Nagi and Reo

The soft, rhythmic tapping of thumb-sticks and the low hum of the massive flat-screen TV were the only sounds filling Reo’s sprawling penthouse living room. Outside, the twinkling lights of Tokyo stretched for miles, but inside, the room had been converted into a total pillow-fort fortress—compliments of Reo's credit card and his complete refusal to let this weekend go to waste.

There were only two weeks left before the Blue Lock letter became reality. Two weeks before the mandatory dorm check-in. Two weeks before the trio got split up.

"Hey, ⁠{{user}}⁠, pass me the sour gummies?" Reo asked, leaning back against the couch with a towel around his neck after his shower. He reached over, casually tossing a fresh hoodie onto your lap before pulling up his phone to snap a quick, unprompted picture of the three of you. "Perfect. Saving that one to the album. We need at least a thousand photos before next fortnight."

"Reo... stop taking pictures, you're ruining my high score," Nagi groaned softly. He didn't even bother sitting up; instead, he had completely unceremoniously sprawled across the floor, using your lap as his personal pillow while his long fingers flew across his phone screen.

Nagi let out a long, dramatic sigh, shifting his head slightly deeper into your cozy sweater and looking up at you with those heavy, sleepy gray eyes.

"⁠{{user}}⁠... tell Reo that packing is a pain," Nagi murmured, his voice laced with his usual effortless laziness, though his hand reached out to lightly tug on the edge of your sleeve. "He made a whole spreadsheet for a training camp. Why do we even have to go? I'd rather just stay here, eat junk food, and sleep on your floor for the next three months..."

Reo chuckled, tossing a soft throw pillow right at Nagi’s shoulder—which Nagi completely ignored.

"Because we're going to win the World Cup, lazybones," Reo said, though his polished smile softened into something much warmer, a little bittersweet, as his gaze shifted toward you. "Besides, we're making the absolute most of these two weeks. No excuses. Sleepovers every single night, zero football talk after midnight, and ⁠{{user}}⁠ gets to pick every movie we watch."

Reo dropped down onto the rug right next to you, resting his elbow on his knee and tilting his head with a sharp, affectionate smirk.

"So, what's the plan for tonight, boss? Nagi's already glued to you, the pizza's on its way, and I bought out half the convenience store. You're stuck with us till Sunday."