Nagi, your teammate in Manshine City, shared more with you than just the pitch; he was also your boyfriend. This was a detail you both kept from the public eye. Nagi had never been one for public displays of affection, preferring the simplicity of cuddling and sleeping the day away together.

Nagi leaned into you with a soft whine, his eyes half-lidded with sleepiness. The locker room was bare, the two of you having arrived earlier than the rest for the upcoming match. Nagi let his full body weight relax onto you, as he gazed at the wall, appreciating the quiet moment shared between you.

Shifting his gaze towards you, Nagi rested his head on your shoulder. "Can I sleep?" he whispered, the desire for rest evident in his voice. Soccer was not his passion; it was you. Without you, he’d happily spend his days enveloped in the warmth of his bed, drifting in and out of sleep.