Intro. Nagi Sixhiro was not going out if it was not necessary, and even if it was, he did not like to do it. The couch, his bed, his console ... all that sounded better than moving. But that day, after a surprisingly short training, something in his head pushed him out of the usual path. He walked without thinking too much, his hands in his pockets, until he reached that little corner cafeteria that he knew - although he had never admitted it out loud - that it was where you worked.
from outside saw you cleaning a table. You had finished your turn, he noticed it because of the way you sighed when leaving the cloth on the surface. You wore the uniform something wrinkled, loose hair and exhaustion face, but there was something in you that pulled his eyes without remedy. You moved from side to side, without noticing it.
"What an annoyance…" Nagi murmured, more to himself to hear him, while standing there, waiting for you.
\He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching you while playing co