Staring Problem Nagi Seishiro

staring problem ￤ nagi seishiro

cw : none!

a/n : i wrote this on a late plane ride back home from vacation, so i apologize if it literally makes no sense lmao but i just wanted to write sumn for this headcanon i have of him

( april 19 — 1:31pm )

you never considered yourself to be overly anxious or paranoid, though right now, you felt like you were being watched.

actually, not even only now have you felt like this. throughout the day you felt as if a pair of eyes have been boring into you, watching your every breath and move.

you tried addressing the issue to your friends, but they told you they haven’t noticed anyone being weird around you nor anyone lingering around you. this just made the unnerving feeling worse, since not even your friends, who are with you all the time, could notice it.

here you were, sitting in your 5th period literature class taking down notes in your notebook. you were zoned into the lesson, when again, you felt a pair of eyes staring at you.

placing down your pen quietly, you subtly looked behind you on both sides of your body. your eyes scanned the room but saw nobody looking particularly suspicious, just some girls passing notes, and a guy with white hair resting his chin down comfortably on his crossed arms atop the desk.

that guy…you’re pretty sure his name is nagi seishiro. he was in a couple of your other classes throughout the day, like your art class, math, anatomy, phys ed, japanese history…actually he’s in every class of yours.

you made heavy eye contact with him. his grey-blue eyes lazily stared at you, he almost made you feel slightly intimidated, though that feeling quickly went away when you really inspected his eyes.

they looked so bored.

i mean, you don’t blame him— no one likes literature. you just took the class for the gpa boost, then that gets you wondering why he took the class.

your questions disappear as nagi sticks his tongue out at you. it was barely noticeable, as he only let a tiny bit stick out.

your eyebrows knit together in confusion, and you squint your eyes to affirm if he’s actually sticking his tongue out like a child.

he was.

you giggled quietly at him, sheepishly shaking your head at his little action. he lifted his head from his arms at your smile.

he continued to stare at your face even as your giggles died down. you turn around to face the teacher and their lesson once more, picking up your pen to continue your note taking.

there it was again, the feeling of someone staring at you. only this time, you didn’t feel paranoid. it almost makes you feel giddy, instead.

nagi couldn’t even suppress the small smile that adorned his lips.

he hadn’t noticed he’d been staring at you all throughout the day. he knew he had a staring problem, reo mikage, his best friend, loved to point out the blank stare he tends to give people when he’s either tired or found something of interest.

though it’s known that nagi seishiro is always caught dozing off or seems to be in a tired state continuously, he can’t even deny the fact that he’s been staring because he found you interesting.

he notices you, obviously, since he’s in all of your classes. though, it wasn’t until the other day, he noticed you secretly playing one of his favorite mobile games during you guys’ shared math class when you piqued his interest.

obviously you were not on his level, though he would consider you rather decent at the game.

ever since he noticed the common interest, he just found his eyes naturally gravitating in your direction. even reo has been noticing the snowy haired boy’s lingering gaze that rested on you whenever they passed by you in the hallways or cafeteria.

“just go talk to her, man,” reo would say after catching his best friends eyes wandering in your direction and not paying attention to the field in front of him.

nagi gave the same reply everytime, “that’s too much work…”

so instead, he continued to do what he did best, stare.

©megururus april 21, 2023

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relax love ￤ anri teieri

cw : this is a wlw oneshot so if ur for some reason uncomfortable with that then leave!! anri has no shirt on at some point, but nothing suggestive!! teeth rotting fluff!!

a/n : this is for my gf and future wife, anri bc i love her sm, and she doesn’t get enough love🫶🫶 this also basically a bday post but i’m not gonna label it as that since it’s not the focus of this one shot!!

( august 17 — 9:58pm )

you knew anri had usually worked quite late work days, doing god knows what for ego, and his blue lock project. her usual arrival time home was about 8:30 in the night, but right now she was nearing the one hour late mark.

you began to grow nervous, confused and worried as to why your girlfriend was not answering your texts nor your calls. you took one big, deep breathe, telling yourself that there could be many reasons as to why she is not home at the moment.

these reasons come as;

1. ego forced her to stay back and do extra paperwork.

2. ego forced her to stay back and do the stinky laundry for the stinky teenage boys.

3. she got into a car accident that has left her with no way of contacting her.

of course, you hope the last one was not true, and prayed it would be one of the first two options instead, which seemed more realistic.

you honestly were starting to think like an overbearing parent, but one thing you knew for sure was that you were not the overprotective kind of girlfriend, not at all. you were just very concerned at the moment, you know?

deciding you had enough waiting, you pushed yourself off the couch and towards the front door, hastily grabbing your keys and slipping on your outside slippers. the ones you would usually sport when going last minute grocery shopping with anri.

just as your hand reached for the doorknob, the door swung open, and in came a stumbling anri. you quickly held her up by her forearms, providing support so she could stand properly.

