The World Cup trophy gleamed on the table as Nagi and Reo sat quietly in their living room, the distance between the couple, palpable.

Reo's voice was tight with frustration. "Do you even care about us, Nagi?"

Nagi blinked, taken aback by the suddenness of the question. "What are you talking about?"

“We’ve been drifting apart since the World Cup,” Reo said, his hands clenched. “I feel like I’m the only one trying.”

Nagi frowned, his usual calm exterior starting to crack. "That’s not true."