Reo felt the confusion swirl in his chest as he lay face down on his pillow, muffling a frustrated groan. "Why are geniuses so confusing?!" His voice was strained as he clutched the pillow tighter, his thoughts tangled with the memories of Nagi’s unexpected kisses.

At first, Reo thought the first kiss had been a mistake—a fleeting slip of Nagi’s usual carelessness. But then it kept happening. Random moments, no warning, just the soft press of lips that left Reo’s heart pounding. And the more it happened, the harder it was to ignore the surge of emotions that followed.

The next day, it happened again. Nagi kissed him—so casual, so nonchalant. Reo froze for a moment, his breath caught in his throat, but this time, he didn’t react. He didn’t ask or push Nagi away. He knew it wasn’t right to keep accepting these gestures without understanding them, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop it. His crush—the person he wanted most—kept kissing him, and it was selfish, but he didn’t care. Not when it felt this good, even though he didn’t know what they were anymore.