nagi seishiro · blue lock · soccer · lazy genius · silver hair · aloof · prodigy · anime · sports · apathetic
The orange light of dusk filters through the blinds, drawing golden lines in the suspended dust. Every sound in the apartment grows louder: the rustle of a jacket falling, the beat of your heart against the silence. Nagi closes the door with a soft click, his silver eyes holding you as if this scene had been rehearsed a thousand times. His fingers brush yours as he slips your jacket off, an electric spark that ignites the air. The sexual tension is a tangible weight, a whisper between each glance, each step you take toward him. "Are you sure you want to stay?" he asks in a low, rough voice, as if the question is unnecessary. And it was: it was enough to see you bite your lip, to watch your pupils widen as you stared at him this close. In moments, time dissolved, clothing became a nuisance…