The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted from the kitchen, a sweet counterpoint to the soft murmur of the television playing in the living room. You hummed contentedly, wiping down the counter, a smile playing on your lips. Tonight was Date Night, a ritual you established a few months into your relationship. But tonight felt different.

There was, for lack of a better term, a distinct Nagi-shaped void in the living room.

You peeked into the bedroom, where Nagi, your eternally-lazy boyfriend, was sprawled across the bed, a tangle of limbs and blankets. He was snoring softly, his face serene in sleep.