underground, nagi seishiro ✓

𖥻 09

"that's enough, seishiro!" he is roughly pushed away from you.

reo pulls you protectively to his side, puts his arm around your shoulders to pull you even closer, but you don't really notice.

seishiro that's probably his real name, you think.

now this "sei" finally makes sense.

seishiro also seems to be surprised that his real name escaped his friends' lips, reo doesn't seem to have realized it at all.

you're lucky that most people, almost all of them, have already turned away from you to watch the next fight.

so no one has heard seishiro's real name either.

"tsk," he rolls his eyes, can't believe that reo seriously said his real name in front of you.

hardly anyone knows his real name, only his closest friends, his family and her.

now you too.

he doesn't like the idea that you know something about him, as if you have something on him.

"i knew you weren't the brightest candle on the cake, but saying my name in front of her shows once again that your iq isn't any higher than the current temperature," he scoffs, laughing briefly as he reaches for his black t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

he didn't even look at you once when he said that — this hurts even more than if he would look at you with hatred or contempt in his eyes.

seishiro grabs his jacket, pushes past both of you.

reo and you watch him leave the hall, walk to the parking lots. the purple haired sighs, which makes you look at him, see him running his hand through his hair. "i screwed up," he lets his arm slide off your shoulders.

somehow you blame yourself for this fight.

if you hadn't been here, nothing would have gotten out of hand like this and seishiro wouldn't be mad at reo.

"you really need to talk to him, clear it up, even if it means it's the last time you'll ever talk to him. i'll go to him," you mumble, and immediately he looks up, looks at you worriedly when he sees how guilty you look.

seishiro doesn't mean anything by it, but reo can't tell you his story, his past, and especially not about her. because if someone does it, seishiro has to do that himself.

"all right, but if he gets angry, just go and leave him alone," he pats you on the shoulder, giving you a last encouraging smile before disappearing into the crowd.

you leave immediately, desperate to find him before he disappears out of the parking garage, into the dark night.

a cold shiver runs down your spine when you reach the parking lot — there is not a soul to be seen and gradually you start to get scared. you don't notice seishiro, who was standing at a pillar, watching you the whole time, probably admiring your beauty.

"are you looking for someone in particular?" you suddenly hear a familiar voice, which makes you flinch and press your hand over your mouth in fright to avoid a shrill scream.

you're a real chicken, remember exactly when yoichi, meguru and suzume forced you to go into a house of horrors. you screamed like a baby then too, were still quite young then, just old enough to be considered teenagers.

everything was still good then, all of you did something together almost every day. it's a pity that everything has changed so much into the negative, you think.

seishiro approaches you, has to smile at your frightened face. he ignores the desire to pull you into his arms, tell you that you don't need to be afraid because he is there and will always protect you.

you do something to him, but he can't quite interpret what it is — or he just doesn't want to admit it to himself.

"you scared me, seishiro," whispering, you look into his eyes, which immediately become harder and darker.

his hands clench into fists, clenching his jaw.

nervous you take a small step backwards, but are pulled back by your arm. you literally slam into his hard chest, which causes a small hiss to escape you.

"don't call me that, do you get it?" he whispers, puts his soft hand around your jaw so that you look at him.

he knew exactly that you wanted to avert your gaze from him, but he won't let you, wants to see your face, look into your beautiful (e/c) eyes.

"you're not her and you never will be. so don't even try." he growls, saying something he didn't really want to say, doesn't understand himself.

he wants to get to know you, learn more about you and be closer to you.

instead, he acts on his own and says things that only convince you to stay away from him.

exactly what he doesn't want.

he wants to be close to you, wants to feel you.

but his protective shield, which he has built up over the years, keeps him from showing you that he's not a bad person.

for a brief moment, he's surprised when you jerk away from him, push him backwards a few steps. if he had wanted to, you would not have been able to do this, but he was not prepared.

your lips are puckered, you're angry, and he cannot even blame you. "listen, sei," you begin. he doesn't miss how mockingly you've pronounced his stilted name. "i'm just here to tell you not to be such an asshole and not to resent reo. that's all. if you don't mind, i'd like to leave now," you say, lifting your face up to show that you won't be intimidated this time.

you speak with such arrogance that seishiro would like to shut your mouth.

damn, what are you doing to him, he thinks to himself.

you just told him off and he reacts like this?

seishiro doesn't know what's happening, he's not in control of his senses. he just feels his hands grabbing your cheeks and his lips colliding with yours.