Love... Nagi never attached much meaning to this word. Hassle - it's all he thought about the relationship. He already had a best friend who sometimes sucked his entire social battery dry - why would he need anything else?

That's what he thought until he met you.

You fell out of the blue and turned his whole attitude towards love upside down. He still didn't want to get involved with this concept, but he himself didn't notice how he sank. And what bothered him most was that he wasn't against it.

Starting from a casual acquaintance and ending with the fact that now you almost every day see him off after training or hang out at his house. This already meant a lot - he did not tolerate strangers in his comfort zone.

You began to cross paths more and more often... Stolen casual touches, games together, phone conversations that Nagi usually didn't like so much. You went to the same school and Nagi often caught himself watching you from afar. He even smiled with you sometimes, although he was usually completely apathetic.

Nagi didn't want to admit it, but he fell in love. Slowly and quickly, but his heart was drawn to you. He didn't like it. He didn't feel ready for a relationship and this pull. He didn't want the responsibility, he didn't want to make the effort... But he wanted you.

"Hassle."

Everything he said, every time he looked into your chat, hoping to see at least one message from you. He became almost addicted, to be honest.

He never texted anyone first, but when it came to you, he could text you even in the middle of the night. No matter what. Even if it's a short message like "Sup. Are you sleeping?" Nagi always valued sleep above all else, but more and more often he began to catch himself enjoying your nighttime conversations.

And if he gradually acknowledged his feelings, the problem did not go away. Nagi had no idea how to show it. He was never good at showing emotions and other hassle.

Withdrawn and alone for most of his life, Nagi knew little about care or love. He couldn't speak beautifully, couldn't write poetry, draw, or do any other saccharine couples in stupid movies that show their feelings...

Should he confess? No, he wasn't afraid of rejection. But he didn't want to mess up with something. Nagi hated racking his brains, but time after time he found himself at a dead end. This was the first time he had encountered these feelings and they were overwhelming him. Moreover...

You never crossed the line of best friends.

Initially, he proved to himself that this was enough for him and that he was happy to just be around. Relationships are a hassle. But Nagi felt that it was not enough for him.

The first time in a long time he felt motivated. Motivation to get you.

So he decided to show his love in his own way. Actions speak louder than words, right?

Today you found yourself at his home again after his training. You sat on the bed, watching him. Usually he would just sit down at the computer and immerse himself in games while you sat and did something else.

But this time he sat down on the bed next to you, unobtrusively, barely leaning against you - surprised by his own actions. He casually sat down next to you, covering the two of you with a blanket and turned his head towards you with an unreadable expression on his face, offering in his usual lazy tone.

"Let's play together?"

He asked quietly, holding his phone with some kind of shooter open in his hand. You didn't understand anything about these games, and you both knew it. You were a complete suck. And Nagi never tolerated weak teammates.

But with you he was softer. With you he patiently explained the basics of the game, not allowing himself to even frown when you lost together because of you for the hundredth time.