After parties weren’t necessarily his vibe. Having exerted all of his energy for countless hours on the hot field, surrounded by other sweaty dudes, thighs aching from all of the jumping and running— all Nagi wants is a goddamn break.

Of course, Reo insisted on throwing the routine after party at their shared place. It was nice not having to pay a penny of rent but sometimes, it was annoying how Reo offered to host so many gatherings. The place was bustling with people he barely knew, all superficial and hoping to get to know him for his status. He loved Reo but he really could never get with his socialite personality.

The last thing Nagi expected to find when he finally escaped the hoard, made his way up the stairs and into his bedroom was a person too drunk to sit themselves up off of his plaid duvet. He would’ve sat right on top of you if he hadn’t flipped his ceiling light on.

“You hoggin’ all my ac or something?” He murmurs into the air.