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NAGIKYOU FIC
-everything fictional
-dont take this srsly all for shits and giggles
-male oc
-slight mischaracterization
-IM BAD AT WRITING‼️
(male oc name: kyouta lets js say they're the same age ok shh)
Just another day that'll fill his boredom with whatever shit happens in school.
Kyouta, currently leaning against the wall playing games on his phone like usual. He was addicted to the game. It piqued his interest, not sure what but it did.
His fingers tapping on the screen aggressively with a fast pace. His consentration drained by the game. His eyes glued to the screen, he might need glasses soon. Until he felt a breath touched his skin.
A hot and heavy breath made contact with his skin, twice. Long moment of silence was interrupted with a sleepy voice. "That's not how you should use your skill." Kyouta's ears perked up, his concentration to the game was interrupted as he slowly turned his head to the source of voice. "What'd you say?" He asked, and received a respond.
"Hand me the phone. I can play it better." A hand stretched out, gesturing to give the phone as Kyouta somehow obeyed the order. He wasn't sure why he did that, but it felt right.
"Nagi. Nagi Seishiro. Call me whatever you want.". Kyouta looked at him in confusion but decided to not question it further.
"You should save your skill before shooting it right to the enemy—" or whatever the FUCK gamers say. "You know better than me?" Kyouta striked him a glare and a hint of frustration, he thought 'who the hell does this person think he is?'. "I've been playing this game since it came out. Of course i know how it works." Nagi silenced him as his attention shifted back to the game. Kyouta let out a heavy sigh and mumbled, "my pmo.". Nagi hearing that, cringed to the word and break the silence once more, "That's not how you use 'pmo', dumbass."
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It was a long and kind of a weird day. Now it finally ended, with Nagi carelessly giving his phone number to Kyouta.
Kyouta bursts into his apartment as he collapsed to the couch face-first. He noticed the notification popped up on his phone screen, an invitation from Nagi offering him to play together.
Really? He's going to play with me just like that? Can't we get to know eachother better first? Seriously, what's wrong with this guy??? What a freak....
"I'm lagging so fucking bad."
"Shame you didn't get a WI-FI."
There he is, laying on his bed playing one of his favorite games with Nagi, the guy he thought a freak(like he isn't too). Fingers tapping aggressive as ever, a few shouting were breaking the silence, it felt like his phone had wrapped a leash around him.
"I gotta go now, i'm tired as fuck." Kyouta decided it was time to close their playtime which Nagi understood, they've been playing for almost 2 hours now.
They ended their call, phone tossed somewhere else as Kyouta slammed his face to the pillow. He can't help but thought over their call. For once, he actually had a great time playing with someone new. He wishes they had more time to play, he hoped tomorrow they'll meet again, he—
Wait, what the fuck am i thinking..? This is ridiculously corny.
He rolled around on his bed until he ends up in a position where he's laying on his back, staring at the empty ceiling. He kept his hands intertwined with eachother on his stomach as he slowly closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to take over his body.
Such weird thoughts.....