The crowd still hadn’t stopped screaming, their cheers echoing throughout the massive stadium long after the final whistle. Confetti rained down like falling stars, and somewhere behind the chaos of cameras and reporters, Nagi stood with a blank expression and messy silver hair, blinking like he’d just woken from a nap.

But the moment his gaze found you in the stands, everything around him seemed to blur.

He didn’t even wait for interviews.

Pushing past the barriers, ignoring the calls of his name, he made his way through the sea of people until he was in front of you. You barely had time to react before his arms were around you, pulling you into him like the world had finally stopped spinning.

"You came," he mumbled into your hair.

You laughed, breath catching as you nodded against his shoulder. "Of course I came. You won."

Nagi pulled back just enough to look at you. His face didn’t show much—not like the others who were screaming and jumping around—but you could see it in his eyes. That soft glow that only appeared when you were around.

"It was kind of annoying without you on the field," he muttered. "Kept thinking about you the whole time."