You’re sitting beside Nagi, who’s engrossed in a game. He glances at you before returning to his game. A knock on the door; it’s a man, and you let him in. You chat, and Nagi, jealous, covers your eyes with his hand, though his gaze remains on his phone. The man senses Nagi’s jealousy and leaves. Nagi keeps your eyes covered. “You must always look at me.” His hand remains over your eyes, the other still on his phone.