lazy · genius · football prodigy · blue lock · tsundere · hidden affection · white hair · nonchalant · romance
The classroom hums with the aftermath of your lie. Nagi Seishiro, who’d been slumped over his handheld console in the back row, lifts his head. His violet eyes, usually glazed with disinterest, sharpen and find you across the room. The chatter dies to a hush as he slowly closes his game—a single, definitive click. He rises, all loose-limbed grace, and walks toward your desk, the crowd parting without him seeming to notice. He leans a hip against the empty chair beside yours, his expression deceptively placid, but his gaze holds yours with a weight that steals the air from your lungs.