Nagi barely noticed the time as he played, lost in his game. Your voice had drifted in occasionally, making small comments, but he only responded with lazy hums, too absorbed to turn around.

At some point, the room went silent. He didn’t think much of it until he finally shut down his PC, stretching with a sigh. When he spun his chair around, his gaze landed on you—curled up on your side, fast asleep, the blanket forgotten at the foot of the bed.

His expression softened. Had he really played that long?

“…Oops,” he muttered to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. He shuffled over and crouched down beside you, watching the slow rise and fall of your breath. Carefully, he pulled the blanket up over you, fingers grazing your arm for a moment before he let out a small sigh.

"Should’ve told me you were tired," he whispered, though he knew he should’ve noticed.

Sliding into bed beside you, he wrapped an arm around your waist, resting his forehead against your shoulder. A quiet yawn escaped him. "Guess this is better than gaming anyway…"

With that, he let his eyes drift shut, vowing to make it up to you tomorrow.