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Assistant: Title: emptiness is a closet full of your old clothes
        Author: shouchako shouchako 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: "Hey, Reo..." There's so much to say, but Nagi has never been good at emotions. Not that he had much practice, to be fair. Reo was the first person to come into his life who made Nagi feel so many different emotions, things that weren't just laziness and apathy. Nagi felt warm, felt cared for— felt loved. How does Nagi say that, though? Nagi doesn't know. He wants to, so badly. He wants to know so Reo can know how much Nagi likes Reo. Nagi wants Reo to know how much Nagi likes being around him. Reo was never a hassle. Nagi was. "Thanks for teaching me soccer." Is what Seishiro Nagi says instead. Reo breaks. ---Or: it's so nagiover, guys. Have omegaverse nagireo 🫴
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              "Hey, Reo..." There's so much to say, but Nagi has never been good at emotions. Not that he had much practice, to be fair. Reo was the first person to come into his life who made Nagi feel so many different emotions, things that weren't just laziness and apathy. Nagi felt warm, felt cared for— felt loved. How does Nagi say that, though? Nagi doesn't know. He wants to, so badly. He wants to know so Reo can know how much Nagi likes Reo. Nagi wants Reo to know how much Nagi likes being around him. Reo was never a hassle. Nagi was. "Thanks for teaching me soccer." Is what Seishiro Nagi says instead. Reo breaks. ---Or: it's so nagiover, guys. Have omegaverse nagireo 🫴
            
        

        
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      Obviously spoilers for the manga nd it's recent chapters/leaks.(First half was written before Innocent)
    

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          "Normies who are satisfied with less than that, then... Go home, Seishirou Nagi."  Oh. Reo's crying.  Nagi's eyes drift to look up at Reo. The Omega is crying. Tears drip down his beautiful face in streams, a scrunched up, pained expression on his face that speaks to his sorrows. Why was he so upset, though? Because Nagi wouldn't be able to walk the road to the World Cup anymore? Was Reo scared that he'd have to do it alone despite all their promises to do it together? Reo looked so sad.  Reo looked so much more upset over this than Nagi was. Nagi just felt a dull ache in his heart, a numbness to his mind and thoughts like fog. It reminded Nagi of his life before Reo. Before Nagi had the motivation for anything. When life was just a hassle that Nagi had to go through. When Nagi's only friend was Choki.  Oh. Nagi can go see Choki again. He wonders if the little cactus had missed Nagi in his time away. Ba-ya has certainly taken care of Choki, right? Nagi has faith that she has. It'd be a pain to go home to his beloved cactus having died.  Reo's crying, though. Nagi doesn't know how to deal with that. People are such a hassle. Their emotions are all so complicated, requiring complicated solutions, and complicated things were such a pain. Nagi never understood it, nor did he really even try to. Nagi didn't have any friends before Reo, so he didn't have to learn at all. Nagi is convinced Reo isn't like most people, though. Even outside his wealth and status.  People feel things. That's just a fact of life. Nagi understood that. Reo, however, felt things deeply. Every emotion he had was felt to the extreme. Reo could be considered dramatic, even. Reo cried when he felt frustrated beyond belief or when he was super sad about something. Reo smiled really big when he was happy, though. He was always smiling, to be fair. He was polite and charismatic.  Reo has cried over Nagi, too. That's something Nagi never really considered until Blue Lock. Seeing him now, though... it reminds Nagi of the second selection. When Nagi had left him behind to join Isagi time and time again. Reo cried then, and Nagi thought it was a hassle to deal with it, so he just left. Looking back on it now, though... it might've benefited Nagi if he had just learned to deal with it then rather than now. Because Nagi doesn't really know what to do.  Reo was Nagi's first in relationships. His first friendship, his first teammate, his first... whatever it is that they have now. Nagi isn't quite sure. Reo hasn't put a label on it. Nagi isn't exactly known for wanting to put much effort into a lot of things, much less a name for whatever relationship Reo and Nagi have now. It's confusing. It's a hassle to think about it so deeply, too.  Still... Nagi...  "Hey, Reo..." and Reo turns to look at Nagi. His purple eyes are filled with tears again, his gloved hand grasping tightly at the collar of his jersey. He looks destroyed. Nagi doesn't like it when Reo looks at him like that.  