art and football | nagi s. X reader

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i sat inbetween reo and bachira, who were grinning widely and bumping me with their elbows. i sat completely frozen from embarrassment, while nagi who was sitting across me let out an exasperated sigh.

"you guys are being annoying." he complained, leaning his head on the palm of his hand.

"we just wanna know! it ain't fair to keep secrets from your friends." reo responded, turning his attention to nagi instead and making me sigh in relief.

"fine. we're dating. there, happy?"

"i'm so proud of you, y/n! i told you!" bachira smiled, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tight. i felt my cheeks warming up as i nodded against his arms.

"told her?" nagi asked, sitting up straight.

"yes, we're the ones who told her to go for it." chigiri nodded.

"oh, thanks."

"why didn't you confess, though?"

"i didn't see any necessity in it." nagi shrugged, making his friends sigh.

"what? okay, i don't feel like trying to wrap my head around your logic. it'll make my brain explode." reo muttered.

"class should be starting soon, let's go." isagi said, standing up from his seat. we all nodded and left the bench to our respective classrooms.

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walking home from school today was nicer than usual, because nagi offered to walk me home.

i can't believe he's my boyfriend now.

what does that even mean?!

we're dating. so we're together.

what do people who are dating even do? how different is it from being friends?! i've never had a boyfriend before, or anyone that likes me so much that they want to be my number one. it makes me nervous, like i don't want him to feel disappointed once he gets to know me and i don't end up being the girl he really likes.

"hey, what's wrong? you're frowning."

i jumped in surprise, before turning to look at nagi who was already staring at me. he had his bag slung over his shoulder, and his other hand was holding his turned off phone.

"o-oh, it's nothing!" i quickly responded, waving my hands around.

he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "don't tell me you're overthinking."

i froze in surprise, and he sighed.

"talk to me about it then. we're dating now, so you can depend on me with your issues and concerns." he said, and i nodded shyly.

"you can read me like an open book." i mumbled.

"of course i can. you're my girlfriend."

i felt my heart skipping a beat at his words.

"ok... and it's... it's just that i've never had a boyfriend before, even a male friend. i don't know what to do and i wouldn't want to disappoint you." i muttered, burrying my face in my hands.

"i haven't either. i don't really get along with most girls." he shrugged. "but don't worry too much. it'll be fine. when have i ever judged you?"

i felt my lips curving into a smile as i nodded. "thank you nagi."

"sure." he responded, before stuffing his pocket with his phone and moving to hold my hand. i interwined our fingers and squeezed his hand, feeling warmth forming in my chest.

"call me by my first name by the way, since we're dating now."

i nodded, feeling giddy and fuzzy inside from his affection. i couldn't believe this was really happening.

"okay, seishiro." i said, smiling dumbly.

we walked together in comfortable silence after that and enjoyed the chilly air blowing against our school uniforms and hair. it was growing a little colder and darker, and the streets were beginning to empty up from people. still, i didn't feel that cold or unsafe because i had nagi by my side.

soon, we arrived at my apartment complex and we were forced to split up. i let go of his hand and he gave me a quick wave.

"seeya tomorrow, text me if you need anything." he said, and i nodded, giving him a quick wave as well.

"goodnight!" i said, watching as he slowly walked off to catch the next bus.

eh... if he walks that slow he's just gonna miss it.. isn't he?

i shrugged, before turning around and rushing inside.

the nostalgic smell of the dusty and old apartment complex interior made my stomach churn. i hated this smell, it reminded me of bad things that happened in the past.

anything to do with home did, actually.

with dread, i unlocked the door and stepped inside, removing my shoes and throwing my school bag on the floor. i was surprised to see both my father and mothers shoes set near the front door.

usually my dad returns home really late, it's unusual for him to be home so early. but it never is a good thing.

i passed by the living room, seeing my father sitting on the couch and watching football on the TV. my eyes lingered on his still and quiet figure for a couple of seconds. the curtains were pulled over the windows, making the room dark and the only light source the TV.

a hand gripping my arm and pulling me away snapped me out of my phase, and i realized it was my mother. she dragged me to the kitchen, where the pot was boiling. she seems to have been cooking when i came back.

"don't bother him. he's not in a good mood." she explained quietly, before pointing at the onions on the cutboard. "help me cook."

"wait, i just wanna change out of my school clothes." i said, pulling myself out of her tight grip. she stared at me quietly before sighing and turning away from me.

i quietly went inside my room and changed out of my uniform and into some spare comfortable pajamas i had lying around. i glanced at my phone, seeing a couple notifications from the boy's group chat "it's getting messi". it's a corny name, and i soon learnt that bachira was the one who enforced and insisted on it.

everyone else hate it, apparently.

when i heard my mother calling my name, i threw my phone on top of my bed and exit my room.

i was quiet when i felt another presence near me, one that didn't belong to my mom.
i didn't want to look into his eyes, so i didn't.

the sound coming from the football match in the TV sounded in the distance as he dragged me off by my hair.