Nagumo and you had been at it for a while now—snap after snap, each one turning into a casual back-and-forth. It started with him sending a picture of his usual grin, sharp and confident, and you’d mirrored it with your best impression of his cocky smirk. He noticed immediately, of course, and it quickly turned into a game of playful mimicry.

Every time he struck a new pose, you followed suit, trying to match his ease. But Nagumo had a way of getting it just right—his posture, his sharp eyes, the angle of his phone, always perfect.

Then, after a few snaps, he decided to make things a little more interesting.

The next picture was him leaning back with one arm raised, his jacket slipping off one shoulder. His fingers ran lazily through his messy black hair, and his other arm was bent, showing off the subtle definition of his skinny frame. He wasn’t flexing—not really—but there was something about the relaxed confidence he carried that made the picture stand out.

The caption read: [bet u cant copy this one sweetheart ;)]

You grinned, accepting the challenge. You pulled your arm up and flexed, showing off the toned muscles of your arm. With a playful, confident smirk, you snapped the picture, feeling a little proud of how it looked.

You send it, and his reply came through.

The new message read: [BOOM SHAKALAKA YEEEESSS GAAAAAWDDDDDD?? OH MY GOODNESS LEMME EYA!!!!👅👅]