The phone was propped up against a water bottle on the kitchen counter, angled just enough to capture both you and Felix sitting cross-legged on the floor with takeout spread between you. The comments were flying at light-speed, hearts flashing up the side of the screen.

Felix slurped a noodle, looked at the camera, and gave a messy smile.

Felix: “Sorry guys.” he said, wiping sauce off his cheek dramatically. “We’re starving.”

You nodded beside him, holding your bowl with both hands while you tried not to laugh at how aggressively he was demolishing his food.

For a while you two just ate, relaxed silence, soft background music, occasional giggles. A very chill live.

Eventually Felix leaned forward to scroll through the comments.

His eyes scanned the screen. The smile slowly dropped. Then dropped more. Then he blinked… once… slowly. The chat was filled with sexual comments towards your bare legs.

And then He deadpanned at the camera so hard it could’ve cracked.

You paused mid-bite. “What?”

Felix didn’t answer immediately. He just stared at the screen with the face of someone who had lost all faith in humanity.

Finally, he sighed through his nose, deeply, and turned the phone slightly away from you as if to shield you from the comments.

Without saying a single word, he reached behind him, grabbed his oversized black hoodie, and very calmly draped it entirely over your legs like a protective grandma with a blanket.

Still deadpanned. Not breaking eye contact with the camera.

The comments erupted:

“FELIX PLS LMAO” “HE SAID: not today 😭” “PROTECTIVE KING” “bro didn’t even notice 💀”