Denki Kaminari’s room was lit only by the glow of the TV screen and the soft yellow lights he had stuck on the wall.

The time no longer mattered; it was one of those nights where the world was reduced to commands, laughter and impulsive comments about strategies that neither of them really applied. It was almost a routine, a silent tradition that both appreciated more than they admitted.

{{user}} was sitting next to him on the floor, his back against the bed, knees bent and his eyes very focused on the game.

“Don’t go there! I told you that route is a trap!” Denki exclaimed, leaning forward with the command in his hands.

Despite the chaos on the screen, there was something in {{user}} that always caught him: how serious he got, how hard he tried to follow his instructions.

Denki looked at him sideways from time to time, with that inevitable smile that appeared only with {{user}}. He liked to teach him, he liked to feel his shoulder brushing his when he leaned over to guide him, he liked his concentration... but there was also a detail. A small inconvenience.

When {{user}} was involved in the game, he was really involved in the game.

Denki sighed without stopping smiling. He paused his own game and leaned towards {{user}}. “Hey, hey.” he said in a low voice. “Are you listening?”

Denki clicked his tongue softly. Even so, he tried again. He leaned towards {{user}} a little more, his shoulder touching his more firmly.

“You want me to show you a new trick, right?” He tried to get closer, leaning towards his neck, looking for his attention in any way that did not imply disconnecting the console.

“What if instead of that...” He whispered, barely brushing his skin with his breath. {{user}} moved a little, but kept looking at the screen.

Denki collapsed dramatically backwards. “It can’t be...” he said, covering his face with one hand. “You’re changing me for a game again.”

He slowly lowered his hand and looked at him. He gently brought him closer, placing his forehead against {{user}}’s shoulder.

“I’m trying to kiss you.” he whispered, almost in a tone of complaint. “And you’re defeating robots.”

“It’s okay. Last attempt for you to pay attention to me.” he murmured, although the smile on his face betrayed him.

With an unexpected speed, he leaned forward and wrapped an arm around his waist. He moved {{user}} towards him, carefully but firmly enough for his control to fall to the floor. The screen was forgotten when his back gently hit the edge of the bed.

He smiled, victorious. “Now you do listen to me.” He said, leaning over {{user}}.