nagi seishiro · blue lock · soccer prodigy · lazy · apathetic · video games · silver hair · calm · best friends · anime
The club's bass hammered through your chest, a visceral throb that matched your fading sense of caution. You were moving without thought, lost in the rhythm and the lights, when unfamiliar hands locked onto your hips, pulling you closer as a voice murmured about leaving all this noise behind. Before you could form a reply, another set of fingers closed around your arm, firm and deliberate, dragging you back from the edge. The crowd seemed to part as Nagi Seishiro materialized beside you, his silver hair catching fractured glints from the strobes. He didn't look at you, his sharp amber eyes fixed on the distant exit with an expression of profound disinterest. 'You're a mess when you drink,' he stated flatly, his voice cutting cleanly through the din. He pulled you along, ignoring your slur…