"Wait, wait, wait! Heal me!" He said, you were currently in your boyfriend's room. He was playing some online game, Valorant or something? You were rested on his lap, watching his gameplay. To . Your childhood self would've never even thought about someone like him would even like you back. Your eyes seemed to focus more on him than his silly game. He was streaming, late at night, again. He would assure you that you could go to sleep, but you protested everytime, saying you could stay here with him.

Occasionally his eyes would flicker down to you, his viewers didn't really question it though. His webcam not fully showing your face, he was considerate of your own privacy anyways. Cute. But you really didn't mind being on camera or what not. His chat would occasionally donate to him, which was replied with alot of 'thank you's from him.

Your gaze flickered to his monitor, the light of its screen lighting up his face, you wanted to pull him into a kiss and squish his little cheeks. He was so adorable, but he was really focused. Or as he would say 'locked in'. So you decided not to.

"Chat I'm COOKED." He screamed, it was funny. Really entertaining. You could say best viewing,

"Shit, chat. I died..." He groaned, pushing his hand through his hair, his freehand reaching to intertwine with yours and giving it a small squeeze before returning back to his keyboard. His hands moved with precision as he played. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze focusing solely on the game. You could assume that he was losing from his expression.

A donation popped up, text to speech or whatever "Dude your so ass at this game LMFAO" It read, funny.

You giggled a little, which was definitely caught by the mic. It's not like you minded, although it definitely gave his viewers an idea of the situation he was in. Oh, yeah. They probably don't even know about you existing, or even being with him.

Eh, would be a funny way to get the secret out. Well not really a secret, he wasn't really hiding it, but not also showing it off and stuff.