Blue Lock oneshots (Bllk x [Y/n])

N. Seishiro- Jumpscare°•°•°

Idea of the scenario :

Inspiration : Found on Pinterest— "my bf fell asleep in the living room so i went to the room and fell asleep tell me whyyyy this mf was up at 5 am standing at the foot of the bed w the blanket wrapped around him in the dark talking bout "why you left me in there by myself" i almost pissed myself."

[Y/n] came back to their shared apartment and Nagi had fell asleep in the living room on the couch so she went to their shared room and slept there, not wanting to wake him up.

But then Nagi was up at 5 am standing at the foot of the bed with the blanket wrapped around him in the dark talking about "why she left him in the living room by himself".

[Y/n] almost pissed herself as she didn't expect her bf to be whining at their bed like that, he scared her for a moment.

The oneshot :

[Y/n] finally made it back to the apartment after a day so long she couldn't even remember what her first class had been about.

Her backpack felt like it was filled with bricks, her brain was mush and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and disappear for a good, solid 8 or even 10 hours.

As she opened the door and tiptoed into the living room, there he was : her incredibly tall, hopelessly lazy boyfriend, Nagi, sprawled out on the couch in the exact same position he'd probably been in since noon.

He was knocked out cold, lying there like a lanky starfish, his mouth open, with a blanket barely clinging to the edge of his shoulder. A half-eaten bag of chips lay abandoned on the floor next to him.

What am I gonna do with him... She thought exasperatedly.

[Y/n] chuckled softly, shaking her head. She knew Nagi's "lazy spells" could be powerful but even for him, passing out this early on the couch was impressive.

She thought about waking him up but he looked so peaceful (and, honestly, a little hilarious) with one arm dangling over the edge of the couch and a single sock missing.

So, instead, she tiptoed past him, careful not to step on any stray chip crumbs, not feeling like cleaning this mess and slipped quietly into their bedroom.

She crawled under the covers, snuggling in and let herself sink into sleep.

Finally... peace.

Hours later, in the dim, pre-dawn light, [Y/n] stirred, sensing something strange. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting in the darkness, and then froze.

There, looming at the foot of the bed, stood a tall hunched figure wrapped in a blanket like a ghostly apparition.

She let out a small yelp. "Aaaah !"

The hell is this abomination...?!

For a terrifying moment, her brain could barely process what she was seeing. Was it some sort of intruder ? A spirit ? Had she accidentally summoned a 190 cm specter with bad posture ?

Then the figure spoke and her heart lurched.

"[Y/nnnnnnnn]..." Came a slow dramatic whisper.