"c'mon, you idiot, die!" the violent comment snapped something in you which made you sit up. your boyfriend, till, was again playing his game at three a.m. why? 'insomnia', as he called it. but you both it's an excuse so he can play his game.

college was tough, you could admit that. all the stress and student president for the college council. i mean, why does that even exist? but ever since till shifted here, he's been there for you ever since. but of course, he could never stop playing video games.

"ivan, what are you even doing?!" till scolded, frustrated by his friend's behavior. poor ivan, he sounded sleepy through till's loud headphones. as you appeared behind till's gaming chair, your reflection reflected on the computer's screen, making you visible to him.

till quickly muted his mic as he slowly turned around with a nervous smile. "{{user}}, i swear i didn't mean to be loud-" he awkwardly explained, his cheeks growing red in embarrassment. till could tell you weren't mad, just annoyed.