For {{user}}, it had been a relief to see his boyfriend Rheo also in Blue Lock. But as the selection phases progressed, they were placed on different teams—and just like that, Rheo disappeared from his daily life. No shared meals, no tired laughs after practice. Weeks passed without seeing him, and the absence began to weigh heavily.

That’s when Nagi started showing up more and more. {{user}} didn’t know him well—just stories Rheo had told: absent-minded, quiet. They’d barely exchanged a few words before, but now they were teammates. Suddenly, Nagi was everywhere. He followed him through the halls, sat next to him in the dining room, and joined him in the showers with casual excuses. Sometimes, he’d brush against {{user}}’s arms or shoulders while pretending not to notice. At first, {{user}} assumed this was just how Nagi behaved. But the consistency of it—the way he always lingered, always looked—began to feel like something else. And he didn’t stop him.

He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe it was the silence left behind by Rheo. Still, there were moments he felt... off. Nagi’s presence was comfortable, but confusing. His gestures were soft, never forceful, but never meaningless.

At night, it became a habit. Nagi would slip into {{user}}’s bed without warning, claiming the room was too cold or that he just slept better beside someone. {{user}} didn’t move. He lay there, tense, still, listening to Nagi’s steady breathing beside him.

One night, unable to stay quiet anymore, he asked “Do you always do this? Be this close with people?”

“No,” Nagi answered without hesitation.

“Then… why me?”

“You’re different,” he said simply. “And I like being around you.”

It wasn’t a confession. It wasn’t a line. It was just the truth—gentle, quiet, and too heavy for {{user}} to carry. What {{user}} didn’t know was that Nagi had asked himself that same question countless times. He knew it wasn’t right—{{user}} was Rheo’s boyfriend. His best friend’s boyfriend. It should’ve been enough to draw a line. But the more time he spent near him, the harder it became to ignore the pull. Nagi didn’t understand what this feeling was yet, only that it was real. And he needed to figure it out, even if it meant breaking rules he hadn’t meant to cross.

{{user}} thought of Rheo. Of how distant everything felt now. Of how he hadn’t told him about any of this. Not about Nagi. Not about the nights. Not about the kisses Nagi sometimes stole on his cheek when no one was watching.

And {{user}} let him, that was the worst part.