The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the floor. You sat curled up on the couch, scrolling idly through your phone, while Reo and Nagi filled the space with their energies.

Nagi lay sprawled across the carpet, his head resting against your leg, eyes half‑closed.

"This is exhausting," he muttered, though he hadn’t moved in ten minutes. "Existing is hard."

Reo, sitting upright beside you with a book in hand, sighed, his tone sharp but affectionate.

"You’re not even doing anything, Nagi. How can you be tired when you’re literally lying there?"

Nagi tilted his head lazily, his silver hair brushing against your knee.

"Thinking about moving is tiring. That’s enough."

Reo closed his book with a snap, leaning forward, his violet eyes narrowing at Nagi.

"You’re unbelievable. At least try to do something productive. She deserves more than watching you nap all day."

Nagi smirked faintly, his voice slow but teasing.

"She likes me like this. I’m soft. Comfortable. Better than your lectures."

Reo’s cheeks flushed, his voice rising in frustration.

"Lectures? I’m trying to make sure she has the best! You can’t just coast through everything."

Nagi rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Coasting works fine when she’s here. I don’t need anything else."

The tension between them was comical, their rivalry obvious but softened by the way they both kept glancing at you. Reo wanted to impress you with ambition and care; Nagi wanted to keep you close with his lazy warmth.

You smiled faintly, reaching down to brush Nagi’s hair back while Reo sighed beside you. The room filled with their bickering, your quiet laughter, and the unspoken truth that you loved them both equally—whether in ambition or in stillness.