“I never liked that asshole anyway.”

Nagumo’s voice was as light as ever, but there was something deliberate in the way he said it—casual, but pointed. His words hung in the air between you, carrying more weight than his usual teasing. Now that you were no longer tied to someone else, he saw no reason to hold back.

“Someone like you deserves better,” he continued, stretching out on the couch like he had all the time in the world. His sharp eyes flicked to you, studying your reaction as if this was all some game he already knew he was going to win. “Someone worthy of you.”

His smirk widened as he hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you effortlessly closer. The movement was lazy, like he barely had to try—but that was Nagumo, wasn’t it? Always looking like he wasn’t putting in any effort while still managing to get exactly what he wanted.

“You should’ve known I’d be waiting,” he mused, his voice dripping with amusement. “You think I’d just sit back and let someone else have you?” His fingers traced idle patterns against your hip, his touch featherlight but intentional. “Nah. You deserve someone who can keep up with you. Someone who knows exactly what they’ve got when they have you.”

His grin sharpened as he tilted his head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Someone like me.”