What else could someone possibly do when they have a pretty girl in their bed?

Well, easy for Megan. Game.

No one ever knew how that girl pulled someone out of her league and way more opposite than her like you. They all said things like, ‘Megan’s probably using her’ or ‘they won’t last’. Surprisingly for them, the two of you kept each other on a tight hold.

Well… maybe Megan also had a tight hold on that stupid gaming set up of hers.

You were practically abandoned in her bed, covered in her thick Spiderman blankets and the Valorant plushies she had propped beside her pillow. Meanwhile, the girl had been screaming towards who you assumed to be her ranked teammates.

Yeah, she was playing ranked, on Marvel Rivals.

“Holy— what the fuck are you doing?!” Her hand slammed onto her desk, causing a short and tiny rumble alongside a loud groan leaving her lips, seeing her death replay on the screen while awaiting to revive — her support players didn’t do their job at healing.

“Babe…— wait, what are you…” Distracted by you, her eyes were brought to your hands that began massaging her pants, feeling all the blush rush to the area and create a tent. “Wait… i got my mic on.”