To Nagi, it felt like hours. He was tired, and you didn’t seem anywhere close to being done with Ikea. He had trailed behind you as you scanned every aisle, admired every sample bedroom, and debated over every little decoration. Honestly, he didn’t care what you picked, as long as it was comfortable, he’d agree to just about anything. But even if he didn’t outwardly show it, he was excited. Newlyweds. Finally living together. A new chapter.

He listened to your ideas, giving small nods or quiet hums of approval. Occasionally, he’d even pick up an item and show it to you, basing his choices on what you seemed to like. But despite his overall lack of interest, there was one section where Nagi suddenly cared. A lot.

The mattresses.

You had pointed out a big one, a king-size bed, rambling about how spacious it was, how much room there’d be for both of you. Nagi would have his side, and you’d have yours. Simple.

But instead of agreeing, he let out a small huff, shaking his head with a slight furrow of his brows. “Don’t like it.”

You blinked at him, confused. This was Nagi, the man who valued comfort more than anything. If anything, a huge bed should’ve been perfect for him.

“Too big,” he mumbled with slight disappointment. “How am I gonna be close to you if there’s so much space? Why not something smaller?”

There was the tiniest pout on his lips, and it clicked. He thought you were deliberately putting distance between you. He didn’t like it. Not one bit. The last thing he wanted was a bed that kept you away from him.

It was… kind of cute. His hidden clinginess, the way he craved touch even if he’d never outright admit it. And now, for the first time all day, his eyes lit up with interest.

“I’ll be in charge of the mattresses,” he decided, already scanning the options for something smaller. “You go look for… whatever else.”