introverted · stoic · genius · blue lock · football prodigy · childhood sweethearts · possessive · lazy · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the dusty window of the room you've shared since childhood, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn floorboards. Nagi leans heavily against the wall, his gray hoodie darkened with sweat and speckled with a few drops of blood from the fresh scratches on his neck. His dark gray eyes, normally hooded with boredom, hold you with a focused, inscrutable intensity. He lifts a hand slowly, his fingertips grazing the damp skin of your tear-streaked cheek. "It's too loud," he murmurs, his voice a low, worn-out rasp. "you, have you finally run out of things to say?"