underground, nagi seishiro ✓

𖥻 08

watching seishiro beat the crap out of someone isn't quite what you had in mind.

if you had heard about the fights, you certainly wouldn't have come until something more harmless was about to happen.

the whole time, reo stayed next to you and cheered seishiro on. you, on the other hand, felt sorry for every single punch, and the sight of it made you sick to your stomach every now and then.

rin is also in the crowd cheering for seishiro, you somehow noticed his green hair right away.

you're torn from your thoughts when a whistle blows and the crowd starts cheering. reo, who is sitting next to you, jumps up and throws his arms in the air. he also screams, so you stand up, a bit confused, to see what has happened in the boxing ring.

indeed, seishiro's opponent is lying on the floor, motionless, but no one seems to mind. instead, they pat a smiling and sweaty seishiro on the shoulder, congratulate him on his victory.

you don't know what the person who wins a fight like this gets until the referee, who has volunteered to stand in the middle, picks up an envelope and hands it to the white haired. "come on y/n, let's go to our friend," reo laughs, apparently having long forgotten seishiro's very clear announcement and probably still not understanding that you and him have nothing in common.

you can understand him a little, though.

what other reason could you have for asking him to bring you back to this place? in a way, you really are there for him, but nobody has to know that. especially not seishiro himself, who doesn't seem to like you too much anymore — for whatever reason.

he's probably just pissed off that you stayed with meguru and didn't go with him. "he's..." you start, but reo runs so fast with you that you've already arrived to seishiro, whose triumphant smile immediately fades at the sight of you. his eyes look so dark and angry that you secretly wonder if you haven't done something to really piss him off — but there's nothing.

"yo, reo, i told you something, remember? i don't want to see that arrogant snake here." he hisses, throwing the boxing gloves down on the concrete floor, gnadeless and full force.

the purple haired looks back and forth between you and him, confused — he really thought there was something going on between you.

seishiro has always been bad at showing his feelings, that's why he didn't really think about it in the beginning. but apparently you really don't like the white haired or he's prejudiced against people of higher status again.

"i thought you were together, sei. sorry, dude," he raises his hands protectively, letting go of your wrist, which you then quickly pull to your side.

it's quiet for a few moments, until seishiro starts to grin nastily and then even laughs out loud. his laughter draws some people's attention to him, including yours, and immediately arouses their interest.

"with her? fuck, don't make me laugh," he calms down, wipes imaginary tears from his eyes. you know right away that he wants to mock you and to be honest, he does it pretty well. "as if i would ever get together with someone like that! thanks, i'll pass. she's not ugly, no question. but i'm not up for a small, stupid, stuck-up girl who gets everything from daddy shoved up her ass." his amused tone takes on a threatening undertone towards the end, his smile disappears and he almost spits the last words in your face.

there's so much hate and anger in these words that you wonder what he has against wealthy people. you want to be strong, not show any weakness, but at his words, at the inexplicable hatred and anger in his eyes, your heart contracts painfully.

why do you feel this way?

you shouldn't care what he thinks of you or whether he hates you.

but you do.

your eyes become moist, your vision begins to blur, immediately you muster the strength to blink away the tears. "why?" you ask, and immediately silence falls.

a few people who were standing behind seishiro, laughing and amused before, now look at you questioningly.

the boxer also raises his eyebrows in confusion, waiting for you to continue, ask him a whole question that he might answer. "why are you so mean to me? i've never done anything to you, have i? if i have, tell me. i never intended to make you angry," you whisper, not giving a shit at the moment that you come across as weak and fragile.

your shell is hard, but inside, you're still incredibly vulnerable, even if you don't want to admit it or show it. everyone looks at seishiro, who has opened his eyes a bit. you don't know if he's just surprised or if maybe, just maybe, he realizes that he's treating you unfairly.

but what should he care?

he doesn't really know you, you think.

him, on the other hand, thinks about your words. he didn't realize how shitty he was treating you and now that you've told him, he feels kind of bad, didn't suspect that he would really hurt you with his incomprehensible behavior.

he really thought that you could take more.

nervously you stare at him as he approaches you, so close that his trained chest touches yours and his warm breath meets your skin.

he bends forward a little, a little more where your foreheads touch. at the same time he looks deep into your eyes, you can't interpret his emotions.

"you remind me so much of her," he grumbles, then leans forward even more, so that his soft cheek sticks to yours and his lips brush against your auricle. during this time, you haven't moved once, not even blinked. "you know nothing about me, princess. wait and see, maybe i'll tell you someday, which is very unlikely." he hardens a bit more in this position, breathing in your expensive perfume, which almost drives him out of his mind.

seishiro is sensitive to smells, but this perfume is not too strong and has a pleasant scent. fresh and rosy. unconsciously, he inhales and exhales deeply once, closes his eyes with pleasure.

no matter how much he wants to hate you, he can't get enough of you.