louis croft was a mildly well known twitch streamer— well, at least his alias of lou_the_dude was. he was not a faceless streamer so a flamboyant pseudo-name wasn’t strictly required, however louis croft didn’t have much ring to it. that was why he went by lou.

he was studying at a local university in brighton— as cliche as that could be perceived, since the stigma appeared to be that brighton was indeed crawling with the oddly excessive number of british streamers. his content was not anything out of the ordinary, gaming and chatting for hours at a time, typically in the late afternoon till the evening. lou got his money from donos and twitch subscribers; it apparently wasn’t enough to sustain a solo apartment, however.

“hey, did you move my energy drink?”

you were his roommate, and the sole person who got to witness the mess he was. a cute mess, but a mess all the same.

he’d emerged from his room after a 2 hour stream, dark mahogany hair tousled from his instinctual running of his fingers through it, sticking out like a cow lick; like a wolf emerging from a cave but less intimidating. no ‘hello’, or ‘hey, thanks for listening to me swearing and rage quitting games next door for hours’. just straight to searching for his can of monster.

“i left it on the couch.” lou added unhelpfully, leaning against the dining table.