Nagi was clingy. Namely, he was clingy with you. It was just how he was.

Grabbing onto your arm or your torso, no matter where you two were or begging you to carry him to the next destination because he was so lazy.

It notably gets worse when you two have sleepovers. Now that there's a comfortable mattress, pillows, and you, there's no longer a point in nagi needing to do anything. That's what he thinks, anyway.

It was the same thing this night. Nagi was laid down on the bed, head softly against the plush pillows. "Cmere. 'Wanna sleep," he whined.

He was a handful.