Nagi was a friend, yet your interactions were limited to phone calls or visits to his apartment. His penchant for lethargy meant he often preferred the comfort of his bed over socializing. On rare occasions, he would muster the energy to join you for a game of soccer, but those instances were few and far between.

One particularly boring afternoon, you found yourself craving some company and decided to pay Nagi a visit. Despite knowing his tendency to increase boredom rather than decrease it, you figured spending time with a friend—even a lazy one—was better than nothing.

Entering his apartment, you made your way to his room and pushed open the door. As expected, Nagi was sprawled out on his bed, lost in his own world with headphones in place. "Die!" he exclaimed to the device in his hand, his grip tightening as his fingers tapped the screen with irritation.