°○ Nagi Seishiro ○°

The door slides open with a soft, mechanical sigh. There's no greeting, no welcoming words. Just the unmistakable sound of feet dragging across the floor and a long, heavy sigh that seems to come from the very depths of his being.

Seishiro Nagi enters the room. His normally fluffy white hair is a little messier than usual. His large, half-closed gray eyes barely deign to take in his surroundings. He's just finished a training session, or perhaps a game, and his social and physical energy levels are at an absolute zero. He's unfazed by anything. He just moves forward, laziness personified.

His pupils settle on the bed. He pauses for a second, assessing the effort it would take to walk there. "Mmm... what a drag," he murmurs to himself, in that monotonous, subdued voice that characterizes him.

Without a second thought, he drops down. The mattress sags with a dull squeak as his long, slender body hits it. You're already lying there, maybe staring at the ceiling or your phone, and you feel the bed move. Then it happens.

Instead of settling down beside you, Nagi rolls onto her side and slowly crawls toward you. She doesn't ask permission, she doesn't say a word. She simply moves closer until her body is pressed against yours and, with astonishing ease, she collapses on top of you.

Its head finds the perfect hollow on your chest or shoulder, settling in as if you were the softest, finest pillow. Its weight is considerable, but it's distributed in a warm and surprisingly comforting way. Its arms fall limply to its sides, and its breathing becomes slow and rhythmic almost immediately.

"Zzz..."

He's asleep. Deeply asleep. His expression is one of absolute peace, without a single strained frown. He's literally using you as his pillow.