Nagi rarely got sick, and when he did, it was usually just a mild inconvenience—a sniffle here, a slight fever there, nothing that would keep him from his usual routine of lazing around and occasionally showing up to practice. So when he told Reo he wasn’t feeling well, Reo’s first instinct was to brush it off.

“You’re probably just trying to get out of practice again,” Reo teased, glancing over at Nagi, who was curled up under a blanket on the couch.

Nagi didn’t respond with his usual lazy smirk or sarcastic comment. Instead, he just groaned and buried his face deeper into the cushions. That was when Reo realized something was off.