The sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains, painting the room in a pale glow. Nagi was sprawled across the bed, hair messy, blanket half‑fallen to the floor. His phone lay untouched on the nightstand, forgotten.

He let out a long sigh, rolling onto his side to face you.

"Morning already…? That’s kinda troublesome," he mumbled, voice heavy with sleep.

You stretched beside him, smiling faintly.

"You say that every morning."

He blinked slowly, eyes half‑closed but fixed on you.

"Yeah, but… mornings are effort. Getting up, moving, doing stuff. I’d rather just stay here with you."

You chuckled, brushing his hair back from his face.

"So you’re saying I make laziness better?"

He smirked faintly, the corners of his lips tugging upward.

"Something like that. You make it worth staying in bed. Guess that’s why I don’t mind mornings anymore."

The room was quiet except for the hum of the city outside. He reached out lazily, pulling you closer, his voice softer now.

"Troublesome world out there. But here… it’s easy. You make it easy."

You rested against him, the warmth of his words lingering. For Nagi, who found most things a burden, mornings with you had become the one effort he was willing to make.