𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 face, attempting to turn away from it only to realize you couldn't move an inch. You forced yourself to open your eyes. The light shone softly through the skylights, and you looked up to see Nagi draped over you, long limbs caging you against him. You tried to move, but it seemed like the more you squirmed, the more his grip on you tightened. You finally gave up, sighing as you fell back to lean on him, but you couldn't bring yourself to be frustrated. He had stayed with you, not batting an eye when you broke down and even blamed him for what happened, and he didn't push you for any details. He just stayed with you and comforted you the best way he could. You sighed, closing your eyes, the warmth of his body beginning to lull you back to sleep.

He was so warm.

You stopped before you could doze off and instead, took the time to carefully detangle yourself from him before walking into the kitchen. You looked through your grandfather's cookbook, eyes stopping on a recipe for homemade pancakes. You turned to Nagi, who was still fast asleep, and smiled to yourself. Pancakes seemed like a good way to thank him for his help. You gathered the ingredients, connecting your phone to the speaker and playing soft music at a low volume as you put on your apron, ready to get to work.

Nagi shivered against the cold air that hit him, moving to hug you closer, only to realize you were no longer there. He felt around for a moment, eyes shooting open when he realized you weren't anywhere on the couch. He looked around the living room frantically but stopped when he heard soft music and the sound of sizzling. He turned to see you standing in the kitchen, hips swaying with the music while you stood at the stove. He couldn't help but smile, happy you were back to normal and not crying anymore, and pride swelled within him at the fact that he was the reason you were happy again.

"Hurt...Nagi..."

He could still hear your whispers, feel you curling into him as if whoever hurt you was coming back. He hated seeing you that way and would bring an end to anyone that would reduce you to such a state. He watched you flip the last pancake, letting out a pleased hum when it came out perfectly. You stacked three pancakes on his plate, topping it with whipped cream and fruit before doing the same with yours. You stepped back to marvel at the display that would've made your grandfather proud.
"Nagi!" You called, turning to wake him up. "Time to wake—" You were cut off by your scream of surprise when you turned around to see the dark eyes of the male staring directly at you. "Damn creep!" You shouted, throwing the spatula at him. Your scream caught him off guard, and he couldn't stop the kitchen tool from hitting him right between the eyes. Nagi groaned as he fell back against the cushions, rolling over and off the couch as he held his sore nose.
"You're so mean!" He cried as he used the couch to pull himself up. You glared at him, grabbing the two plates you had prepared as you walked over to the table.
"And you're rude for just sitting there staring at me," you said as you set the plates down. "Now come eat."

"But I like looking at you," Nagi pouted as he stalked over to the table to sit across from you, but his eyes lit up at the display before him. The perfectly swirled whipped cream topped with blueberries and diced strawberries made it look like something from a food magazine.
"Wow, Y/n, this looks amazing!" He exclaimed. "I never imagined you could cook this good!" You couldn't help but grin proudly at the compliment.
"This is nothing," you scoffed. "You should see my grandfather's cooking. He's like a master chef." Nagi was hardly listening as he sloppily cut them up. "How long have you been up anyway?" You asked curiously as you did the same, but he merely shrugged.
"Few minutes," he replied as he drenched his pancakes in syrup. "Got cold." You raised a brow, feeling pretty warm yourself.
"I don't know how," you said. "The AC isn't on, and I covered you back up before I left." Nagi looked up at you, speaking with a mouthful of food.
"'s always cold without you." You were caught off guard, wanting to laugh but knowing by the look in his eyes that he wasn't joking. You lowered your head, stuffing some food into your mouth to hide your embarrassment.
"You're so dramatic."

Ding!

You looked up at the sound of the doorbell, wiping your hands in preparation to check it when you noticed Nagi already rising to his feet, plate empty.
"How did you finish eating that fast?" You asked in shock, but he shrugged.
"You finish eating," he said. "I'll go check it out." You nodded, happily continuing to eat as he headed towards the door.

He opened it, frowning at the sight of his red-haired teammate, who looked equally unhappy to see him.
"What are you doing here?" Chigiri demanded. "Where is Y/n?"
"She's busy," Nagi said shortly. He didn't want to share your attention with anyone, especially Chigiri, but just as he moved to close the door, the male slammed his hand on it to keep it open.
"I won't ask again."

