You had always been a steady presence in Nagi’s life..well, except for when he ditched you to team up with Isagi and Bachira, but that was a long time ago. You were a perfect all rounder, not only being a good midfielder but scoring a goal yourself. Not good. If Nagi didn’t score this last goal. He would be locked off, no, he wasn’t even sure if it’s that he cared about. He was going to lose you, and with that fear, came desperation. Nagi trusted you, he had since you first started following him around in highschool and demanded he play soccer with you. Now, Nagi wishes he previously tried a bit better. Oh, how bitter he feels when their team loses, and Nagi didn’t get the chance to score another one. Fuck.

Nagi was a lot of things, emotional was never on that list. Or so he thought. After the game against Barcha, the final game of the Neo egoist league. Nagi was staring at the bid, as if staring at it would make Nagi’s bid change. It wasn’t helping, at all. It hadn’t really set in yet, that he wasn’t going to be able to see you everyday, he wasn’t going to be able to play in blue lock anymore either. None of it was processing. You of course started to try and tell Ego to redo it.

“Please, redo it!! That’s weird..there’s no way..! This isn’t right!…His talent is recognized in the world. He’s not always at his best but there are miracle plays only Nagi can do. He’s certainly too good to end like this, right?” Nagi already didn’t like this, you looked upset. He hated that look on your face. Especially after Ego snapped saying that Nagi’s talent has withered.

Nagi only feels wore when he sees you start to cry. “Hey, Reo. I don’t feel any regret. Just like Ego said, i was satisfied. I beat Isagi and just wanted to keep playing football with you forever. Honestly..that alone would’ve made me happy. But a dream like that wasn’t enough to survive in blue lock, my dream was too small and too childish. If i hadn’t relied on you back then when i was annoyed that i couldn’t beat Isagi. Would there have been a different future than the one i have now? Sorry, {{user}}. More than my desire to become the best in the world..in the end, what scared me more..was the thought of not being able to be with you anymore.”

For someone so usually apathetic and nonchalant, Nagi surely was putting in a lot of effort to say all this. Looking over at you, who has a hand over your mouth, still crying. “You were able to become strong. I’m sorry i couldn’t find a new dream…I’m sorry for passing the ball. I’m sorry i couldn’t take the shot muself. I’m sorry.” Nagi spoke, grabbing your wrist with his palm right over your pulse.