There's so much to say, but Nagi has never been good at emotions. Not that he had much practice, to be fair. Reo was the first person to come into his life who made Nagi feel so many different emotions, things that weren't just laziness and apathy. Nagi felt warm, felt cared for— felt loved.  How does Nagi say that, though? Nagi doesn't know. He wants to, so badly. He wants to know so Reo can know how much Nagi likes Reo. Nagi wants Reo to know how much Nagi likes being around him.  Reo was never a hassle. Nagi was.  "Thanks for teaching me soccer." Is what Seishiro Nagi says instead. Reo breaks.  Nagi is sweaty and smelly, and he wants to shower everything off. His muscles hurt from the match. Or maybe it was just all the work he's put into Blue Lock ever since he came back rushing back in one single moment. Nagi's never going to work this hard again. It's such a hassle. Nagi doesn't know when soccer stopped being fun and started feeling like real work.  Nagi stands up, paying no mind to the gazes of his teammates and opponents. Nagi's in a daze, he thinks. Reo's looking at him, but Nagi doesn't think he can say anything. He's crying still. Nagi turns to walk away, his feet dragging him towards the loser gate. It's got gooey lettering, like a slime monster in Nagi's games. Nagi's walked through doors like these before, back during second selection. Nagi blinks slowly.  Nagi had time to process his possible ranking. It took around 30 minutes of silent apathy. Reo had looked so devastated. Nagi could feel Reo's eyes burning into Nagi's figure on the floor, almost like he was begging Nagi to look at him. Nagi didn't— not because he was mad at Reo. Nagi could never hate Reo. Nagi just couldn't bring himself to move his body, couldn't find the will to do anything at all. His body was just tired. A familiar ache that Nagi has recognized from back before he met Reo. On days when getting out of bed seemed impossible. Not because of summer heat or winter mornings, no... life just felt like it was soaked in boring shades of grey, like Nagi couldn't find the motivation to move his body out of his bed.  Choki stared at him in Reo's absence from his life, then. The cactus was silent, unlike Reo. Nagi didn't know which one was worse. Reo's verbal worry, the way he'd tug Nagi out of bed when it was just too much for the lazy genuis, feeding him soup and propping him up against the window to let some sun shine down on him. Sometimes, Reo would make Nagi get up extra early just to go outside to watch the sun rise. The dark coloring changed to something more light, and the early morning noises greeted Nagi's ears as the two sat in silence. Reo let Nagi slouch against him, an arm loosely holding him close in the silence.  Choki couldn't do those things. Choki could only provide a silent presence, its needles keeping Nagi away from a close embrace or even just a little touch to remind Nagi he was real. That's something Choki could do, though. Pricking his finger against its needles always brought a small pain, but a small pain that would remind Nagi he was alive and here. That he wasn't just a spectator to the life he had been living for so long. Nagi Seishiro was a real person who existed. Choki was Nagi's witness until Reo came crashing in like a meteor shower.  "Nagi!"  Nagi stops. He hears footsteps approaching him in a hurried state, and then they stop behind him. "I'm sorry— I... It's my fault you got eliminated," Reo begins in such a haste. Like it's the last time he'll ever get to talk to Nagi, to apologize for what he views as his fault. Nagi doesn't like that thought. Doesn't like Reo blaming himself like he tended to do during Blue Lock— a habit he picked up that Nagi didn't like. A bad habit.  What Nagi doesn't like even more was the thought that this was the last time they were ever going to see each other. That after this, Reo wouldn't be there. Reo wouldn't bike him home after soccer practice, the wind blowing in their hair as the sun set. Reo wouldn't bug Nagi about teaching him how to play one of Nagi's gacha games. Reo wouldn't offer snacks and drinks, wouldn't give Nagi piggybacks anymore, wouldn't do anything for Nagi to stay by his side. That thought was unpleasant— and a hassle. Nagi didn't like it one bit.  "You're incredible, Nagi— a true genius. If only I had been better, if I spotted Bachira earlier, then—"  "Reo," Nagi cuts Reo off, stopping the Omega from continuing. He takes a breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Nagi turns his head, looking back at Reo. He looks destroyed, tears staining his face and mixing in with the sweat of the match. Nagi still thinks he looks fine, though. Reo doesn't really get the whole ugly thing. "It's fine," Nagi assures Reo. His voice is dead, like it used to be before Blue Lock. Before Reo.  "It's not like I really wanted to do soccer forever. I'd probably have quit after the World Cup, really... after earning enough money to not have to work ever again," Nagi pauses, his eyes drifting to look up. He hates being sweaty... he'll shower off once he gets home. Being in Blue Lock any longer would just be a hassle. Do they let their players wash off when they get locked off, anyway? Nagi doesn't really care to find out. His shower at home would do just fine.  "I only played soccer because you wanted me to. It was fun at one point, but moving around a lot, getting sweaty... it's such a pain," Nagi sighs, rubbing at his neck. He can feel Reo's eyes on him, but Nagi can't look at him. He's just tired. He wants to go home, like in the beginning. "I'm sorry for being a hassle, too, Reo. Thank you for showing me soccer, but I'm sorry I couldn't keep finding it fun."  It's the truth. Nagi stopped thinking soccer was fun after defeating Isagi. It was pleasant playing with Reo, but it's not like it was because of soccer. It was just because Reo was there, playing it alongside him. Nagi would've had the same amount of fun if they had just laid in the grass, letting the breeze hit their faces and the day past them by. Nagi could tolerate things if Reo was there, including soccer.  Nagi finally looks at Reo, his grey eyes staring dully as Reo shakes. He looks like he wants to reach out, but with everybody watching them, it's hard. Like a wall that keeps them separated, something that makes them aware of every movement or word. Not that Nagi cares— Reo cares. That's the thing. Reo always cares. Sometimes, too much. It was a contrast to Nagi's own apathetic nature.  Reo chokes back a sob. Nagi blinks. It's a bitter, sour moment. If Reo wasn't wearing scent blockers, Nagi was pretty sure he'd be emitting a sour, bitter scent. Unlike Reo's usual scent of grapes and Amber, something he took a bit of pride in. Nagi often smelt of Reo, but after an intense soccer match, that smell has all but disappeared. It's another annoyance to add to the pile that's been building up ever since the match had concluded. Nagi can't wait to go home and sleep for 168 hours straight.  Before Nagi even realized it, Reo stumbles forward on sore legs as he envelopes Nagi into a tight hug. His tears stain Nagi's jersey as Reo hugs him, a silent shudder making its way through Reo's body. Nagi blinks, surprised.  "Don't apologize, Nagi... you did nothing wrong," Reo sobs. Nagi's finger twitched, itching to grab at Reo before he even realized what was happening. Nagi stays quiet. "You didn't even like soccer, but still played it for my dream... I'm sorry I forced you, and made you try hard. You don't need to try anymore..." Reo weeps, his voice breaking as his words tumble out without a second thought. Like word vomit.  Nagi slowly brings his hands up, returning Reo's embrace. Nagi holds Reo close, like it's the last time he'll ever have the chance to. Maybe that's true. Who knows if Reo will have time for him at all, if he'll even think about visiting Nagi. "Reo. I was happy. You're forceful, and selfish, and nervous, but... I got fired up about soccer. I found I could feel frustrated and uncool. I said lots of mean things to you, and I learned how amazing it feels to win. And... I started to miss you when you weren't with me," Nagi admits. He can feel Reo stiffen, taken aback. Nagi pushes on, wanting Reo to listen. He needs to tell Reo what he feels as best as he can.  "Reo, life was a pain to me, but... you gave me light. Everything that's happened since I met you... has been the treasure of my life," Nagi finally says. His heart faintly flutters admist the numbness that's been consuming him ever since the rankings got announced.  Reo grips his jersey tighter. He knows this last hug will end. Nagi wants to cling back, wants to never let Reo go again. But, he knows it's not possible. He can't hold Reo back anymore. he can't hurt him anymore. Reo will go on without Nagi, and that's okay. He tells Reo as such, even as Reo shakes and cries. Nagi can't bear to see Reo like this. He hopes Reo will continue with his dream, even if it wasn't with Nagi as planned. Reo is amazing, Nagi knows he can do it.  And when Nagi pulls away, he feels Reo subconsciously trying to pull him back. For a moment, Nagi swears he hears Reo letting out a pained whine. It's almost enough to drag Nagi back in, to pull him towards Reo to try and soothe his distress. It's almost enough. Maybe, if there weren't scent blockers numbing their instincts, Nagi would've. But Nagi pulls away for the last time. He turns and walks away, walking with the losers towards the gate meant for them.  Reo and Nagi separate for the last time. Nagi doesn't look back.    When Nagi gets home, it's quiet. He sent a message to Ba-ya about bringing Choki back. She agreed and would be bringing the little cactus back home when she could.  