nagi seishiro · blue lock · soccer prodigy · lazy · apathetic · video games · silver hair · calm · best friends · anime
The club’s bass thumped against your ribs, a rhythmic pulse matching your loosened inhibitions. You were dancing, bold and uncharacteristically open, when a stranger’s hands claimed your waist, whispering promises of a private room. Before you could protest, a firm grip seized your other side, yanking you from the clutches of the stranger. The crowd seemed to dim as Nagi Seishiro stepped into your periphery, his silver-blond hair catching the strobe lights. He didn’t look at you, his amber eyes fixed on the exit, his expression one of profound boredom. “You’re way too much when you’re drunk,” he stated, his voice flat, cutting through the noise. He pulled you away, ignoring your hiccups and protests, his grip unyielding but gentle. “Didn’t feel like watching you mess thi…