𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

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"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞?" 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 look of distinct hunger in Reo's eyes that you failed to notice while you took off your shoes and sunglasses. 
"Thanks," you said, allowing him to lead you through the house you were sure you could get lost in. "I was so happy to get out of my school uniform and hang out with Isagi, I may have gone overboard."
"No, you look great!"

It was a shame you were wasting it on Isagi.

"Y/n?" You turned to see Nagi entering behind you, having come from Reo's room at the sound of your voice. He wore a plain white shirt and some gray shorts and looked like he had just woken up.

"Hey, Nagi," you greeted with a smile. "It's a surprise to see you awake for once."
Reo pulled up a chair for you, and you and Nagi said across from each other while Reo sat at the head of the table and pulled out his and Nagi's work.
"So, to refresh," he said as you took out your laptop. "We're doing attachment disorder, relationship OCD, and histrionic personality disorder. Since we've got a good chunk of mine and Y/n's part done, we'll be helping Nagi get caught up with his part, okay?" You and Nagi both nodded.

"So, Nagi—" You stopped when you saw Nagi's gaze directed at the game on his phone. "You got me messed up if you think I'm gonna do your part of this project on my own. Gimme that." You reached over, and before he could react, you snatched his phone.
"Hey, give that back," he said, and you dodged his arm reaching out to you before looking down at the screen, eyes widening slightly when you recognized the layout.
" Oh, you play Genshin?" You asked. "I used to love that game."
"You did?" Nagi asked, perking up for a moment until he saw you close the game and put the device in your bag.
"Yeah. Hopefully, if we get to a good stopping point, we can play together."Nagi nodded thoughtfully before pulling his computer closer to him.
"Such a hassle," he muttered as he began typing away.
"Look at Nagi getting some motivation for once," Reo joked, earning a quiet scoff from his friend and a laugh from you.

Low self-esteem...Social Isolation...and a feeling of rejection or  —

"So, Y/n, how do you know Isagi?" Reo asked as you jotted down some fun facts you had just discovered about your mental illness. The three of you were almost finished with all your information gathering.
"I used to live here when I was little and we were childhood friends," you said absentmindedly, too busy working to wonder why he was suddenly asking this. "I don't live too far from here, but I didn't want to go to a new place all by myself so I asked him to walk with me."
"Oh?" Reo and Nagi exchanged a look. "Where do you live?"
"Right across the school," you said. "It's really convenient when I wanna go home and take a nap during lunch."
"Sounds like paradise," Nagi muttered, making you laugh.
"Please, you say that like you can't fall asleep anywhere."
"True," Reo said, and Nagi pouted as the two of you laughed.

Suddenly the door rang, making the three of you look up.
"I'll check it out," said Reo as he stood up, leaving you and Nagi to continue researching.
"All this work is exhausting," Nagi groaned as he stood up and stretched.
"This is nothing," you said, not taking your eyes off the computer as you heard him walk around the table. He leaned over your chair, yawning as he rested his head on your shoulder, watching as you took down notes.

"You're getting way too comfortable," you said as you picked up your bag and moved it further down the table. "And you ain't getting your phone back, so go ahead and sit back down."
"Come on, we've done enough for today," Nagi whined as he tried to reach past you for your bag, and with how long his arms were, you struggled to keep it out of reach.

"Playing games with the satisfaction that your work is done makes it so much better." You tried to reason with him, but his other arm extended across your neck to grab the other side of the chair, keeping you pinned to it. over you at this point as he finally grabbed your bag.

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