Lock Off (Nagi x reader - A Second Chance Romance)

CHAPTER 23: Resolve

Y/N - 19 Years Old

I woke up with a new feeling of resolve, I gave myself a pep talk in the mirror and steeled my nerves. Today, Nagi will not get under my skin, I chanted that mantra  all the way to my first class. When I reached the stairs for the building, I paused. Standing near the doors looking at his phone was Nagi, 'Oh what the fuck'.

When I started ascending the stairs he looked up and put his phone in his pocket. He gave me a small smile and my eyes narrowed slightly, "good morning" he said quietly. He held out a bag for me to grab and I raised a brow, "is it a bomb?" he shook his head so I grabbed it. Inside was my favorite donut and a note, I looked back at him and asked, "is it poisoned?"

His smiled dropped, "why would it be poisoned?"

"Because I slapped you yesterday" I grabbed the donut to inspect it before putting it back in the bag.

"I deserved the slap so no, it's not poison"

"Hmm. Well, thanks" I muttered while walking passed him, when I heard his footsteps follow me. I sighed, "why are you following me?"

"Making sure you get to class safe" was his response and I rolled my eyes, "i'm good, thanks" but he stayed silent, continuing to follow me.

When I was about to grab the door knob his hand shot out to grab it first and opened the door for me, I looked up at him with one brow raised and he smiled. 'That fucking smile will be the death of me'

"Have a good day"

I nodded then walked in, he watched me for a few seconds before closing the door. He was outside the door when my class finished and he walked me to every one of my classes for the day, opening the door. This went on, like clock work for the rest of the week; telling me "have a good day, enjoy your class, I hope you learn something new." Every day at practice he listened to everything I said and kept his head down. And every morning and afternoon he gave me a bag, filled with my favorite snacks, take out from my favorite places to eat, favorite candy, etc. Every bag also contained a note, I never read any of them but I couldn't bring myself to throw them out. They laid in a pile in my top desk drawer, taunting me every second of the day.

By Friday, I was used to his constant hovering. He never walked to close, didn't cross any boundaries and didn't try to talk to me. He just let me know his presence was there, it was like some fucked up, lazy version of stockholm or something. I still wasn't ready to have the conversation about us but I no longer wanted to set him on fire. Baby steps.

When I walked into my dorm, Saturday afternoon after grocery shopping, Satoru was sitting on my couch scrolling on his phone muttering a "Hey." Just the man, i've been looking for the past few days. I walked up to him, plucked his phone out of his hands and stared him down, "explain."

The look he gave me made him look constipated, "explain what?"

"Don't do that. Explain how Nagi knows my whole class schedule and all my favorites" I glared at him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" he responded with an innocent look.

"Toru, please. I feel like i'm losing my mind, just tell me if you had a hand in this" I begged.

His face straightened and he sighed, "come here" he patted the spot next to him and I sat down.

"Yes, I had a hand in this" he told me.