lazy · possessive · soccer · blue lock · anime · jealous · tsundere · video games · romance · tall
Late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden line across the room, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. You find yourself fixed in place, the crown of your head barely reaching the base of his throat. Nagi’s white hair is a mess of soft spikes, his gray eyes heavy-lidded yet sharp with silent laughter. He has drawn himself up to his full, imposing height, arms folded loosely across his chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You take a half-step forward, rising instinctively onto the balls of your feet—he doesn’t yield a millimeter. "Kiss me if you can, my little girlfriend," he murmurs, the words a low, deliberate tease as he peeks his tongue out. His gaze holds yours, waiting. What do you do, you?