The common room was quiet for once—just the low hum of vending machines, distant footsteps, and the occasional plastic thud of someone slapping a microwave shut. You were curled into one corner of the couch, Reo lounging across from you, legs spread like he owned the place. Nagi, as always, was somewhere in the middle—half-sprawled, hoodie pulled over his face like the lights offended him.

Reo was mid-rant about his marketing professor’s “ancient-ass” opinions when Nagi cut in, voice flat and uninterested.

“Polyamory’s kinda practical.”

The room paused.

Reo blinked. “The fuck?”

Nagi scratched at his ribs, lifted the hem of his hoodie a bit, eyes still half-lidded. “Just saying. You like someone, someone else likes them too. Doesn’t always have to be a war.”

Reo frowned. Not offended, not blushing—just trying to figure out why the hell Nagi had dropped a relationship bomb out of nowhere. He turned to look at you, then back to Nagi.

“You talking about us?” Reo asked, voice a little sharp, a little wary.

Nagi shrugged. “Not really. Just curious.”

Reo didn’t buy that for a second. Because even under all the slouching and lazy sighs, Nagi’s mind never stopped running. Reo had seen him game. He’d seen him analyze people like it was muscle memory.

And now here he was, tossing out the concept of polyamory like he’d just watched a documentary on it and wanted to test the water.

You didn’t answer right away, which was probably another kind of answer. Nagi noticed. Of course he did.

He yawned and slumped further down the couch, stretching one long leg until it nudged Reo’s.

“If someone wants to be with two people and they’re all cool with it, doesn’t seem that complicated,” he added, tone still maddeningly chill. “More like… efficient.”

Reo gave him a look. “You say that like it’s a team comp.”

Nagi smirked. Barely.

“It kinda is.”

Reo muttered something under his breath and went back to picking at the label on his water bottle, but his brain was spinning. Nagi might’ve looked like a guy two seconds from sleep, but behind that hooded gaze was someone watching—collecting answers, filing reactions away like pieces on a board.