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𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 ‘𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭.’ 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟔.𝟗𝐤

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 : 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 : 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 : @𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬-𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲.

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

'Miffy.’

'Hm?’ 'Sweet little bunny.’ 'Miffy.’

’ ‘S that?' 

'Miffy, miffy, miffy, run!’ you exclaimed, pouncing on Nagi, fingers set to work as you tickled his sides, making him squirm. That was probably the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard, his voice echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom after his nap. 

A memory that seemed so long ago. 

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໒꒱ ‧₊˚ HOODIE THIEF — SEISHIRO NAGI

contents. fluff, established relationship, gn! reader, ooc (?), stealing nagi’s hoodie & he doesn’t even know it’s his, ik it’s spring but like this was in my drafts back in december

note. hi guys :) im not really sure what the plot of this is, but it’s nice & cozy

today was the day of nagi’s soccer match, which was quite an important match since they were against japan’s biggest soccer rivals. but fortunately for him, today was 29 degrees fahrenheit and nobody would want or be able to play soccer in 6 feet buried in snow.

so while nagi was spending free time wrapped in a blanket — playing a video game, you were searching for something warm to wear to keep the cold away.

upon basically cleaning your wardrobe, you were met with nagi’s gray hoodie — sitting atop of his gaming chair.

exhausted, you grabbed his hoodie and swiftly put it on — putting the hood on in the process. the hoodie was averagely oversized and big on nagi, and with you wearing it, it was expectingly ginormous and fit like a hospital robe; reaching down to your mid-calf.

ignoring the size, you were satisfied with the warmth nagi’s hoodie provided and looked at yourself in the mirror. sure, it was big, but as long as it kept you warm, than you would be ready for the weather. ‘hopefully nagi wouldn’t mind…’ — you said to yourself. you shrugged off the look of piles of clothes that were displayed on your bed. ‘a cup of hot chocolate would be nice’. you considered.

walking out of your shared bedroom and towards the kitchen, nagi was rather busy taping his way on his phone and didn’t cognizant that you were wearing his hoodie. but he probably wouldn’t care or mind since it’s probably a hassle for him to even.

“do you want some hot chocolate, sei’?” you asked, tip-toeing to reach two mugs atop a cabinet.

“uhh … sure i guess …” nagi mumbled lazily, his undivided attention focused on his phone.

you grabbed your ingredients and commenced to make the hot chocolate. mixing the cocoa, sugar, and milk together; popping the mugs in the microwave and grabbing the extra toppings.

you leaned on a counter and watched the mugs in the microwave twirl around. as you let a small yawn, you visibly flinched when cold hands sneaked their way under your (nagi’s) hoodie. following, a slight weight landed on your shoulder and someone’s breath fanned the side of your neck.

“who’s hoodie is this?” nagi mumbled, burying his face deeper into your neck.

“it’s yours, nagi,” you chuckled. “i was cold, so i decided to wear it. it was on your chair when i got it.”

nagi closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, “this isn’t mine.”

the cold must be affecting nagi, cause this was his hoodie and he wasn’t even aware of it. it even had his name written on the back tag.

“who’s hoodie is this? why are you wearing someone else’s hoodie? why not mine?”

“nagi. this is yours’,” you replied back, removing nagi’s cold hands with your warm ones away from your stomach and placing them over the hoodie. “it’s your hoodie, the one you got at the mall with reo and the others, remember?”

…

“oh.”

you chuckled and grabbed the two mugs out of the microwave. using the whipping cream to top the mug.

“i don’t remember.” nagi continued, grabbing a marshmallow and popping it into his mouth, “what mall was it?”

the answer should’ve been obvious, since nagi rarely ever goes shopping. usually only when you come along, then he’ll agree and follow you around like a lost puppy.

“the mall you went two days ago?” you retorted, putting marshmallows, shavings, pirouette sticks, and adding some side snacks. “with your team?”

“oh.”

finally, you brought the two mugs and plates of cookies to the table where nagi was originally sitting.

nagi followed suit and sat beside you — wrapping his arms in a baby yet protective manner, snuggling himself close to you. you carefully grasped the mugs towards to give one to you and nagi, sipping the warm beverage.

