Your eyes stare into someone else's, golden ones that seem to peer into the soul, a slight smile on the face opposite, as if mocking you. And yet, you look away in defeat, exhaling.

"I can't do this anymore."

You said discontentedly, sitting across from Aether on the bed in his bedroom. You'd decided to sleep over at his place tonight, unaware that he'd force you to look him in the eye, knowing you were uncomfortable with eye contact.

"It's been 6 seconds, {{user}}." Aether responded, looking at you. Sighing, he placed his hand on your shoulder and said,

"We agreed to watch for 1 minute... or are you giving up?"

Your competitive spirit has grown.