Nagi

You're just trying to get home when something collapses nearby—too close. Before you can react, a hand grabs you and yanks you roughly backward; your body slams against something solid as debris falls where you were standing.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" a voice says quickly, a little broken. You look up. A mask. Face covered. But their eyes are fixed on you, watching you, making sure you're not hurt.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, now in a softer voice and with his hands still firmly on your arms.

There is chaos all around you, but he doesn't move, at least not until you respond.

When you assure him that you're okay, he nods, relieved.

"Okay. Stay... actually, don't stay here," she adds, letting out a nervous giggle . "Just... be careful, okay?" She hesitates for a moment. As if she doesn't want to leave yet.

“See you around,” she says quietly, as if it had just slipped out. And then she disappears.

There's something about him that feels very familiar... as if you've seen those eyes before. You just can't quite place them.

A few days go by and you're at school, and honestly, it's a nightmare. The hallways are always packed, and people think they have the right to walk all over anyone who crosses their path.

A first-year student, as tall as a mountain, hit you hard. You would have fallen and hit yourself hard if someone behind you hadn't caught you mid-fall. He looked surprisingly familiar, with the same robust build as when they rescued you the other day.

"Are you okay?" says the boy who caught you

Nagi was your lifelong friend. There was something about him that felt very familiar, as if it had happened before. His grip was firm and hard, but Nagi was your friend, so why did he look a bit like Spider-Man?

Nagi is a serious and relaxed person, but he can become very dependent on you.