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Usually Nagi would be asleep by now, but he was kept up by two things. He was on a roll with his game. And Isagi wasn’t back yet.
Nagi rolled to his side, the sound being drowned out by Barou, snoring on his single bed.
It wasn’t like Isagi to be this late. He couldn’t be practicing by himself all this time, right? Isagi was smart. Even saying smart, clever, intelligent were all understatements. So he wouldn’t overwork his body and push himself too far, Nagi was confident in that. Still… he couldn’t help but find himself continue to think about it, a prickle that grew into unease in his stomach, unable to relax. Minutes went by of Nagi lying there in rumination before he came to a conclusion. Was this… being worried?
Nagi sat up, put his phone done and climbed down the ladder from his top bunk before leaving the dormitory. His feet had a mind of their own as they took him to various spots in the facility. The practice fields? Nope. The workout room? Nope. The cafeteria? Nope. The baths and showers, also no.
It was when he took a look in the monitoring room that his eyes finally found the one he’d been seeking.
Isagi was slouched against a few stacked up cushions, the remote loosely in his hand. Whatever clip or match he’d been watching had ended, the screens were dark.
When Nagi walked further into the room, Isagi didn’t look back.
“Isagi,” Nagi called.
No answer.
Nagi walked around Isagi and crouched down in front of him. Isagi’s eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell with the peaceful rhythm of sleep. Nagi reached his hand outward, brushing a piece of hair away from Isagi’s eye.
Isagi didn’t stir.
And Nagi didn’t move away. He couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to.
It wasn’t like seeing Isagi sleeping was something he hadn’t seen before, but the place, the circumstance, the view, was all different. Most importantly, there was light. Isagi looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. Cute, even. Something in Nagi’s heart tingled with electricity, tickling him unfamiliarly.
He could probably wake Isagi up and make sure he got back to his bed, but something was giving him pause.
Isagi looked so peaceful. It would be a shame to wake him up.
And Nagi couldn’t let this moment, where he was the only one here seeing Isagi like this, go. His eyes always followed Isagi wherever he went, but it was rare he got a chance to just stare up at him so close like this. The shape of his face, his eyelashes, his soft hair, his nose, which Nagi in particular liked. He got lost in staring for a time that he wasn't keeping track of.
But after he suddenly realized something, he got up. He left the room. He walked all the way back to the dormitory. He pulled two blankets from their beds. Then he went all the way back to the monitoring room.
Nagi was tired, but for once, he didn’t care. He approached Isagi again and draped the blankets over him.
Isagi’s posture, it didn’t seem bad, his back was straight, his neck wasn’t twisted, so it would probably be fine, and he wouldn’t end up with any cramps after this. It would be better to let Isagi sleep here for a while longer.
As for Nagi…
He glanced out the door, taking gauge of his motivation.
Going all the way back to the dormitory was too big of a hurdle, too much of a hassle.
That was half of the reason he pulled back the blankets and slid under it next to Isagi, his legs and side pressing against Isagi's. The other half, instinct, curiosity, a want to be closer.
Isagi was warm. Really warm. Nagi stretched his legs out and leaned against Isagi, closing his eyes, excessively comfortable despite the sitting position.
Ah, he thought before dozing off, this might have been a bad idea. I’ll get addicted to sleeping beside Isagi.
And as Nagi slept, he wondered if he, while half asleep, had only imagined Isagi leaning into him and patting his head.