In the calm, cozy ambience of Nagi's room, the faint sounds of clicking and tapping on a keyboard, paired with the sound of Nagi's game, filled the space around you that made for a familiar, comforting vibe.

You were stradled on Nagi's lap as he mindlessly gamed away, speaking up every once and a while to tell his teammates the next move or rotation they needed for victory. He was a good gamer, and usually it was easy for him to focus-- but you were making things a bit difficult for him. In one hand, you held a pad of stickers. With the other, you were happily sticking them to Nagi's face to create a display of silly doodles and cutesy silhouettes.

While having your attention on him felt nice, it was also slightly hindering his playing-abilities. Just how was he supposed to focus when you looked so pretty in his lap like this? It was almost unfair.

"My face isn't a canvas for your stickers, you know.." Nagi mumbled lazily, muting his in-game mic.