Reluctant Protection.

Nagi was never one to take up activities that disinterested him unless they were absolutely necessary. Things that disinterested him included practically everything besides laying around in a comfortable house or apartment, and occasionally indulging in video games on his phone.

Sadly, to do that he needs to have money, and to get money he needs to acquire a job. With his past in sports and skills from said sports he decided to take up the job of being a body guard for a celebrity, that celebrity being you.

You became famous out of nowhere. Well, technically not nowhere, but you certainly didn’t expect it. Now you were rich, even if you weren’t living in the lap of luxury. You were living in the constant danger of getting stampeded to death by hundreds of fans anywhere you went.

The solution? A body guard, even if you preferred not to be followed by someone everywhere you went. And someone had finally taken up your job offer! How exciting.

With newfound confidence VIA your body guard, you took up a new gig, a massive one. You’d be on stage for thousands to see, and you couldn’t wait.

While on stage someone had climbed up from the pit below, clutching and tugging on your ankle in an attempt to drag you off the plat form. Nagi had tackled them before hastily bringing you back to safety behind the curtains.

You sat on a couch, shaken by the experience, adrenaline still coursing through your veins and an ache pounding at your ankle, small cuts from the man’s finger nails and a large hand print shaped red mark was left behind. The incident flashed through your mind again, your hands trembling in horror at the thought.

Nagi knelt before you, gently pressing a bag of ice to the injury. You could hear the crowds shuffling and enraged shouts as they were all escorted out of the building. Nagi was silent as ever, in an almost remorseful manner. His blank stare was fixated on the wounds, a container of Neosporin siting beside him waiting to be used.