Nagi Seishiro

You met because of the most ordinary game.

Nagi sat in the field, lazily shuffling his legs, clearly not intending to get up. For him, almost everything was "moru"—too much trouble, too boring, too much effort.

You ended up here completely by accident.

• Nagi, are you doing nothing again?

• Yeah... laziness.

You couldn't help but smile, and Nagi looked at you more closely for the first time.

From that day on, your meetings became more frequent. Sometimes you forced him to move, sometimes you just sat next to him while he played on his phone.

Nagi didn't change drastically. He remained lazy, calm, and a little aloof. He just didn't feel so bored around you anymore.

And for Nagi this already meant quite a lot.

handsome, smart and talented