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𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢

❝𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢❞

Training with Team V is... a mess. No, scratch that—it's chaos. Everyone has their own way of doing things, and by "everyone," I mostly mean me and Reo. Nagi? He couldn't care less.

Reo's barking out orders like he's a drill sergeant, pacing around while you, Zantetsu, and Nagi are scattered across the field. Zantetsu, bless his heart, is sprinting at full speed for no apparent reason, while you're stretching your legs, trying to feel out the space with a bit of dribbling. Nagi? Nagi is lying flat on his back on the artificial grass that is the turf, staring up at the ceiling like he's trying to solve the mysteries of the universe.

"Alright, Nagi, come on, get up," Reo groans, jogging over to him and nudging him with his foot. "We're supposed to be a team."

Nagi doesn't move. "Training is a hassle."

You smirk from where you're dribbling, bouncing the ball lightly between your feet. "Nagi, if you don't get up, I'll kick the ball at you."

Nagi turns his head, squinting. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would."

Reo sighs, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Why am I even surprised?"

You chuckle and make your way over, lightly flicking the ball in Nagi's direction. It's not even a hard kick, just enough to nudge him. The ball taps his shoulder, and he groans dramatically.

"Fine, fine," he mutters, finally sitting up. "You're annoying."

Reo shakes his head. "You're welcome."

But the minute Nagi stands, it's clear that whatever energy he's using to stand is about the limit of what he's willing to expend. He picks up the ball with his foot, lazily flicks it into the air, and starts doing a slow round of keepie-uppie. His movements are effortless, but you can tell he's half-asleep doing it.

"You could try at least a little harder," you say, walking over and stopping beside him.

Nagi glances down at you. "Why? This is enough."

Before you can respond, Reo steps in, spinning the ball on his finger and giving you a grin. "Don't mind him. We'll get him moving eventually. I've got enough energy for both of us."

You raise an eyebrow. "That sounds like a challenge."

Reo laughs, then moves in close—closer than he probably needs to be—but there's something playful in his expression. "Think you can keep up with me?"

There's a flicker of heat between you two, but it's subtle, buried under the competitiveness. You nudge him back, shoulders brushing. "I'm pretty sure I can do more than keep up."

He tilts his head, grinning. "We'll see."

Nagi, still watching, clicks his tongue. "You two are exhausting."

You glance over at him and toss the ball his way. "Let's get him moving, Reo. I'll pass, you press."

Reo nods, and for a second, you think you feel a spark of genuine excitement in his presence. The two of you start a passing drill, and as soon as the ball reaches Nagi, Reo closes in on him, forcing Nagi to move faster than his usual lethargic pace.

Nagi dodges effortlessly, though he's clearly doing the bare minimum. "This is a pain."

"You're just lazy," you tease, dribbling toward him.

He flicks the ball up, casually avoiding you. "I prefer efficient."

You narrow your eyes at him, feeling the competitive edge creeping in. "Alright, let's see how efficient you really are."

The game between the three of you picks up in intensity, with you and Reo passing back and forth, trying to outplay Nagi. He might not be into it, but the moment he's forced to move, his skill shows. It's infuriating how effortless it is for him, like he's hardly trying, yet you can't seem to catch him.

At one point, you manage to trap the ball, smirking at Nagi as he lazily eyes you. "Got you now."

Nagi yawns. "Doubt it."

And just like that, he flicks the ball past you with some ridiculous backheel trick. You don't even see it coming. Reo laughs from the sidelines, watching you try to recover.

"That's Nagi for you," Reo calls out, jogging over to stand beside you. "He's impossible to catch when he actually moves."

You let out a breath, shaking your head in disbelief. "Yeah, well, he better keep moving, or I'll make him."

Nagi shrugs, walking over. "You guys are too serious."

Reo steps forward, grinning as he leans in close, his voice low enough that only you can hear. "Not bad for your first day with us. But don't worry—I'll show you how we really do things in Team V."

The teasing lilt in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, but before you can respond, Nagi interrupts.

"Can we stop now? I'm tired."

Reo rolls his eyes, and you laugh, the tension broken. "Maybe later, Nagi. You've got to work off that nap."

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After the grueling training session, or rather, your grueling session while Nagi halfheartedly participated, you're all sprawled out on the floor of the common room. It's quiet, the adrenaline fading, and exhaustion settling in.

Nagi is the first to give up on anything resembling productivity, his back against the wall and his eyes already half-closed. "I'm napping," he declares simply, like it's the most natural next step.

Reo groans, stretching his arms over his head before flopping down next to him. "Yeah, same. You're a bad influence, Nagi."

You snicker, leaning against the wall on Nagi's other side. "You're both weak."

Reo nudges you with his elbow. "Says the one who's about to fall asleep too."

"Not yet," you reply, though your eyelids are already feeling heavy. Momo curls up near your feet, providing some extra warmth. You idly reach down to pet him, feeling his soft fur beneath your fingers.

Nagi, eyes now completely shut, slouches further down until his head is resting on your shoulder. "Don't get too loud."

You blink in surprise, but you don't push him off. Instead, you glance over at Reo, who's already lying back with his hands behind his head, smirking. "Told you, he's contagious," Reo says, stifling a yawn before he rolls over slightly, his head brushing against your other shoulder.

You feel like you should say something sarcastic, something to remind them both that you're not a pillow—but the warmth of their presence, the quietness of the room, and the rhythm of their breathing makes it hard to resist. Slowly, you let yourself relax, the tension in your muscles fading away.

"Just don't drool on me," you mumble sleepily, eyes drifting shut.

Reo laughs softly, the sound muffled as he settles in closer. "No promises."

And just like that, the three of you huddle together in a tangled mess of exhaustion, half-asleep, sharing the calm after a long day. It's not romantic or profound—it's just comfortable.