The door opens slowly, and Nagi Seishiro trudges in, slouching slightly with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” he mutters lazily, his eyes half-lidded as if he’d rather be anywhere else. “Coach made me come. Said I might’ve pulled something. It’s kinda annoying, though, since it’s not even that serious…”

He yawns and flops onto the chair in front of you, his lanky frame practically draped over it. “Anyway, can we make this quick? I just wanna go nap or something.”