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you’d done the impossible: lure nagi seishiro out of bed.
the sound of your text notifications wakes him, and he blearily reads over your requests for him to take you to the konbini down the street, dotted with doe-eyed emojis. getting up in the middle of the night was such a pain, but so was being without you. when you greet him outside with a sweet smile, wearing the hoodie he left at your house last weekend, he thinks that getting up was worth it.
the sleeves are long enough to nearly cover your fingers, cuffs rubbing against his skin as you hold his hand, swinging your arms lazily in between your two bodies. the buzz of cicadas and the scuff of his shoes against the sidewalk as he drags his feet are the only sounds until you let out a little yawn.
“are you sleepy?” he glances at you as you bump into his body, head resting against his arm.
“mhm,” you nuzzle closer into the fabric of his shirt. “you’re rubbing off on me.”
he wouldn’t mind that. he imagines what it would be like to fall asleep next to you in the familiar comfort of his room, and how your hair might look when you first wake up. would you let him kiss you awake, or would he have to brush his teeth first?
“what are you thinking about?” you look up at him, arm threading around his own.
“you.” he says, always so honest. something flutters in his stomach when you give him that smile he loves so much, leaning up to kiss his cheek. he uses the position to pull you closer to his side, letting you lead him through the sliding glass doors of the store.
nagi trails behind you as you grab a bottle of his favorite lemon tea, following you to the back of the store. he rests his chin on top of your head as you decide what you want, hands slipping into the pockets of your hoodie to hug you closer to his chest. the lights hurt his eyes, lingering sleepiness only encouraging them to fall closed.
even when you wiggle out of his grasp to go to the register, he keeps himself comfortable, hand sneaking into yours and leaning against your side. he doesn’t mind the cashier’s lingering gaze when he nuzzles into your hair, stuck to your side as you leave the store.
“wanna eat here? walking’s such a bother.” he squeezes your hand. he isn’t ready for you to leave him yet. you hum a reply, sitting down on the edge of the sidewalk.
he lets out a sigh as he sits down next to you, close enough for his thigh to brush yours. he pulls his phone out of his pocket, opening up his game as you grab half of your fruit sando from its plastic wrapper, whipped cream and strawberries between soft, squishy bread. he opens his mouth, and you hold it up for him to take a bite.
you take yours next, looking around as you chew. a stray, fuzzy dandelion catches your eye, and you pluck it from the crevices of the concrete, holding it up next to his face.
“it looks like you!” you smile, ruffling his hair.
he blinks at it from the corner of his eye, trying not to shiver when your fingers skim his cheeks as you tuck the stem behind his ear, leaning your head against his shoulder.
the soft breeze caressing his skin and your warm, comforting presence is like a personal lullaby, gently weighing down his eyes and guiding him closer to sleep.
he looks down at you and thinks he couldn’t have been met with a prettier sight. your long eyelashes flutter against your cheeks, squished cutely from where they rest against his shoulder. the light from the store’s sign glows against your skin, and he can smell your sweet shampoo from how close you are. your flyaways tickle his neck, and he itches to smooth them down with his fingers.
you’ve been in the opposite position so many times before, and he wonders if your heart beats just as fast as his is right now when he’s the one laying on you. maybe one day, he’d get to see you like this in the golden light of morning, shining through his blinds, rather than in the dim moonlight, with concrete digging into his ass uncomfortably.
he blinks when his phone vibrates; he was so distracted by you, he died. he swipes the game closed to rest his head on top of yours, intertwining his fingers with your own, pulling them onto his lap.
maybe he can convince you to spend the night with him and finally get the answers to all of his questions.
he sighs as he thinks of how much of a pain it’s going to be to walk home, even more sleepy now than he was before. you hold up the last bite of your sandwich to his mouth, and his lips brush against your fingertips as he takes it.
he whines when your warm body leaves his side to stand up. contact with you was addicting; he couldn’t get enough, and if he could, he’d never be without it. you start to gather your wrappers, looking at him expectantly when he doesn’t move.
“carry me?” he raises his arms to you. “it’s only fair. you made me come all the way out here.”
“did you forget you’re 190 centimeters, sei?” you grab one of the large hands outstretched to you to pull him up, his body practically limp as you help him to his feet. as soon as he’s standing, he drapes his entire body across yours, hands cradling your waist.
“seishiro,” you whine out his full name, and he hides his face in your neck. “nagi.” he kisses below your ear, nose grazing your jaw.
“i don’t know who that is,” he mumbles, and he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin against his lips. “only know sei.”
“sei,” you reach up to rub his head. your tone drips in sugary sweetness, and he laps every word up. “please get off of me so we can walk home?”
“don’t wanna.”
you sigh, hand falling out of his hair. “fine. guess i won’t be able to sleep over then. we’ll be stuck here all night.”
you feel the drag of his eyelashes against your neck as he opens his eyes. “really?”
when he straightens his back, he’s met with your pretty smile, just for him, and he knows it’s the last thing he wants to see before he falls asleep tonight, and the first thing he wants to see when he wakes up tomorrow.
he slides his hand into yours once more, energy renewed as he pulls you toward his apartment. he slips your intertwined fingers into his pocket, warming you up as the nighttime chill covers the two of you. his eyes are lidded, limbs heavy, but he pushes forward. the walk home wouldn’t be too bothersome if he had you with him, especially if at the end, he’d be snuggled next to you in bed.