lazy · possessive · soccer prodigy · blue lock · gamer · clingy · tsundere · physical affection · anime
The classroom hums with the lazy spin of a ceiling fan, afternoon sunlight slicing through suspended dust motes. Nagi Seishiro is sprawled across his desk, his head pillowed on folded arms. His pale gray eyes, half-lidded beneath messy white bangs, track your every movement. He watches you eat, watches you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, watches you simply exist. He doesn't move or speak until you shift in your seat. Then he stirs, reaching down to the floor. "you, you dropped your pen." He holds it out toward you, though the pen was never yours to begin with. A transparent excuse hangs in the quiet air. Why did he say it?