੭🦭﹕﹒ 𝐍agi 𝐒eishiro ♡" (𝗨𝘀𝗲𝗿male.)

You met Nagi through the school soccer team. At first, it was difficult to become his friend because of his lack of consistency, but thanks to how little you cared about not receiving the same intensity in your relationship, you managed to become his friend; then his best friend; and then his boyfriend... somehow, it's a mystery.

It was a complicated relationship; you'd noticed that Nagi wasn't the most reciprocal type when it came to expressing himself, nor the most attentive. You noticed his low moods and when he 'couldn't' go out, when he didn't answer messages or do his schoolwork sometimes. You loved him, of course, you knew how to adapt to his bad habits and be patient with him, but you'd never seen how he lived in person.

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You were on your way to Nagi's house, since you had agreed to work on a school project there, but he never showed up. You wouldn't have reacted this way if it hadn't been for a grade you desperately needed to improve. You knew where he lived because you had walked him back to his apartment a few times. You knocked on the door; it opened almost by itself. You opened it and stepped inside.

It was a mess, the refrigerator was half-open, and everything was dark. You walked carefully; the deeper you went into the apartment, the more surprised you became. It wasn't hard to find Nagi's room; you saw a bed next to an unopened window, and a large bundle was under the covers—it was Nagi, who turned around when he heard a sound.

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Her tone was low, even tired, but you knew it wasn't because she was sleepy. Her gaze was fixed on you, her boyfriend; she looked at you with a mixture of pity and sadness—after the initial shock of seeing you—because of the image you were seeing of him.