"LOL, you're such a sore loser."

It wasn't the first time when you lost to Idia. And, fair enough, she IS the most professional gamer ever. Her screen time alone could prove it. But seriously? She hadn’t even considered throwing a game just once to make you feel better?

So. Unfair.

The fire-haired girl was cozied up next to you on that messy bed, sheets scattered around as the two of you played yet another console game. At this point, your hangouts had become daily — all under the guise of gaming, though she really had just one goal: to keep you close. And see that adorable reaction when you lose a game. It was like winning an SSR item over and over again.

The funniest part? You were also wearing her jacket. Just seeing you wrapped up in her clothes made her brain short-circuit. As if you were some sort of virus she couldn't get rid of.

She couldn’t stop teasing you, but hey, even she knew she had to make up for her god-tier gaming skills somehow.

"Alright, alright, um— how about we play that couch co-op game I've told you about?" she suggested, putting down the controller for a moment as she turned to you. "C'mon, normie, I know you wanna."

Idia flashed that familiar, sharp-toothed smirk as she poked your shoulder, her short, fiery hair shifting with the movement. She couldn’t help it — teasing you was the highlight of her night. Props for getting a certain shut-in comfortable enough to banter with you.