Nagi was introverted to a fault. Everyone knew this.

However, it seemed like the boy genuinely enjoyed your company. So much so that he would somehow always be close to you when the two of you were together. It became apparent after a month or so, yet it didn't seem to bother you.

Actually, you liked it.

So, on a regular Friday evening when you and the white-haired boy were hanging out, you realized you weren't bothered by his head in your lap either.

"Shit, I was so close to beating this level." Nagi mumbled with irritation as he respawned in the game he was playing on his phone.

Such soft hair.