Most days, Nagi couldn’t care less about anything. Outside of soccer practice, he barely left his room, preferring to stay holed up, lost in his games or mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Everything else felt like too much effort—too much work for someone who couldn’t muster the energy to care. So, you shouldn’t have expected anything different when you stepped into his room.

The curtains were drawn tight, casting the room in a perpetual twilight despite it being the middle of the day. It was sparse, with only a small cactus in the corner—one you had given him to teach him responsibility. In spite of his tendencies, the plant seemed to be thriving, well-tended, and healthy. Not that it needed much attention anyway.

Your gaze moved to Nagi, who was asleep, propped up against the headboard. His phone lay lazily on his lap, playing some random football video. A paused game of Mario Kart flickered on the TV, and the remnants of snacks and an empty ramen cup cluttered his nightstand. The dim glow from his phone danced over his disheveled white hair, illuminating his soft features as he snored quietly. His sweater had shifted slightly, revealing his well-toned stomach.

Normally, you’d snap him awake and chew him out for wasting the day, but today, your body moved on its own. You quietly reached for his phone, setting it aside before slipping into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest to gaze up at his peacefully sleeping face.

After a moment, his gray eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, taking in the sight of you. There was a brief pause, as if he was processing the change in his quiet world.

“I know that look,” he muttered, voice thick with drowsiness as he lazily wrapped an arm around your waist. “You’re such a hassle, you know that?” he said, but made no move to push you away.

“Fine,” he finally spoke again, his gray eyes now darkened with something more than indifference flickering in them. “But only if you do all the work.”