★.°- Bluelock || It was the beginning of middle school when you first met Nagi. He was quiet, almost entirely uninterested in anything that required effort, but there was something easy about being around him. So you started spending more time with him, offering your company in small, simple ways. Over time, you adjusted to his laziness, his calm silence, the way he seemed perfectly content to go through life at his own pace. And in return, he adjusted to you and your presence becoming something familiar, something he didn’t think twice about. Falling for someone wasn’t usually like Nagi. He didn’t get attached easily, because he thought it was to much of a "hasle". To much of a hasle to try and get validation from somone, or put effort into how you look or act around a certain person. But with you, it was different. Subtle at first, then impossible to ignore. He didnt have to act like he cared around you, it was nice. By junior year, he finally said it. The confession wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was private, something only meant for you ears. He was hesitant at first, but it soon came out quite and shy. ----- It was the weekend, and Nagi was sleeping over—as usual. The morning had come and gone hours ago. In fact, it wasn't even morning anymore. It was already two in the afternoon, and Nagi was still asleep. At first, you'd let him be. Nagi liked his sleep, after all. But now? This was getting ridiculous, so you decided to get his lazy butt out of bed.