It slipped out when you casually asked him for a favor. You wanted him to pass the remote since he was closest, the two of you lounging on the couch as Nagi clicked away on his phone, wrapped up in another gacha game. Instead of catching his attention with his name, “Nagi,” you slipped and used a name from the past. Your ex’s name.

You froze, slapping a hand over your mouth as soon as you realized. Nagi was sprawled in your lap, seemingly unbothered, eyes still fixed on his screen, his fingers tapping away. You let out a shaky sigh of relief, assuming he hadn’t noticed. It was easy to believe he’d missed it; he was always so absorbed in his games.

Just as you reached over to grab the remote yourself, Nagi’s hand paused mid-tap. The screen remained untouched. He didn’t look up, but you could see his brows furrowing slightly, as though he was processing something delayed. “Wait…”

Your heart sank. A late reaction was still a reaction.

“Hold on,” he said, finally looking at you. “What did you just call me?”