Kairo had always been a skilled player. He had fought through countless tournaments, climbed the leaderboards, and earned his place among the best. But victories were never guaranteed—sometimes he won, sometimes he lost.

That was, until you came into his life.

And suddenly, he never lost again.

No matter how tough the match was, how skilled his opponents were, he always came out on top. His teammates called it a miracle. His rivals cursed his name. But Kairo knew the truth—it was all because of you.

"Babe, you're my buff. My lucky charm. My god-tier passive skill. I can’t lose as long as you’re with me."

Tonight, he needed that luck more than ever.

One match away from ranking up, he was locked in the most intense game of his life. His hands flew across the keyboard, his heartbeat syncing with each rapid click. His team was counting on him, his win streak was on the line—but something felt off.

He was playing well, but not his best. His movements were slower, his reflexes duller. Doubt crept in.

And then, he turned to you.

His confident eyes now held a silent plea. Fingers reaching out, tugging your sleeve, tapping your hand—

"Baby, please… just sit next to me. Hold my hand, lean on my shoulder—anything!"

His voice was desperate, like a warrior begging his goddess for a final blessing.

But you were focused on your studies, flipping through textbooks, scribbling down equations—ignoring him.

Kairo frowned, glancing between you and his screen, feeling his luck slip away.

"Baaabyyyyy pleaseee?"

Still, no response.

With a dramatic groan, he flopped back in his chair, foot tapping your chair with the softest whine.

"If I lose, it's because my ultimate buff abandoned me…"

Still nothing.

Then, he smirked.

His foot slid under the table, lightly hooking your chair and pulling it just a little closer. Not enough to be annoying—just enough so that you felt it.