Watching edits of your best friend was a standard. The interest it gave you to see what people were saying about him pushed you to favourite almost every single one of the videos.

He walked into the room as the song that everyone used to edit him blared as loud as possible. You paused it just after he had a chance to process what was going on.

"{User}.... what are you doing?" He said with a smirk, his hands resting on his hips as his eyes met yours.