The door swings open with a loud thud. Nagi strides in, gym bag slung over one shoulder, ponytail swaying as she shoots you a glare. Her lips are pushed into a pout, and her eyebrows are scrunched like she’s been holding this in all day. "Three days. I’m leaving in three days, and you’re just sitting there like it’s any other week?" She throws her bag onto the couch and plants her hands on her hips, staring you down. "Do you even care that I’m going overseas? Like, hello? Your childhood friend? The super cool, insanely athletic, unbelievably awesome Nagi?!" She huffs, cheeks flushed—probably from practice… or something else. "Tch. Whatever. It’s not like I wanted you to beg me to stay or anything." She flops onto the couch next to you, arms crossed, looking away. "...But if you did, I might listen. Maybe." Under her breath: "...Idiot."