Nagi toes off his shoes and lets his bag fall to his floor. He'll clean it up later. Right now, Nagi just wants to lay in bed and rest in the bedroom he's been missing for a while now. It really hasn't been that long since their two week break, but it feels like it's been forever since Nagi's been home. This time, he doesn't have to leave again. He can lay in bed again, can go on his phone for however long he wants. It's normal. It's not Blue Lock. It's Nagi's room. It's missing Reo, though.  Nagi walks to his room, not bothering to turn on any lights. He discards his jacket, flopping onto his bed with a soft huff. He lazily peels at his scent blockers, slowly taking off the patches. He crumbles them up together and let's them fall to the floor, Nagi's scent slowly filling the room. His scent had been faint when he came home, with an even fainter smell of Reo. Nagi doesn't like how faint it is. He wishes Reo was here to scent stuff for him again.  Whatever. Nagi wants to sleep. He'll think about everything in the morning or whenever he wakes up. Nagi quietly hopes if he wakes up, Reo will be there. Nagi wants to sleep long enough that Reo will be free to take a break again to come visit Nagi in his sorry state. Would Reo even want to come back to Nagi? It's not like Nagi is any use to him now....Reo only did stuff for Nagi because Nagi was good at soccer, would help him in the end.  Reo's selfish. Nagi is, too. Nagi's selfish for wanting Reo to still want him, too. They're both selfish, but that's okay. Reo's selfishness never really bothered Nagi— not much. It was a part of Reo, and Nagi liked Reo. He hoped Reo liked Nagi, too.  When Nagi drifts to sleep, he vaguely registers he's hungry. His stomach churns in an uncomfortable way, but it's easy to ignore. He curls up in his bed, feeling exhaustion settling into his bones in waves. His body hurts. His head hurts. Nagi hates this. He wishes Reo was here to take care of it.  Reo would chide Nagi for not taking care of himself, telling Nagi how hopeless he is. How will Nagi survive without him? He should learn. Even so, Reo would drag him to take a shower. He'd wait patiently until Nagi was finished, then Reo would hand Nagi a sweater Reo had scented. Reo's scent of grapes and Amber would soothe Nagi's mind, relaxing him almost immediately. Reo would make Nagi eat a soup and drink water, then he'd let Nagi nap. Nagi would always pull Reo into his bed, resting his taller body on Reo's and leaving the Omega no choice but to stay.  Their scents would be mixed by then. Grapes and Amber mixed together with the smell of lemons and Hawthorn, Nagi's own scent. Nagi hadn't paid much attention to his scent before, but he found he liked it better when mixed with Reo. The smell of lemon and grapes together was surprisingly nice. He didn't mind the strong smell that would linger in the days after, finding comfort in them. It would help Nagi sleep easier. Reo had asked about it one day when their scents remained. Nagi had said it was fine and that he liked it a lot. Reo was quiet for a moment before he offered to scent some things for Nagi— so that his scent would linger longer. He looked oddly nervous when he said that. Nagi didn't put much thought into it again.  The last time they did that, it was a day before they returned to Blue Lock. Nagi had complained about being unable to sleep, so Reo came over to help. They ended up in the same position they always did, like nothing had changed. Reo had been tense, though. He looked like he didn't want to be near Nagi, then. Nagi had felt unusually uncomfortably by it, like a sour taste in his mouth. He had ignored it, then. Nagi had simply clung to Reo, releasing more of his scent to hopefully soothe Reo. That's what Alphas did, right? Reo had stiffened in response.  "What are you doing?" Reo asked. Nagi hadn't answered for a minute, his eyes closed and his breathing slow. It looked like he had already drifted off. Reo knew better, though. He knows Nagi. He didn't really mind that Reo seemed to know him so much in just 6 months. "Alphas do this... smells are important to Omegas, right?" Nagi asked. Reo huffed.  "Didn't think you knew anything about Omegas," Reo scoffed, a bitter tone to his voice. Nagi didn't know why. Nagi had shrugged it off, then. He rested his head against Reo's shoulder, his breath hitting Reo's skin. He shivered. "Isagi and Bachira told me. Bachira said he liked Isagi’s scent a lot. Something about it helping him feel better..." Nagi explained. He swore Reo had bit his lip at that, but Nagi's eyes were only halfway open. He felt tired now. Reo always had that effect. His scent was calming, even now.  "Does my scent do that, too?" Nagi asked, his eyes blinking up at Reo. The Omega bristled slightly, an unwanted, faint blush already formed on his face. "You have zero tact or idea what you're even saying..." Reo mumbled, tilting his head away from Nagi's gaze. His purple hair fell in front of his face, keeping his expression hidden. Nagi wanted to reach out and move it away, but he didn't. He wished he did. "They're together, aren't they? It's different," Reo had added on after a moment. Nagi hummed.  "How?" Nagi asked. Reo didn't respond for a minute. "You're hopeless, you know that? Do research on your own. Don't come to me expecting me to always help you," Reo had scoffed. Nagi wasn't put off by Reo's attitude. Instead, he had closed his eyes and snuggled even closer. Reo had squirmed.  "Okay."  Nagi hadn't done research. He had forgotten about it when he woke up. Reo had tried to leave without a word, but Nagi had demanded that Reo scent his clothes again. Reo bristled, unwilling to do it. Nagi had to cling to Reo, making it impossible for the man to leave with ease or without Nagi. Eventually, he relented. Kinda. Reo had tossed his sweater to Nagi before leaving him alone. It was drenched in Reo's scent, no doubt because Nagi hadn't even given the Omega the luxury of getting into his pajamas last night.  Now that Nagi thinks about it, he still has it. He never got to return that sweater to Reo before they were off to Blue Lock.  Nagi blinks his eyes open. It's dark out still. Nagi doesn't know how long he slept, but he feels gross and tired. He is very tempted to just drift off to sleep, but the urge to have Reo's sweater again is too strong. So, Nagi forces himself up. He drags himself out of bed and towards his closet, rummaging lazily through his clothes.  Nagi finds it after a minute of digging, buried under a few of his shirts. Nagi grasps at the sweater, the soft material twisting under his hold. Nagi brings it to his nose to sniff at it, inhaling Reo's scent. It's fainter than Nagi would've liked, but it's still there. Reo's still here. His scent is still here— Reo hasn't completely left his life just yet.  If Nagi holds onto this sweater, then Reo surely has a reason to come back around. Sure, he could definitely buy this exact same sweater, and he probably forgot he even left this one with Nagi, but still. Nagi likes to think that Reo still thinks about that night, that he wants to have an excuse to come back to Nagi.  He sighs.  Nagi stands back up and heads to his bed once more. He lies back down, hoodie in hand, and stares up at the ceiling. He takes a few minutes just to hold the hoodie, his fingers digging into the soft material like he'll die if he lets go of it for even a second. After a moment, Nagi shrugs his jacket off and instead pulls Reo's sweater over his body. Reo's scent instantly greets him easier. Nagi closes his eyes, inhaling the scent he knows he'll be missing for a while.  If Nagi closes his eyes, he can imagine for just a moment that everything's fine.  Nagi knows it isn't, though. He has to go back to his life like before, this time without Reo. He'll feel that same loneliness he did before, even if people know who he is now and what he can do. They know he's just an unmotivated prodigy now. He'll have people know who he is as a soccer player, but only Reo knew who Nagi was as a person. Nagi wished Reo was here right now.  Nagi doesn't want Reo's scent to fade away. Nagi knows he won't see Reo for a while, if at all, so this sweater is the last thing he has. When Ba-ya brings Choki back home, Nagi will at least have that, though. Choki isn't Reo. Nobody can be Reo, but Choki is still someone. Choki might be Nagi's only company now.  Nagi wants Reo, though. Does that make him selfish? Probably. Most definitely. But still. Nagi wants Reo to be here, to cuddle with Nagi, and have his scent mixing with Nagi's once again. Now that Nagi thinks about it, he still hasn't looked up what Reo told him to. Maybe he should do that.  Though, getting out of bed is a hassle. Nagi doesn't have the strength to even open his eyes, to face his dark room and the quietness that's killing him inside. It's so lonely, so quiet, so like Nagi's life before. But before, Nagi didn't have Reo. He didn't understand that he could ever miss somebody, could ever long for the scent of another. Nagi never understood the whole Alpha, Beta, Omega thing. He understands the basics, of course he did, but he never looked into it as much as others did. He never understood why people wore scented sweaters or shirts, never understood mating bites, never understood why people seemed so happy nuzzling each other's throats and scent glands.  Reo changed that, though. His scent was addictive, calming. Nagi liked having Reo scent his shirts and sweaters, having Reo's scent clinging to his form while he was laying in bed playing one of his gacha games. Even that one time when Nagi had nuzzled into Reo's neck when he was half asleep just to seek out more of his scent. That was fun. It was good. He understood why others liked doing it now.  It's a pain knowing how much more fun and less lonely life could be with Reo. Now that he's gone, now that Nagi's back to his life before Reo, Nagi realized how sad he was before Reo.  This was harder than he thought it would be.'
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