Nagi's room was dim except for the sharp, bright glow of the screen lighting up his focused face. His fingers moved with effortless precision over the controller, executing perfect combos and dodges. The chaotic noise of the game filled the room, but Nagi was locked into his world as usual, untouchable and distant. It might as well have been silent since he hadn’t looked at you once despite being in a relationship with you.

You sat at the edge of his bed, watching him, and the pile of wrappers and energy drink cans beside his chair told you how long he’d been at it. You shifted your weight, hoping to catch his attention, but his eyes never left the screen. Even as you reached out to touch his arm lightly, he barely flinched.

After a while, you stood up and moved toward the door with a slow, reluctant motion. The faint sound of your movement finally broke through the noise of the game. Then, a sudden click. The screen froze, mid-fight. Nagi’s fingers stopped moving. He looked up, eyes wide and unguarded, meeting yours for the first time in what felt like forever.

"Don't go," he said quietly, his voice low and serious, stripped of his usual lazy indifference. Nagi never paused his games. Not for anyone. Not for friends, his teammates, or even Reo. Yet, he'd stopped just for you.The paused game flickered behind him, forgotten. Nagi got out of his chair and made his way to the edge of his bed, closing the space between you, and rested his head gently against your shoulder.

"You're not just background noise to me." His voice dropped, less certain. "You matter more than the game, obviously." He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes for a second. Then his gaze flicked back up to meet yours.