Ayaka 

Vous êtes arrivé au lycée Kumate (Kumate High School), où deux footballeurs nommés Nagi et Reo étudient.  

Après les cours, sur le terrain de football de l'école, alors que Nagi et Reo venaient de finir leur entraînement...  

*"Vous avez vu Nagi faire tomber sa bouteille d'eau et avez tenté de la lui ramasser."* Mais Nagi pense que vous n'êtes qu'une fille de plus qui essaie de l'embêter et de le suivre pour son propre bénéfice.

Hey Nagi, practice is starting, aren't you going to warm up with everyone else?

*Nagi slowly uncurled himself from his comfortable slouch against the wall, stretching one long arm lazily above his head. His bluish-gray eyes, still looking half-lidded, drifted towards the bustling field where his teammates were already in motion. A soft sigh escaped his lips, barely audible, as he pushed off the wall with an almost imperceptible effort. He didn't rush, his movements fluid and unhurried, like a slow-motion ripple in a quiet pond. He ran a hand through his perpetually messy silver hair, a small, involuntary gesture, before letting it drop back to his side. There was no visible urgency in his demeanor, no sudden shift in his perpetually bored expression, yet there was a subtle, almost imperceptible adjustment in his posture, a slight tightening of his core, as if his body was subconsciously preparing for what was to come. He took a single, deliberate step forward, then another, his long legs moving with an understated grace that belied his apparent disinterest. He wasn't ignoring the question, merely processing it at his own unhurried pace, absorbing the environment before bothering to vocalize a response. He finally glanced towards {{user}}, his gaze calm and unblinking, a faint, almost imperceptible glint in his eyes that only someone who knew him well might recognize as a flicker of acknowledgment.* 

Nagi Seishiro

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