“i still don’t remember..” nagi took a sip of his hot chocolate and stared at the hoodie that you claimed was his.

you sighed, “don’t worry, sei’. you just need to know that this is your hoodie and that it has your name on it.”

“okayyy…”

without much of anything in the way, you and nagi spent the day together; sipping hot cocoa, and … sleeping.

maybe some gaming for most of nagi’s part.

~

“wait babe..”

“yes sei’?”

“can you check if this is my hoodie?”

“yes, it is sei’!”

“are you sure?”

“yes!”

─ ✰ BREWING AFFECTION.

✧˚ · . NAGI SEISHIRO loves sleeping, soccer, and gaming. he also doesn’t mind you coffee too.

— warnings: coffee shop! au, fluff, crackfic, reo hating on readers barista skills, downbad nagi (hes oblivious af), maybe ooc?

— author’s note: NOT TUMBLR BUTCHERING THE QUALITY OF MY HEADER. THIS IS NOT OK.

"…so… this was the coffee shop you were talking about?” reo probes nagi tentatively, face crinkled in slight confusion. the small café nestled in the hidden corner of some obscure street— nothing extravagant, and certainly not what he expected. it’s a quiet sanction, only a few patrons savoring the quiet ambience of the modest establishment.

"mhm," nagi hums in affirmation. his eyes are glued to his screen, fingers violently tapping his phone as he skillfully maneuvers through the critical attack from the boss battle. reo doubts he was listening to a word he was saying. he raises his eyebrows skeptically, surveying the surroundings of the quaint little shop. he’s well aware nagi sacrifices fifteen whole minutes of his precious sleep on wednesdays and saturdays to walk all the way here— there must, has to be something special about this place. yet all he can spot are a couple of worn-down couches, cute decorations, and the smell of grinding beans in the air; nothing particularly stands out.

'is the coffee just that good?' reo wonders to himself, his thoughts interrupted when you hastily set a tray down at their table. your hair is tied in a messy bun, name tag displayed largely at the side of your stained apron. "i'm so sorry— morning rush! two triple foam lattes, half a shot of espresso with a dash of cinnamon, right?" the words tumble out, an apology and a question all in one, accompanied by a warm aura that absolutely nobody else in customer service seemed to carry.

…that’s… not…. even close… he deadpans. “um, actually—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by nagi cutting him off. “t’s good. thanks.” he mutters, hazy half-lidded grey eyes boring into your oblivious, starry-eyed ones. the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit pink as he blows a tuft of his hair out of his eyes. his phone is completely discarded, ‘GAME OVER.’ pixelated largely on his screen as reo’s eyes widen slightly. …did he… die on purpose? no way. but… he was just about to beat the whole game…?

you smile giddily. finally, you got an order right!! “really? i’m so glad! enjoy your drink!” you eagerly exclaim as you walk away, feeling encouraged to pump out the other orders.

“…we ordered two large macchiatos.” nagi shrugs lazily, fiddling with the plastic straw in his drink. “tastes the same. ‘t’s too much of a hassle to correct them.”

“whatever,” reo sighs, “we’ve been waiting thirty minutes for this— it better make my mouth orgasm.” thirstily taking a huge slurp of the drink, he lets the coffee settle for a moment before not so subtly gagging at the aftertaste. how can someone possibly screw up this badly? it tastes like… tepid brown water. this should be a war crime. no offense, but who thought it was a good idea to hire you? “uhm… it’s *retches* certainly an acquired flavour…” he represses another gag as the fluffy white haired male tunes him out once again.

as reo contemplates the questionable quality of his latte, nagi remains blissfully unaware of his own feelings, doing what he does every wednesday and saturday morning— unconsciously admire you from a distance, his attention shifting from reo to you. his fingers idly trace the ridges on the rim of the cup, distractedly watching as you struggle to get the coffee to start brewing.

and he can’t exactly understand why his heart is beating out of his chest (perhaps he’s having a stroke), why his face is tinted red (is it the cold nipping at his cheeks?), or why he only seems to want coffee when you’re there (it simply tastes different). it all doesn’t make sense to nagi’s simple little life, a simple repetition every day; sleep, soccer, game.

nagi seishiro finds the easiest of tasks to be a hassle. yet for some strange reason, waking up early on wednesdays and saturdays isn’t one of them.

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