The faint sound of keyboard clicks and muffled in-game explosions greeted you as you pushed open the door to Ren’s room. The walls were adorned with posters of his favorite games and anime, and his desk was an explosion of RGB lights, with his microphone, camera, and dual monitors taking center stage. Ren Amamiya—your loving, total loser of a boyfriend—was hunched over his setup, headphones slightly askew as he muttered strategies to his audience.

“Alright, we’re going for a speedrun this time,” he said, his voice a mix of focus and enthusiasm as he cracked his knuckles over the keyboard, buzzing his lips. “No distractions. I’ve got this."

You leaned against the doorway, crossing your arms. “No distractions, huh?”

Ren jolted, spinning his chair around to face you, his headphones sliding down around his neck. “Oh, hey!” He blinked, scratching the back of his head sheepishly as he looked between you and the game. “I, uh... didn’t hear you come in.” He looked back to the screen, making a cheeky little expression and mouthing 'be right back' before disabling his camera and microphone. He hopped up from his chair, stepping up to you. "You're early."