmate, slept soundly, his chest rising and falling with each breath. the soft light filtering through the window painted his features in gentle shadows—the curve of his lips, the flutter of his eyelashes. just as he slightly opens his eyes, you look away just in time, looking at the teacher.

mrs. lawson's clear and authentic voice reached through the classroom, instantly grabbing everyone's attention, explaining a "very important project" that was due in three weeks.

"and yes, i will be choosing your partners."

just the luck you needed.

"so, i guess you got stuck with nagi-san?" mio asks, a sly smirk on her face.

"yeah, yeah. whatever."

in the amount of one-on-one conversations you've had with nagi, it surprised you when he unexpectedly asked for your contact information.

"just for the project, you know?" he mutters while extending one hand, expecting you to share your contact information.

you glance at him curiously before grabbing his phone and entering your contact information. doing so, you put a name to your own contact, fully aware that he would probably neglect to do on his own

"where should we start?" you ask, your chin resting on your left hand as you jot down notes with your right.

"i dunno. up to you i guess." you sigh at his reply.

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while bending down to retrieve your sneakers from the bottom of the locker, you catch movement out of the corner of your eye. turning, your gaze meets a familiar figure—a girl with tousled hair and eyes that crinkle at the corners when she smiles. she leans against the lockers, her uniform slightly disheveled, as if she's been running.

"hey," she says, her voice warm and teasing. "guess what?"

"what happened now, mio?" you laugh at her.

"HE asked for my number!!" mio's excitement bubbles over, and she playfully jostles your shoulders back and forth.

"hold on, you mean mikage-san?" you softly grasped her arm, stopping the tremors that ripple through her.

"shh! don't be so loud y/n.. but yes."

you sighed out of exhaustion, grabbing your school bag while finishing your conversation with mio.

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delusional bitch </3

y/n!
wanna go to our usual tmr? :)

y/n
of course i do 🙄
what time?

i'm
11 sound good to you?

yes perfect
you can come over afterwards
my mom has been begging me
to bring you over </3

awh :(
tell her i love her too ❤️

😒😒
this is my MOM we're talking abt.

HAHA
she loves me more
than her own daughter 🥰

pfft whatevs 🙄
goodnight mio see you tomorrow  😗

night y/n!
seeya (:
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nagi

hey
can u help me wit my paragraph

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