underground, nagi seishiro ✓

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"seishiro" your small, whiny voice comes through to him, then your hand reaches for his arm, which he roughly and carelessly pulls out of your grasp, so that you lose balance and hit the ground

you keep thinking back to seishiro's look when he saw you lying on the floor.

the realization that it was his fault plagues him to no end and you know that only too well. the impact on the floor didn't hurt that much and the only thing you could criticize is the scratch on your arm that was bleeding a bit before.

that's all it was, but seishiro hates himself for it; that little scratch shouldn't have been there.

he was just so incredibly disappointed in himself — all he wanted to do was protect you from those disgusting men, but in the end, he was the one who hurt you.

why does he have to be so bad at expressing his true feelings?

you hadn't said a word to him, just got up and walked the path to your house.

you certainly could have reached out to yoichi or if necessary meguru to have one of them pick you up, but you decided against it.

first of all, both of them would give you a standing ovation, they both don't trust seishiro and if they saw that you were hurt, they would make every effort to keep him away from you.

secondly, you just wanted to be alone and hoped that the boxer would talk to you, that he would say he was sorry or something like that, but he just silently walked behind you.

all the time you could feel his presence behind you.

he kept a few meters distance between you, but still wanted to accompany you without you asking him to.

when you arrived at your house, he had already disappeared. but knowing him, he just stood in some dark corner where he can see you, but you can't see him— he just can't be reassured until you arrive safely at the house.

"i just don't understand. i just don't understand him," breathing you let anri accompany you to your room. she came running as soon as you walked in the door and immediately noticed that something was wrong. she saw the scratch with dry blood on it, but as if she suspected it, she didn't address you about it. "he was so mean."

"y/n dear, sometimes men are more complicated than us women. they often have a hard time showing their feelings or revealing something that could make them seem weak and fragile," anri strokes your back, sitting down on your big bed together with you. "i'm sure seishiro didn't mean to hurt you. whether it was here," she points to the small scratch. or here," her finger points to your heart.

anri is really special; she has been around longer than you, but you have never met anyone who knows as much about people as she does.

"i'll leave you to it," she smiles at you, slowly leaving your room.

you can't help but smile a little as well. "thank you, anri, for everything"

she just shakes it off, seeming to really take it for granted. you, on the other hand, couldn't thank her enough.

[...]

a muffled noise wakes you from your sleep, so you open your eyes in agony and sit up. for a few moments, it's completely silent and you think you've imagined everything before the noise comes again.

with your heart beating fast, you look at your window wall, where the balcony door is. but you don't see anything, since the curtains cover everything.

fearfully, you slip out of your bed and walk towards the wall. the noise must come from someone knocking on the windows.

"y/n? are you awake? it's me, seishiro." you hear a muffled voice that immediately calms you down and you put your hand to your chest in relief.

without thinking much, you push the curtains aside, recognizing a darkly dressed figure that quickly turns out to be the white haired.

opening the balcony door, you let him in before you're pulled into a tight embrace.

seishiro's scent hits your nose and his warmth envelops your body, clad only in a nightgown. his arms are wrapped tightly around your middle, pressing you against his strong chest and seemingly unwilling to let you go. "i'm sorry, princess. i didn't mean to hurt you," he breathes into your ear, so that his hot breath hits your auricle and a pleasant goose bump spreads over your skin.

your hands claw into his large hoodie and his face presses against your neck, leaving a few feather-light kisses there. "it's okay," you whisper, running your fingers through his white, soft hair. your hand grabs his and you pull him to your bed, where he lies down next to you after taking off his shoes.

"are you okay?" he asks again, and with an honest look in his eyes, you nod. seishiro sighs in relief and presses his lips almost greedily to yours, as if he needs it to survive.

"but tell me, why did you run away, baby?" you had hoped he wouldn't ask you that, but luck doesn't seem to be on your side.

you don't know what to say, then decide to answer with a counter question — you just have to know.. you have to know at least this, at least just one thing.

"why are you doing it? why are you fighting?" your voice comes out of your mouth meekly.

the boxer laughs harshly, only you don't know that he's afraid to tell you everything. "you get a lot of money" he presses a kiss on your cheek, his hand moves along your side, but before his lips can touch your neck, you push him away.

maybe the whole drama isn't over yet, not by a long shot.

"i don't want you to fight, seishiro." your heart aches as he pulls away from you, jumps jerkily out of your bed while his face has become serious as well, if not irritated.

apparently this is a topic he doesn't like to address but now you're way too into it, won't stop until you know.

"listen, y/n. i don't care about it. i'm don't care about what you want or don't want."