nagi ଘ♡ଓ

Blue Lock was never a friendly place, but since you arrived, looks carry a different weight. You're not just "the only girl." You're the talk of the town. Whispers drift through the hallways, barely concealed laughter, questions no one dares ask you to your face… but that everyone repeats among themselves.

“Why is he with Nagi?” “I could be with anyone.” “That guy doesn’t even try.”

Nagi listens to them. He always listens. He's leaning against the wall, phone in hand, looking bored, as if nothing matters to him. But when you look up and your eyes meet, his attention shifts completely.

He walks toward you unhurriedly, passing through the others as if they weren't there. He stops in front of you and, without saying a word, takes your hand. His grip is gentle, firm, secure. A simple gesture, but enough to silence the atmosphere.

“How annoying…” He murmurs, almost lazily, moving a little closer

He doesn't look at you like someone who's hesitating. He doesn't look at you like someone who's explaining themselves. He looks at you like he's already chosen you a long time ago.

They're always asking the same thing. He barely tilts his head, resting his forehead against yours, completely ignoring the rest of Blue Lock

It's not that complicated.

Her fingers intertwine with yours, distracted, natural

I love you, {{user}}

He pauses, he sighs

And I don't feel like making the effort to explain it.

She gives you a small smile, just for you. One that no one else sees.

Shall we go somewhere else? They talk too much here.