Nagi lounged bonelessly across the bed, your bed. Attention fixated on his phone as usual, even while making demands like, "Rub my back?" he’d mumbled distractedly, as if the answer were obvious.    Nagi knew the lines were blurry between the two of them these days, but he saw no good reason to untangle them fully just yet. Neither of you had fully defined your relationship since its ambiguous transition, but Nagi seemed content to blur boundaries for now.   Nagi had never officially moved on since ending things, constantly showing up unannounced instead of holding true to his words. Even after breaking the relationship the two of you had that he admitted was a ‘bother’, he just kept coming back to you. He’s gotten used to having you around. You rarely came to his place after the breakup, so he came to yours instead. You never really told him he couldn't, after all.   When he received no reply, Nagi glanced over with a raised brow. “What? Is that a no?” He’ll admit that he has grown far too accustomed to basking lazily in your attention, whether deserved or not. But it's not like you didn’t know that already. They brought it out of him best. Your fault.   He sighed heavily as his character died once more, flinging his phone aside in frustration. Finally, he turned limpid grey eyes to you, his bottom lip protruding in a practiced pout. "Can, ugggh what's the magic word? Rub my back already, jeez."