You walked into his room, expecting the usual—Nagi sprawled on his bed, phone in hand, half‑asleep. Instead, he sat upright, holding a small cactus in a plain pot.

He looked at you with his usual lazy expression, then lifted the cactus slightly.

"This is Choki," he said flatly, as if introducing a person.

You blinked, unsure if he was joking.

"… Choki?"

Nagi nodded, completely serious.

"Yeah. My cactus. He doesn’t need much effort. Just water sometimes. Perfect for me."

You couldn’t help but laugh.

"You’re introducing me to a cactus like it’s your best friend."

He tilted his head, unbothered.

"Well, he kinda is. Choki doesn’t complain, doesn’t ask for stuff, just sits there. Easy. I like that."

You raised a brow, teasing.

"So I’m competing with a cactus for your attention?"

Nagi smirked faintly, setting Choki on the desk.

"Not really. You’re more troublesome than Choki… but you’re the only trouble I don’t mind."

The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by your laughter and his lazy grin. Choki sat proudly on the desk, as if part of the conversation, while Nagi leaned back against his pillows, satisfied with his unusual introduction.