"Nagi, who is it?" You called from the kitchen after hearing the door slam. You put your dish in the sink before you walked over, having to stand on the tips of your toes to look over his shoulder, eyes widening when you recognized Chigiri standing there.
"Y/n!" He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you, worried that Nagi had done something to you. "You weren't at school or answering your phone, and I got worried. Are you alright?" He pushed past Nagi to approach you, but at the sight of you flinching back, Nagi grabbed a fistful of his hair from behind, yanking him backward.
"She wants to be alone right now," he said, voice dropping threateningly low as he glared down at the redhead. "You're bothering her. Leave." You gasped as Chigiri grabbed his arm, twisting it to make him let go before shoving him against the door, making it hit the wall behind it with a slam.
"Touch me again, and I'll rip you to shreds!" he said through gritted teeth. Nagi grabbed his collar.
"I'd like to see you try—"
"Both of you cut it out right now!" You shouted, making both of them freeze. "Nagi, let him go, and Chigiri, you have some nerve busting into my house with this."
"I'm sorry, Y/n," Chigiri lowered his head in shame as he released his teammate.
"Such a hassle." At your request, Nagi let go of Chigiri, walking past you to flop onto the couch. He closed his eyes but made sure to pay close attention to the conversation, ready to intervene if he deemed it necessary.

"Why are you here, Chigiri?" You asked impatiently, still blaming him and the rest of the team for your getting attacked.
"I was worried and came to check on you. You mentioned you lived across the street from the school, so I came over." You frowned as you went back into the kitchen, and Chigiri took it upon himself to step inside and close the door.
"You'd think you'd realize someone doesn't want to be bothered when they deliberately ignore your texts," you muttered. "But if you must know, I got jumped by the soccer teams fan girls and then suspended for fighting back." Both Chigiri and Nagi's eyes widened. Nagi sat up while Chigiri followed you into the kitchen.
"What do you mean? What happened?" He asked, finally realizing those were scars on your face. He moved to touch you, only to stop when you slammed your hands onto the counter, turning to glare at him.
"I don't feel like getting into it, alright? If you really wanna know, ask one of them. I'm sure they'd be happy to tell you all about it." Chigiri's heart sank as he looked at you and then back at Nagi.

Had you told him? If you had told Nagi, then why couldn't you tell him? Did you not trust him? Did you deem him unworthy?

"Now if that's all you came here for, you can see yourself out." You turned back to the dishes, and Chigiri opened his mouth to question you further but decided against it and instead went back into the living room where Nagi sat. His dark eyes were almost catlike as he watched the male, studying his every move and waiting for a reason to pounce. Chigiri ignored the stare down, instead motioning towards you.
"Do you know anything about this?" He asked, and Nagi closed his eyes, laying back against the couch, relieved you hadn't told Chigiri what you had told him.
"Nope," he said, but Chigiri hardly believed him.

Fine, he thought. Even if he couldn't find out what happened, he'd make sure he found a way to fix it.

"Y/n." You didn't respond, but the short glance you gave him was all he needed. "If something happened, you should tell Ego. Even if you did something wrong, he'll be able to stop them from expelling you. You're part of the team, and we need you—"
"Didn't I say I want to get suspended?" You snapped. "I want nothing to do with any of you guys or this prissy ass school that puts money and status over anything and everything else." Chigiri's face paled at your words. He shook his head.

This was just your anger talking, he convinced himself. You didn't mean it.

He sighed, looking between you and Nagi before heading towards the door.

"Well, if you don't want to talk to him, I will." With that, he left, and Nagi made sure to get up and lock the door behind him. He approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

"You said you don't want anything to do with us," he mumbled, breath tickling your neck and making you flinch. "Does that mean me too?"
"Yes, so get off." You shrugged him off before taking your gloves off and turning to face him. You were about to snap at him, but after he helped you, you couldn't bring yourself to and instead sighed sadly. "I appreciate that you tried to comfort me, and in turn, I made you breakfast. Now you can leave." Nagi frowned.
"But, Y/n—"

"Please just go away," you pleaded, and Nagi could tell by the tremble in your voice that you were about to cry again. He didn't want to make you cry, and he doubted he'd be able to help you like last time. His shoulders slumped with defeat, taking one last glance at you, hoping you'd change your mind before he reluctantly left, and you lay on the couch the moment you heard the door close.

You took out your phone, holding back tears of frustration when your grandfathers' phone went to voicemail again. You looked up at the clock. Thirty-Six hours and twelve minutes until you had to return to that dreaded school where you'd be forced to face them again. Nagi, Chigiri, Bachira, and the rest of the team. You couldn't help but hate and blame them for what had happened. And when you thought about Reo and the letter that remained in your bag against the wall where you had thrown it, rage stronger than you had felt in a long time surged through you. If he hadn't led so many girls on, if he had never tried to get so close to you and showed you so much attention, you'd have never attracted theirs. Thirty-six hours and nine minutes until you had to return to that accursed place, and now it felt like that time was rushing by faster than ever.