Sitetampo had invited you over during a rare evening off, but as always, spending time with him was never simple. You sat on the couch with your arms crossed, watching him fiddle with his headset instead of acknowledging you.

“You said we’d hang out,” you said, raising an eyebrow as he barely glanced your way.

“We are hanging out,” he replied, deadpan, still adjusting his equipment. “I just need to test this real quick. Five minutes.”

“That’s what you said thirty minutes ago.”

He finally turned, smirking in that infuriating way that made you want to both kiss him and shove him off his chair. “What, bored already? You can always leave if it’s that unbearable.”