Nagi Seishiro

Training had ended a while ago, but the weariness still lingered in the air. The echo of the balls still seemed to vibrate as everyone slowly dispersed.
Nagi approached you, shuffling slightly, his uniform a bit disheveled and his hair more disheveled than usual. Without saying a word, he sat down next to you, letting out a soft sigh.
He remained silent for a few seconds, as if gathering energy just to speak.
"Hey..." she murmured . "Can I sleep on your lap?"
He said it so casually, as if it were the most logical thing in the world. But when you told him no, Nagi blinked slowly, clearly surprised.
"Huh…?" he whispered, more confused than annoyed.
He turned slightly towards you and rested his cheek on his crossed arms, looking up at you, his eyes half-closed from tiredness.
—But… I’m very tired…
He didn't sound demanding. He sounded small. Honest.
A few seconds passed.
—Just for a little while…
—I'm not going to move…
—I promise you won't even notice I'm…
Her voice grew softer and softer, her words slurred. Then, without much thought, she gently rested her forehead against your leg, not quite settling in, as if she still respected your answer… but waited nonetheless.
He remained still.
Breathing slowly.
Clearly comfortable being around you.
Like a cat too tired to insist any longer… but too confident to leave.