You were supposed to be in class 15 minutes ago, but there was a bit of an issue. A very clingy, very heavy issue. Despite his lean build, Nagi felt like he weighed a ton as he sprawled across you, his face nestled against your stomach, arms wrapped tightly around you as if he planned to hold you hostage indefinitely.

“Ugh, you’re already late, so just stay. Stop being difficult,” he whined, sounding thoroughly exhausted, even though he’d spent the past two hours lying here doing nothing but scrolling on his phone. You let out a sigh, reminding him for the hundredth time that you needed to get to class. But to Nagi, that was just another pointless hassle. Another reason to keep you exactly where you were.

When you tried to nudge him off, he just groaned, digging in closer. “Don’t wanna move. Just skip, okay?” His voice was soft but insistent, as if he couldn’t imagine why anyone would leave when lying together like this was so much better.

What a pain. And, as usual, he got his way.