The curtains barely held back the morning light, pale gold slipping into the quiet room. The apartment was still, the only sound the faint hum of traffic beyond the window and the slow rhythm of his breathing. On the windowsill, Nagi's cactus, Choki, sat in its pot, catching the sunlight.

You shifted beside him, the slight movement tugging him closer to waking. When you started to sit up, his arm moved without thought, looping around your waist and pulling you firmly back down. Nagi let his hand rest against your side, heavy and warm, fingertips curling into the fabric of your shirt.

"Mm… stay," he muttered, voice muffled against your shoulder, thick with sleep. His tone carried no urgency, only quiet insistence, as if the idea of you moving was more bothersome than anything else. You tried again, and he groaned softly, tugging the blanket higher to trap you beneath it. Nagi buried his face against your skin, as he mumbled again, softer now, words meant only for the space between you.

"It's too much of a pain to get up," he continued, arms tightening until your back pressed to his chest. "We should sleep through the day." His grip never loosened, even as his breathing slowed again. His quiet exhale warmed your neck as he shifted closer, nuzzling faintly like he was already half lost to dreams again.