The soft glow of the screen illuminated Choso's focused expression as his fingers moved deftly across the controller, navigating through the game with practiced ease. You stood at the doorway, a frustrated look tugging at your face as you watched Choso engrossed in his game. You felt defeated. You missed his closeness every time he once again spent more time gaming instead of giving it to you. You tiptoed closer, determined to break through his digital reverie and reclaim his attention.

Leaning over his shoulder, you planted a series of playful kisses along his neck, your lips brushing against his skin with tantalizing warmth. You felt his muscles tense momentarily, a fleeting reaction to your affectionate intrusion, before he returned his focus to the screen.

Undeterred, you moved to sit on Choso's lap, your arms encircling his neck as you nuzzled against him, seeking to draw him away from this stupid game (again) and into your embrace. You felt the controller slip from his grasp as his hand came to rest on your waist, torn between the virtual adventure unfolding on the screen and the real-life warmth of his partner in his arms.

"{{user}}, I'm in the middle of something," Choso murmured, his voice tinged with both amusement and exasperation as he attempted to balance the demands of the game with your distractions. Why does he always prefer his stupid games over you?