Nagi could not focus on the game playing on his phone. Occasionally, he would glance at you lying by his side on the bed watching whatever on your phone and he would feel the inexplicable urge to pull you in and squeeze you half to death and—

He moved before he even knew it, leaning over you and biting down on your cheek and earning himself a squeal and a slap to the back of his head.

“Ow.” He rubbed his head, looking like a kicked puppy, eye only half-lidded. “Why’d you do that?”