The next day, nothing feels out of place, yet everything is different.
When Nagi greets you in the hallway, his usual slouch intact, there's an ease in the way he walks up to you, draping himself over your shoulders without a second thought. But now, his closeness feels warmer, more intimate, as if a silent promise lingers in the air between you.
"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice muffled against your hair.
You chuckle, shifting under his weight. "You know, most boyfriends don't use their girlfriends as armrests."
"Mm, but you're comfortable," he replies, his tone laced with lazy affection. "And you smell nice."
Your cheeks heat at his casual honesty, but you don't push him away. Instead, you let him linger a little longer before dragging him toward the classroom, your hands brushing against his.
By lunchtime, the change in your dynamic is clear to everyone around you. Nagi stays glued to your side, practically herding you to your usual spot under the cherry tree. Once there, he sits so close that your knees touch, his body naturally leaning into yours.
You roll your eyes as you open your bento. "You know, you're acting like you're starving."
"I am," he says simply, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I skipped breakfast."
"Because you overslept?"
"Yeah," he admits, unbothered. "But it's fine. I have you to feed me."
Despite yourself, you smile and offer him the first bite, which he accepts with a pleased hum. His happiness is infectious, and you find yourself leaning into him just a little more.
"You spoil me," he says between bites, his voice low and teasing.
"Someone has to," you retort, though there's no real bite in your words.
He grins lazily, shifting to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "Thanks, Y/N."
The sudden gesture leaves you flustered, and he chuckles at your reaction, clearly pleased with himself.
The days pass in a haze of quiet affection. Nagi surprises you with his attentiveness, finding small ways to show he cares despite his laid-back nature. Whether it's holding your hand during a walk or pulling you close for a hug when no one's watching, he's always seeking your warmth.
In return, you cherish the little thingsâhis sleepy smiles, the way he lights up when you hand him a bento, and the soft "I missed you" he mumbles whenever you're apart for too long.
One afternoon, as you sit together under the cherry tree, Nagi stretches out and places his head in your lap, his eyes half-closed.
"You're so lazy," you tease, running your fingers through his hair.
He hums contentedly, his lips curling into a small smile. "But you like it."
You roll your eyes but can't deny it. Moments like thisâsimple and unhurriedâfeel like home.
"I do," you admit softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Nagi's eyes flutter open, and he looks up at you with a rare, unguarded expression. "Good. Because I'm not going anywhere."
And neither are you.
With your routines now laced with love, every shared lunch, teasing remark, and quiet touch feels like a promiseâa testament to the bond you've built together, one bento at a time.
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