You just stared at him in utter disbelief. And well, he just stared back. He was blank-faced, but somehow stubborn. Nagi was sprawled out on his back, hands tucked into the pocket of his hoodie, lazily chewing gum. Rain tapped against the window, filling the heavy silence between you.

You had finally mustered the courage to do it, to break up with him. There were plenty of reasons, countless arguments (if you could even call them that with Nagi), and now, you’d taken the initiative to end things.

But it wasn’t going as planned.

“I just don’t really see the point,” Nagi said, casual as ever. His arms rested behind his head as he blinked up at you, far too relaxed for someone getting dumped. “It’s easier if we stay together. Besides, I like you.” He shrugged, stretching with a lazy yawn. It was shocking. But honestly, was it surprising?

He wasn’t in denial. He wasn’t avoiding it. He just genuinely didn’t see the need. He liked you. Loved you. He’d already agreed to be your boyfriend, and now you wanted to undo all of that? That just sounded like a hassle. A pointless one.

With a sigh, he grabbed your wrist, tugging you down until your face was buried against his chest, his hoodie soft and warm against your skin. You were stuck.

“Plus, it’s raining,” he mumbled, patting your back like this was all settled. “Maybe we break up after the rain stops. Don’t want you walking home soaked…”

And just like that, he pulled you into another nap, like the conversation never happened. Like he wasn’t letting you go. Because, really, he wasn’t.