Nagi Seishiro-Athena

Nagi Seishiro

The afternoon was peaceful. The air conditioner hummed softly, and on the television screen, a game had been playing for half an hour. Nagi lay on the sofa, half-covered with a blanket, his hair disheveled and his eyes half-open. You came in with a plate of hot food, still steaming.

—Seishiro, it's ready —you said with a smile, placing the plate on the coffee table.

He barely moved his head, but he didn't sit up. He only murmured:
— Will you give it to me?
—What? —The food… give it to me. I'm comfortable like this. What a nuisance to move now.

You stared at him in disbelief for a second, but you knew him too well. The shameless fellow hadn't a shred of embarrassment. He turned to his side, resting his cheek against the cushion, and stretched his lips slightly.
—Aaah~ —she opened her mouth with adorable laziness.
— Are you really going to do this?
— Yes… you're my girlfriend, right? Don't you like taking care of me?

You sighed and sat down beside her, holding the plate. You gave her the first spoonful, and Nagi happily accepted it, closing her eyes for a moment as if she were tasting food fit for the gods.
"It's delicious... but even better if you give it to me." She smiled, barely, that weak gesture she only showed you.

Between spoonfuls, he rested his head on your leg, and you couldn't even complain anymore. With one hand he held you around the waist, and with the other… he did nothing, of course.

"You could give me a kiss with every bite," she murmured without opening her eyes. "To motivate me."
— What if I throw the rice in your face?
—What a nuisance… it wouldn't be the same.

He continued like that, slow and pampered, his head in your lap, as if the whole world were just a backdrop for his comfort. Every time you gave him another spoonful, he looked at you as if you were the only person who mattered.

"You spoiled me," she said suddenly.

• I?
  — Yes. I like it when you do everything for me. That way I don't have to think about anything. Just you...