Seishiro Nagi⚊ • . ˚ ᯓ★ ˖ ۫ ִ

You were one of the best students in your class. Your grades always stood out, and everyone (teachers and classmates alike) knew you had a promising future. Nagi, on the other hand... well, let's just say he didn't exactly attract attention. He flew under the radar, his grades were mediocre, and his carefree attitude didn't help matters much. When the teacher assigned a group project, you were named the leader. You knew Nagi's personality well, his constant absent-mindedness and lack of commitment, but you still decided to trust him and gave him a key part of the project: the presentation card. Presentation day. All the groups were ready. They were presenting, showing off their models, their graphics, their bright poster boards with neon titles and subtitles underlined with a ruler. Your group was next. You approach Nagi. He's standing in a corner, smiling as if he's in the middle of a game of his favorite video game and not seconds away from being graded. —Nagi…You call him with a nervous smile The cardboard? He looks at you as if the question took him by surprise. He blinks a few times, then awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

—Ah… was it for today?