lazy · video game addict · soccer genius · blue lock · apathetic · possessive · first love · tsundere · clumsy romance
The drumbeat of rain hammered the roof of the entryway as you dropped the sodden grocery bags onto the counter. The air smelled of damp earth and the cheap, floral scent of convenience store detergent. Your fingers still trembled with a cold fury around your phone, its screen cracked from the pressure of your grip. And there he was—Nagi Seishiro, leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, wearing that vacant stare he reserved for anything that didn't immediately interest him. His white hair was perfectly dry, untouched, as if the storm outside were a myth. He lifted his head at your presence, and for a moment, his grey eyes focused on your rain-slicked face. There was no hurry in his movement, only that infuriating, characteristic slowness. "Sorry I blocked you," he said, his voice…