art and football | nagi s. X reader

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a few days passed since the argument and we haven’t spoken with her. we decided to keep our distance a little for a few days until we all calmed down and gathered our thoughts over the situation properly. she seemed to prefer that, since she didn’t walk up to us or even look our way a single time throughout those few days. i missed her food, and reo had to fight the urge to slap me whenever i expressed that to him.

i couldn’t stop thinking about what she said though.

she thinks that we’re just friends with her because we pity her, is that it?

it’s not at all the case though. i’m not gonna lie, it was something like that at first. however, she grew on us almost immediately. she wasn’t just that one lone girl we decided to adopt into our friend group anymore, she was y/n, an important friend that we all cared for and wanted the best for. i genuinely liked her, which i couldn’t say for a lot of the girls in our school who only fawned over reo because of his wealth. sure, not all the girls were shallow like that, but it was a good amount of them for it to be annoying to constantly witness for sure. i still don’t understand till this day how he can take that…

me and bachira sat down on the grass of the football field, both sulking and sighing every couple 5 minutes. i pulled at the grass in boredom, watching as an ant began climbing on my fingers.

“hey, you two! what are you doing?”

we looked up to see isagi standing over us with a confused expression on his face. he furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of our frowns.

“eh… it’s nothing new for nagi to be frowning and sulking over football, but what’s with you, bachira?” he asked, turning to look at the boy that sat beside me. he put his hands on his face and shook his head.

“i can’t take it anymore! i miss y/n! i’m so sad!” he yelled loudly, making me cover my ears in response.

“me too.” i mumbled, and sighed for the 100th time this hour.

“they’re hopeless, just let them be.” chigiri sighed and reo sweat dropped at our interaction. “get up, we have to practice. we’ll go home early today if you guys want to so bad.”

“fine,” we both said, before standing up on our own feet.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ change pov + time skip

it was more difficult than i thought to return to my routine before i met any of the boys, including reo. i didn't realize that i'd spent so much of my time admiring them play even before the incident where they allowed me in their friend group. but this just meant that it was a lot more difficult to get over them, reo especially. 

the day after nagi told me that reo already liked someone, i cried all day. and then i started crying because my bruises from the earlier beating hurt so much. and then when i went to school, and our argument happened along with me deciding to stop talking with them, i cried even harder when i went home. all of that happened in the span of 3 days.

 i was currently painting in the art club to get away from my problems.

painting and drawing was really nice, it helped me forget all about my issues and problems. it was a way for me to escape and i couldn't stop until i was finished or my hands were too tired to move.

the classroom was empty and i was the only one there, which was nice. i always liked to paint alone and in silence with no one there to judge me.

soon, my thoughts shifted over to the boys. not many days have passed since the argument i had with nagi. i've been avoiding them since, and i was thankful that they weren't putting any effort in forcing me to talk with them either. it felt like they gave up on me, which made me both sad and happy. sad, i guess because i was attached to them. happy because... i could return to the loner that i once was. it was fun while it lasted, but i don't think i'm ever going to be able to have a normal relationship because of my family.

"y/n?"

i jolted up at the sudden call of my name, and turned around to see a girl standing at the door of the art club. i hadn't heard her walking over here and upon closer inspection, i realized that it was a member of the art club.

"o-oh, hi." i said, before turning back to my painting. i heard her enter the room and place down her bag on the floor.

"hey. what are you doing here? you're usually with reo and his friends." she asked, walking up to me. i felt her presence beside me as she stared down at my painting. i kicked my feet back and forth nervously, the chair i'd been sitting on was long enough for my feet not to touch the ground.

"oh... well... i'm not doing that for a while..." i mumbled, dipping my brush into the oil paint before resuming my painting.

"hm? why? i thought you guys were good friends." she asked, taking a seat near me before bringing out her sketchbook. i looked up from my painting and stared at her warily. what was with her sudden interest in my life? usually the members of the art club rarely spoke with me outside of club matters. they never even asked me about reo when i first started hanging out with him, but now she's suddenly interested when i'm no longer talking with them?

"it's nothing." i sighed, and turned back to my painting.

"huh? really? i don't believe that." she said, and i bit my lip nervously before staying quiet. i decided to pretend i didn't hear her, as rude as it might be. i just didn't have anything to say to her regarding the boys. i also didn't want rumors to spread about them. we might not be talking anymore, but i still like them and i wouldn't wish anything bad on them.

"soo?" she began, looking at me. "you can tell me. i'm not going to tell anyone. i'm really just curious; you guys seemed close..."

i sighed in frustration again. "it's really nothing! nothing happened!" i snapped, making her previous smile tug downwards.

"you're really rude. i wanted to give you a chance to see if the rumors were true." she retorted, glaring my way and i sunk back into my chair.

an awkward silence took over us, and i decided that i couldn't draw anymore due to her obvious staring. i hopped off my chair and began packing my things in silence. i heard her click her tongue in annoyance, making my anxiety increase. 

after cleaning my paint brushes and putting my things away, i covered my painting with the blank sheet before quietly leaving the classroom in disappointment. i wanted to work on the painting for longer, it wasn't even close to the time i'd usually go home either.

there's no reason for me to go home this time. i'll probably only lock myself up in my room and listen to my parents arguing and berating. ugh... all of this just because she wouldn't leave me alone. i gripped my bag tightly in frustration and sucked in a deep breath.

i guess i could just study for the test tomorrow in the library instead then.