"Isagi wake up, please," Nagi said anxiously shaking Isagi awake.
Isagi slowly opened his eyes looking up at Nagi with tired eyes. Nagi's hair was messy in various directions. He looked, worried.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Isagi asked sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"I can't breathe, it feels like my mind is a mess I'm hot and it feels like everything is spinning my head hurts my vision is blurry, and—"
Isagi held Nagi's hand and cupped his cheek with his free hand. This kind of thing repeatedly happens to Nagi, Isagi doesn't know why, but he always tries to help him through it. He starts rambling about what's wrong, it's like he's on the verge of breaking down in tears within seconds.
Nagi looked at Isagi with wide eyes before shutting them closed tilting his head down with tears building up in the corner of his eyes tears streaming down his face as he held Isagi's hand tighter, afraid to let go.
Isagi put his hand on the back of Nagi's head, softly playing with his hair to soothe him a bit.
Before he knew it, Nagi was hugging Isagi's waist tightly while laying down. The tears hadn't stopped.
Isagi was laying beside him, slightly sitting up to get a better look at Nagi.
"Nagi, you can talk. Don't keep it bottled up."
"No, it's fine, I, I don't need to." Nagi buried his face in the covers in an attempt to hide his tears.
It was silent for a bit, Isagi didn't say anything because he knew Nagi would eventually say something
"Isagi?"
"Hm?"
"Is it–weird for me to feel lost all of a sudden?" Nagi's sentence was a mumble but the words were loud enough for Isagi to hear.
Isagi sat up and pulled Nagi with him to sit up as well. He then tightly wrapped his arms around Nagi's neck, hugging him.
"Hug me back, Idiot."
Before Isagi could even finish his sentence, Nagi hugged him back tightly causing Isagi to fall on his back on the bed with his arms still wrapped around Nagi's neck.
"Nagi? You okay?" Isagi asked because Nagi was silent for a while.
"Mmh," Nagi answered in a tired tone.
"We can't sleep like this, you're squishing me."
"Just a little longer, please."
Isagi played with Nagi's hair again, his hair was soft and tangled but it still looked good. Isagi never thought that Nagi could ever look bad, despite his laziness to be clean saying it's a hassle every time Isagi tries to get him up to do something, Nagi has never looked bad in Isagi's eyes.
