art and football | nagi s. X reader

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days have passed since i walked the girl to the gate late at night. i remember wondering why she was at school so late, but i forgot to ask from tiredness. whatever, i haven't interacted with her after that so it doesn't really matter. reo still thinks i might have the hots for her just because i asked him about her that one time, which is ironic giving the fact that she's literally crushing on him. out of respect for her, i didn't expose her secret.

if she wants to get her heart broken she can go ahead... i already warned her. sigh...

i almost feel bad though, because the very few times we interacted i could tell that she was just very... anxious and shy. i couldn't see or feel any of the "oh she's so looking down on us" vibe that all the rumors accused her of.

whatever... thinking 'bout this kinda stuff is so bothersome.

i groaned in boredom, leaning my head against my desk.

god ... when will this class end? i'm so tired... all i can think about is the new time limited event in my favourite game. i just wanna go home... every passing second feels like hours.

a tap to my shoulder caught my attention and there i saw my teacher glaring down at me with a disappointed expression on his face, although i couldn't quite care less. if he kicks me outta the classroom that'll only be in my favour... please... please..!

"nagi! no sleeping in class! sit up straight." he huffed, before moving back to the front of the class. with a groan, i pushed my body off of my desk and sat up with the worst ever posture imaginable.

i really couldn't be bothered right now...

not even 2 minutes had passed before i collapsed back on the desk again. i don't understand why my teachers are so bothered by me sleeping in class if i'm scoring the highest in my tests anyways.

a ring sounded, symbolizing school finally ending. i felt the energy surging through my veins as i quickly sat up, perfect posture and all.

reo let out a chuckle at the sight, making me turn to him with a grumpy face. "oi... watch what you're laughing at..."

"you're so easy to read." he laughed, packing his notebook in his backpack. "c'mon, practice time or else isagi's gonna get on our asses again. you wouldn't want him to release bachira on you now, would you?"

"no way dude..." i groaned, lazily pushing my books into my open bag before standing up.

he let out another laugh before beginning to exit the classroom. i pushed my chair into my desk, and a short familiar figure caught my attention.

y/n, with her bag held tightly in her hands, rushed past me and out of the classroom. i watched her short figure disappearing in the crowd of students. the smell of flowers and vanilla was quick to enter my nostrils when she passed me.

"nagi, snap outta it dumbass! time for football!" reo yelled, making me turn to him.

"coming."

₊˚⊹ ᰔ change of pov

i wasn't able to watch the boys play for long before i returned to my own club. i couldn't stay back for as long as i did last time because my parents were very upset when i did, even when i gave them the excuse that i was studying to death in the library... which is no surprise giving how strict they were.

no matter what consequenses i face though, i never learn and i always lose track of time. but this time i'm going to try and not get too caught up while painting.

i thought back on reo and his friends in the field.

they're really good. i learnt a bit about football the other day out of sheer curiousity and i finally found myself understanding their gameplay bits by bits. it made watching reo even more enjoyable and i began kind of understanding how truly good they were. apparently, they'd defeated schools that often attended nationals which is amazing.

a couple girls joined this time, which didn't bother me. if anything, i appreciated them because the attention wouldn't be on me at all then. they sat with chigiri in the benches and either conversed with him or cheered on the boys that were playing.

sometimes i do kind of wish that i was one of those girls. pretty, good grades and nice homes. they've got everything going for them. it makes me wonder how some people could be so blessed. i couldn't even imagine a life with half what they have or experience.

... there's no use being jealous. it only makes me feel worse than i do.

i dipped my paintbrush in water before wiping it on my apron then dipping it in paint. the theme of the drawing this time would be a girl with no face, drowning in a coffin of flowers. i made sure to make purple the center color of the drawing, which may or may not be a reference to my crush. of course it's not something anyone else needs to know about.

art club is often quiet, sometimes one of my club members would play some cozy music while we all drew, or spoke quiet conversations among each other which i didn't include myself in of course.

even if i wanted to or tried, i could never find opportunities to insert myself in conversations. what would i even say? what do others expect from me? what if i don't reach those expectations? will they think i'm weird?

anyway, that doesn't really matter. the more i focus on things like these the more i ruin my peace that i find while drawing.