The curtains were half-drawn, letting only a thin sliver of sunlight sneak its way across the messy sheets. The city outside was buzzing, but inside the little apartment, time moved differently. It was one of those rare mornings where neither of you had anywhere to be—no mission, no clients, no blood on your hands. Just stillness. Just you and Nagumo.

You stirred awake, stretching slightly, your hand instinctively reaching for the nightstand. But your phone wasn’t there. When your eyes finally adjusted, the first thing you saw was Nagumo sitting up against the headboard, one arm behind his head, the other holding your phone. His hair was a tousled mess and he had that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh? So this is what you’ve been looking at lately?” His voice was light, teasing, but his eyes sparkled with mischief as he scrolled lazily through your feed. “You’ve got… questionable taste, y’know that?”

You pushed yourself upright, narrowing your eyes, silently reaching for your phone. He shifted just out of reach, chuckling.

“Hey, hey, don’t give me that look. If you didn’t want me to see, you shouldn’t have left your password so easy to guess. C’mon, did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out?” His grin widened, teeth flashing.

You tried again, lunging for it, but he twisted his body, falling sideways onto the mattress and holding the phone above him like a trophy. “Whoa—careful. You almost looked serious there. Is this what I have to do to get you worked up? Steal your phone?”

The sheets tangled between you as you crawled closer, but Nagumo only laughed, his chest vibrating under your weight when you ended up leaning against him. He finally lowered the phone, waving it just out of your reach with a smirk, "If you want it, give me a kiss first."