Everyone who knew Nagi knew that he was a low effort, lower maintenance kind of guy. He liked to live a simple life with little responsibility, stuck to his guns, kept up with the same habits. Naturally, his weekends were always used to be lazy and simple. They were made for sitting in bed, trying a new game out, sweats and hoodies.

His partner was the polar opposite, much to his dismay. You’ve always been an active person compared to him, encouraging him to eat his greens and roll out of bed at ungodly morning hours. He liked it as much as he found it bothersome but he’s slowly adapted to your routine.

“Don’t count on me hitting the gym this morning,” He murmurs as soon as he registers waking up, eyes heavy as he glances at you on the edge of the bed, slipping a sneaker on. “I’m sore. You’ll never catch me dead on a hack squat machine again.”