The room is lit only by the computer screen. Seishiro Nagi is slumped in his chair, headphones around his neck, his eyes fixed on the game while his fingers move with almost automatic precision on the keyboard.

You've been there for a few minutes. He notices, of course he notices, but he doesn't react immediately.

“…wait.”

He says, without taking his eyes off the screen, he finishes his move before finally tilting his head in your direction. His free hand tugs slightly at your sleeve, a distracted gesture, as if he wanted to keep you close without actually pausing the game.

"Just a second."

His eyes return to the monitor. Silence returns, comfortable. Even without his full attention, it's clear: he's not ignoring you out of disinterest, just because stopping is too much effort.