art and football | nagi s. X reader

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"you should take my room."

i looked up from my bag which i was searching through on the floor, to see nagi towering over me with an almost emotionless expression on his face. he was very good at hiding how he felt, and most of the time it was difficult for me to read his face. his bored and almost monotone voice didn't help with that either, but i learnt not to take offense or to grow upset over his lack of display of interest or emotion– the little things mattered a lot more when dealing with him.

"your room?" i asked, slightly baffled at his suggestion.

"yeah, you should stay in my room until further notice. i have no problem with sleeping on the couch."

sometimes it makes me want to laugh a little at the contrast of his uncaring and aloof expression and kind and considerate words.

"only if that's ok with you. i don't mind taking the couch either." i shook my head, and he shrugged.

"just take it. i don't really mind."

my face lit up as i nodded.

"thank you. you've been very nice to me." i said, unable to help the giddy smile from forming. "i don't know what i would've done without you."

he tilted his head away, as if embarrassed he rubbed the back of his head.

"you did too. er... i mean, you also helped me." he said, stumbling over his words a little. "like, i feel like i kinda changed as a person 'cause of you. in a good way, so thanks."

i blinked, surprised at his words. "r-really? like how?"

he still didn't look at me, and instead shoved his hands in his pockets before heaving a sigh. "i dunno. the other's said i've grown softer and shit."

"i'm glad i was able to do something for you, then. you've done so much for me!"

"huh?" he spoke, before finally turning to look at me. he appeared surprise by the way his eyes widened, "you've done a lot for me too. i was an absolute loser before meeting you."

"huh? you think so?" i said, blinking in surprise. "i never thought you were a loser. i thought... you were... like, a cool guy. you're popular; we're polar opposites..." i felt my cheeks warming up in embarrassment from my words. "i was the loser!"

nagi tilted his head, before taking a seat on the bed while i had to fight the urge to shove my face in my bag and suffocate to death.

"huh? no you weren't."

i sweat dropped.

"...i was. i mean... i never spoke with anyone, and i was alone,,, that stuff, y'know?"

"oh. but i never really thought of you as a loser? just a shy classmate."

i blinked.

"everyone considered me that, though. or at least those that heard about the rumors."

"i never believed in those. i knew it couldn't have been true after i spoke with you that day when you were spying on reo on the field."

he said it so calmly, but the mention of that day made my face explode in red as i quickly waved my hands around.

"d-don't mention that! a-and i wasn't spying... i was just... um... watching... 'cause.... yea...."

he chuckled softly, as i rubbed my face in embarrassment.

"you were so anxious back then. i knew those rumors about you couldn't have been true."

"i-i still am... with everyone... i've just grown used to you." i mumbled. "a-and don't talk about that past! my crush on reo was so embarrassing..."