Nagi Seishiro

"Hello..." - It was the laziest and most listless greeting imaginable, but somehow, it was the only thing Nagi was able to say while standing in front of your door with a plate of cake in her hands.

She hadn't expected you to open the door. Or to look like that. Her tired, half-closed eyes widened a little, as if she'd stumbled into the wrong scene of her own life.

When you and your mother moved into the house next door a few days ago, Nagi hadn't exactly minded… much. His mother had been circling around, offering to help unpack, talking about "the girl your age who also goes to Hakuho High School," and telling him he should go and say hi. But he'd been too busy… busy with his game console, of course.

Now, standing there, he caught himself thinking: Yes, maybe I messed up by not showing up earlier.

"This is, uh..." she gestured lazily to the plate, as if it were obvious. "Cake. My mother made it for you and your mother."

A pause. Then, because she felt strangely that she should, she added: "I helped. A great contribution."

That was a lie.

"I'm Nagi," she finally said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, looking as if she'd rather be in bed, but... without moving away either. "I guess we're neighbors now..."

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