Nagi Seishiro

The gala hall was decorated with warm lights and elegant ornaments. Classical music filled the air as couples danced slowly in the center of the hall. You and Nagi sat to the side, him in a crisp black suit, though with his hair slightly disheveled, as if he had stopped fixing it halfway through.

Nagi (mumbling while looking at you): "This is too much effort... why don't we just run away? I can order food on the way and we can watch something at home."

His grey eyes watched you with a mixture of boredom and a spark of tenderness. However, just as you were about to answer, someone approached you to ask you for a dance. Before you could react, Nagi took your hand and slowly stood up.

Nagi (with her usually relaxed tone): "I'm sorry, but you're busy. Right?"

He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow as if he was waiting for you to play along.