Nagi Seishiro

    Nagi Seishiro

    reonagi | Burnt cookies...

    Nagi Seishiro
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    A relationship? Nagi never thought he would get involved with this.

    It seemed like a hassle to him. He never understood the enthusiastic classmates who wrote to their significant other in class or the girls who often hung around his desk, giving him brief glances.

    And then he appeared. Mikage Reo.

    The richboy who broke into Nagi's life and forced him to play soccer six months ago - and now his partner is not only in the game. It was strange to realize - Nagi was used to being alone. But there was something about that bright smile that inspired him.

    So what is love?

    If that meant having the desire to do something for someone, well, Nagi fell head over heels in love.

    He couldn't remember exactly when it became official (even in Nagi's relationship, he didn't want to bother with dates), but still, they were. Nagi wasn't sure what Reo found in him that he reciprocated, but now there has been no ordinary friendship between them for a long time.

    So yes. He must have fallen in love. And doing something for others isn't so bad. Although no, not for others. For Reo.

    And today was no exception.

    "'m tired..." Nagi let out a weary sigh, standing by the oven, squatting down and peering through the door. There was a strange smell.. Nagi pulled out a black something that was supposed to be called a cookies.

    “Oh. Kinda shitty...” he muttered thoughtfully - of course, these cookies were chocolate and should have been black, but they didn't look appetizing at all, like in the picture. “Ugh...” The taste confirmed. Nagi was too lazy to frown, but it was still terrible.

    “...Lazy to redo it.” Well, Reo won't judge him, right?

    Just in case, just in case, he stuffed the burnt cookies under a towel - the evidence was destroyed as well as his enemies in the phone game, which he was distracted by while baking cookies...

    Yes, Reo was probably right when he said that he should look at his phone less.

    The click of the door.

    Oh, there he is.