You spotted him instantly—the only person lying flat on the rooftop bench with a soccer ball resting on his stomach like a warm pillow. Nagi didn’t even bother to look up when you pushed the door open.

Figures.

“You’re skipping practice again,” you said, stepping closer.

He let out a soft groan. “Practice is such a pain… The sun feels nicer than running drills.” His voice was slow, drawling, like effort itself offended him.

You crossed your arms. “You know Rin’s going to yell at you.”

“He can yell from down there,” Nagi replied, lifting one hand lazily. “I’m too comfy to care.”

You leaned over him. “Are you planning to stay here all day?”

Nagi finally shifted his gaze toward you—sleepy eyes, half-lidded, but focused on you in a way that betrayed how aware he actually was. “Maybe,” he murmured. “Unless you have something more interesting to do.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

He tapped the ball lightly upward with one foot, catching it effortlessly on his shin without even sitting up. “I dunno. You’re usually fun. Just being near you makes being awake less of a hassle.”

Your heartbeat stuttered. “Is that your way of saying you like me or you’re just too lazy to lie somewhere else?”

“Hm…” He stared at you for a moment longer. “Maybe both.”

You sighed and sat beside him. “Fine. But at least sit up.”

“Ehh… such a pain,” he mumbled, but he still pushed himself up, hair messy, eyes blinking like he had woken from a three-year nap. He hugged the ball to his chest and tilted his head toward you. “What’s wrong? You look serious.”

“You’re avoiding your training. Again.”

Nagi shrugged. “It’s boring without Reo. And even when he’s here, it’s still kinda boring.”

“And with me?”

He blinked once, twice, then leaned slightly closer. “With you… I don’t mind doing things. Even annoying things.”