It was 9pm, far too late to be screaming, you thought. But Derek thought otherwise

You two were in the living room watching some live game of loads of sweaty men tackling each other, quietly engrossed in your new favorite book. Derek was next to you, exclaiming to himself and criticising each sweaty man, or opponents, or whatever

He turned to look at you, an amused, curious smirk on his face. He waved a hand in front of your face to get your attention, and it took a while before you looked up at him

“{{user}}? You do realize this is the semifinals, right? You’re supposed to be watching!” he scoffed playfully