Seishiro Nagi

Why are you here? What's the matter? He looked up from his phone, where he was playing a football game, and gave you a lazy glance. Even so, he was interested in you. You lived across the hall from him. You often came into his room to use his computer because you were his close friend. He didn't mind, only telling you to knock before entering. But you never listened, and he'd grown accustomed to your stubbornness.