art and football | nagi s. X reader

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when i returned home that day, i hid the jacket deep inside my closet, not wanting my parents to see it. they'd probably think i spent money on it, and giving it's expensive quality, they'd definitely flip out on me. it's not something i wanna risk. i want the memories and emotion i'll associate with it to only be nice and warm, just like how i feel when i'm with my friends.

school the next few days was normal, excluding the boy's anticipation and excitement over the upcoming match they had against some school (which name i'd forgotten, despite them stressing it over to me multiple times. i just didn't have the heart to ask again for the hundredth time).

i sat on my desk, staring at nagi whom lied his head on top of his, with a notebook sitting up before him and covering him from the teacher, saving him the lecture he'd receive for napping in class. beside him was reo, attentively listening to the teacher and noting down information on his textbook every few seconds. the contrast between the two was pretty funny, still they were good friends.

soon, class ended, and we were off on our merry way, to the football field where we'd meet up with the other boys. as we walked, i couldn't help but notice reo's relentless teasing to nagi. it was a lot more than usual, and it embarrassed the taller boy to the core.

"do you have any art projects to work on?" reo suddenly asked, now turning to me. i stared at him warily, before shrugging my shoulders. "technically... but the wind today wouldn't let me keep the canvas in one place." i responded quietly, making him hum in response.

when we reached the field, we saw the rest of the boys already playing together, with all of their stuff at the benches. nagi and reo left to the changing room meanwhile i sat on the said bench, picking the school bags they thoughtlessly tossed to the ground and placing them beside me. i was also happy to see chigiri playing, since it's not always he joins. i've tried to ask before, but he's never opened up to me. it makes me think that there's more to it than what first meets the eye.

with my notebook in hand, i began sketching random things that caught my eye, occasionally stealing glances at the boys whenever i'd heard one of them groan in pain or cheer loudly in victory.

the wind was warm, indicating the upcoming summer, and I couldn't wait, as much as I dreaded it.

for me, summer means many things, and I hope that what I associate it with will change, now that I have my friends.

still, summer was my least favorite season, as much as I loved it's perks; no school, you can go to the beach, there's no need to wear annoying jackets everywhere, flowers are blooming and birds are chirping...

however, no school meant that I was home more often.

being home more often means I can't escape the abuse.

the worst abuse I've experienced had always been in the summer.

I still remember being a kid, stuck at home with nothing to do or anywhere to go, because my parents were too overprotective to let me hang outside without their supervision.

"are you okay?"

i quickly snapped out of my phase upon hearing chigiri's voice from beside me. i snapped my head to him with wide eyes, seeing him tilt his head in confusion.

"w-what?" i stuttered out, blinking.

"you were staring off at the distance with a sad look on your face." he responded, crossing his arms.

"o-oh, no it's nothing. sorry to worry you..." i shook my head, and he nodded.

" if you're feeling under the weather, you should drink some water to freshen up in the changing rooms."