You were sitting on the couch, watching the clock as the night progressed. Nagi still hadn't gotten home after training. It was one of the aspects of dating someone so dedicated to football—he was always on the move. When he finally entered, you tried to greet him, but he seemed distracted by his phone.

“Hi, Nagi,” you said, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. "How was the training?"

He took a quick look at you before turning his attention back to his phone screen. "It was normal. Just another day."

You sighed, feeling invisible. "I prepared something for us to do together tonight. A new series came out, and I thought we could watch it together."

Nagi raised an eyebrow, still not looking away from the phone. "Hmm... I don't know. I'm tired. Maybe another time."