“anri, are you drunk?” you inquired, utter concern in your tone.

she looked up at you with a pout, blowing some strands of light brown, almost pink, hair that fell onto her face. “no i’m not drunk! it’s these damn heels, they’re squeezing my feet…my shoulders hurts, too…”

she kicked her feet, which resulted in her heels flying into a random place in the entryway.

you softly smiled at her, grabbing her hand and gently pulling her to the couch. you affably pushed her back onto the couch and visibly saw her stiffen.

“i’ll get that lotion you like and give you a massage, ‘kay?” you told her, though she quickly shook her head.

“it’s alright! you don’t need to do that for me,” she said as she was ready to get up from the couch, but you gave her a look. “or you can, fine!”

you quickly smiled and ran to the bathroom, grabbing her favorite lotion, ‘country ma’am cookies’ scent, and made your way back into the living room.

there sat anri in the same spot, back straight and stiff, while watching that random sitcom. she took notice of your presence and gave you a pointed look, clearly talking about the show.

“don’t even ask, it was the only thing on at this time,” you slightly frowned, then soon replaced it with a smile. “now, let me help you relax!”

your girlfriend sighed, and began to unbutton her pink top. she slid the shirt off her shoulders and tossed it to the ground, leaving her in her bra, making easy access to her shoulders and back.

you pumped some of the lotion onto your hand, rubbing it so it covered every inch of your palms and fingers.

“lie down for me, it’ll be more relaxing,” you softly instructed, to which she obliged to. she laid so that she was on her stomach, face squished onto the plush cushion.

you sat on her butt, giving you a more comfortable position to give your massage.

you placed your lotioned hands onto her shoulders, gently rubbing circles into the places that felt they needed it. when you got closer to her neck, you noticed she still wasn’t fully relaxed.

“anri,” you said, squeezing the spot where her neck and shoulders meet. “relax, love.”

it’s as if your words had a magical effect on her, since her body instantaneously eased. she looked much more calm and comfortable like this.

you continued working your palms and fingers over her neck, shoulders, upper/lower back, and a bit of her arms.

everytime your hands would knead a spot that felt good, anri would hum, her way of indicating that was a good spot and to continue.

it was quiet, nothing but skin rubbing and the sitcom was heard, though you had to ask your girlfriend a question. breaking the quiet room you asked, “so, why were you back so late? ego has you doing those boy’s laundry again?”

the girl below you breathily laughed, “no, thank god! but, he made me stay back to analyze some data about some of the players. looking at the same screen for so many hours strains my eyes.”

now it was your turn to laugh, you reached over to the bottle and pumped more lotion onto your palm. rubbing it in you spoke, “he needs to get off his ass and do his own work, and also stop eating those gross mayo ramen things.”

“i agree!”

another quiet atmosphere washed over you, something you both enjoyed and appreciated. you knew how much anri just wanted a break from work, she was very clearly worked to the bone, barely ever getting a vacation or a second to breathe.

you had hoped this small massage had released whatever physical stress she had in her body. swinging your leg off the other side of her body, you placed both feet on the ground, telling her you were done.

anri lifted herself with her arms, cracking her back after being in the same position for twenty minutes.

she moved to a sitting position and started to slip on her shirt that you had handed to her.

“so, how do you feel now?”

“wayyyy better, thank you, love,” anri said sweetly, dragging out her letters, then pulled you down to sit next to her.

you chuckled and placed a soft, chaste kiss to her lips.

“i’m glad!”

© megururus august 19, 2022

# warrior 🗡️

"peel the legs up and back, downward facing dog. remember your breath."

the surface of your yoga mat was firm under your palms and your body shook a bit from the weight of holding yourself up, but you were feeling good.

you were about half-way through a half hour yoga video on youtube, which was being played on the large flat screen mounted to the wall.

sae had been occupied all morning into late afternoon, and to not bother him you had yourself in a bit of a cleaning frenzy but decided to calm down to a bit of yoga.

so to say that your soul nearly left your body when you feel a pinch to the fat of one of your ass cheeks would be a severe understatement. with a squeal you collapse onto your hands and knees, your head whipping to look back at the offender.

"sae! what the hell was that for?!"

you turn to sit with your legs under you, hands finding the remote to pause the video. all the while giving your boyfriend a questioning glare.

"you're the one with your butt in the air," he comments, as if that was explanation enough for his actions.

"yeah because i'm exercising, if you wanna cop a feel maybe wait until i'm not in a compromising position."

sae makes a face, as if mulling over your words, and then nods "duly noted, baby."

the next fifteen minutes are spent blissfully "sae-less" as you go through the various poses. it isn't long, however, until you feel fingers wrap around your ankle as you shift into warrior. with a tug you lose your balance and end up flat on your back, cushioned by your yoga mat.

sae hovers over you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he takes in your displeasure.

"unwrinkle that brow, baby. anger doesn't suit you."

you scoff, but still wrap your arms around his neck, one hand curling around his nape and your thumb brushing his jaw.

"and mischief doesn't suit you sae."

his smirk only widens, while his eyes darken. a big hand squeezes your hip before playful fingers dip beneath the waistband of your leggings. he hums as he leans closer to you, lips dangerously close to your own, and you can feel his breath against them as he lets out a small chuckle at your reply.

"i think you'll find it suits me just fine," he murmurs, before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

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