Fantasist • Blue Lock Oneshots

♡ Game of Hearts ♡ Nagi

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gn!reader x nagi

angst

no au

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You stand outside Seishiro's apartment, clutching your phone tightly, staring at the door that you've stood in front of countless times before. You've lost count of how many times you've been here, how many times you've knocked, confessed, and waited for something-anything-from him. But each time, it's the same.

"Seishiro," you whisper to yourself, your voice barely audible in the quiet hallway. "I'm done."

You think back to all those times you bared your heart to him, hoping for some kind of response, something more than his usual lethargic indifference. You've known Seishiro for years now, seen his talent on the field, marveled at his innate skill. But off the field, he's just... Seishiro. Lazy, detached, indifferent. A guy more interested in his phone and video games than anything-or anyone-else.

"Seishiro, I like you," you told him, your voice steady but your heart thudding hard in your chest. You waited for any kind of reaction, any flicker of surprise, but there was nothing.

He leaned against the wall of the school courtyard, hand tucked into his pockets, his eyes fixed on his phone screen. His fingers tapped lazily as he plays another game. "Mm. That's cool, I guess."

You blinked, staring at him, waiting for more-anything more-but that was all you get. Just a mumbled, half-interested reply.

"That's it? That's all you have to say?" You could hear the frustration creeping into your voice, but Seishiro just shrugged, never looking away from his phone.

"Dunno. What do you want me to say?" His voice was monotone, as if you just asked him the most boring question in the world.

You grit your teeth. You've tried so many times, and every time, it's the same. A part of you always believed that if you kept pushing, kept trying, maybe he'd wake up and see how much you care. Maybe he'd notice how often you're there for him, cheering him on from the sidelines, waiting for him after practice.

"Why do I even bother?" you mutter under your breath as you turn away from the door. This time, you won't knock. This time, you won't wait for him to look up from his phone and give you that same half-hearted response.

You walk away, heart heavy, but lighter than it's felt in weeks. You're tired. Tired of chasing someone who never bothers to chase you back.

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You're not sure how many days pass before Seishiro realizes something's different. He sits in his usual spot at school, sprawled out with his phone in hand, eyes glazed over as he scrolls through whatever game he's obsessed with at the moment. Usually, you'd be there, sitting beside him, pestering him about his next game, asking about his training, teasing him with your latest confession.

But today? Today you're nowhere to be seen.

"Hmm," Seishiro mutters, flicking his eyes up briefly. He scans the room, lazily looking for you. But you're not there. He shrugs, assuming you're just running late, and goes back to his game.