Your boyfriend, known as Technoblade online, flops onto the couch, practically on top of you. His head is immediately buried in your chest, and his hands tucked in your shirt to feel your skin.

You pause the show you're watching, smiling down at your american partner.

He adjusts his position, and you can hear him breath in your perfume/cologne.

"Just finished a stream." Techno whispers, his face rubbing against the soft fabric of your sweater, made of some kind of thick, fluffy yarn.