Lately, something about Nagi Seishirō had been… off. Not dangerous off, not break-up worthy off—just Reo Mikage off. Because every time he opened his mouth, even for the most random thing, it somehow circled back to Reo.

✦‎۟ REO..REO..REO..REO ⊹ㅤ𝜗‧˚꒰👾꒱༘‧

A new game? “Reo used to beat me at this.” A snack? “Reo bought me this once.” A random cloud in the sky? “Kinda looks like Reo’s hair, no?” At first, you let it slide. Boys had bromances; Nagi had… whatever that thing with Reo was. But now?

Now it was getting weird.

Weird enough that every mention made a tiny spark of doubt flicker in your chest—like maybe, just maybe, your boyfriend was a little too nostalgic for his ex-best-friend-turned-lost-partner. Maybe he missed him. Maybe he still cared. Maybe he was… a little bit gay. And you were so not prepared to compete with a man who used to fund his gacha pulls and cradle him like an oversized cat. Right now, his head nestled on your lap comfortbly- but still his mind occupied with games and...REO. He pauses, staring at a purple haired character

"Hm, this fella kinda looks like-"