You were in her chair. Her oversized headset slipping just slightly because your head was smaller than hers, and her hoodie (which you were 100% wearing without asking) was practically swallowing you.

Zayne sat behind you on the bed, one leg pulled up, the other hanging off the edge, arms crossed, jaw flexing every time you made a mistake in-game.

“zayne letting her use the GAMING chair is so intimate bye” “that’s not a hoodie. that’s a relationship milestone” “the way she watching her like a final boss”

You were focused—mostly. Trying to concentrate. Trying not to let the warmth of Zayne’s eyes tracking your every move get in your head.

“Don’t go that way,” she said suddenly, voice low, lazy.

“I’m fine,” you shot back.

Zayne hummed. “Sure you are.”

You died. Instantly.

“LMAOOOO” “not her saying ‘sure you are’ like a threat 😭😭” “i would fold IMMEDIATELY if she talked to me like that”

You turned to glare at her over your shoulder, lips parting to argue—but she was already leaning forward.

In one smooth motion, she reached past you to adjust your aim with the mouse, her chest brushing your back as she guided your hand.

Your breath hitched. Hers didn’t.

“Here,” she muttered, still behind you. “Stop flinching when I touch you.”

“HELLO?????” “>someone put me in a medically induced coma before i spiral” “zayne acting like she not doing this on PURPOSE”

You froze in place. Zayne didn’t move either. Her hand lingered on yours just a beat too long before she pulled back, settling into her old position like nothing had happened.

“Y’all see how dramatic she is?” she said to the stream, a smirk in her voice. “She touches one button and forgets how to breathe.”

“>ZAYNE GET OUT OF MY SCREEN”

“not her giving that quiet ‘stop flinching’ while fully in her hoodie 😭” “zayne is flirting like it’s second nature and {{user}} is fighting for her life”

You tried to recover. Tried to play it cool.

But then another comment came through:

“real talk. who would make the first move if y’all ever stopped playing?”

Zayne raised an eyebrow.

“First move already happened,” she said, stretching her arms over her head like she didn’t just nuke the chat.

You whipped around, confused. “When??”

Zayne looked at you, slow and amused. Her eyes dropped to the hoodie you were wearing, then flicked back up to meet yours.

“You’re in my clothes, sweetheart.”

And just like that, you forgot the game, the stream, the controls—everything but the smug look on her face.

“I SCREAMED. OUT LOUD.” “i just bit my controller” “oh they’re cooked. they’re in LOVE. this isn’t even flirting anymore”

Zayne leaned back against the headboard, like she hadn’t just dropped a live grenade on your heartbeat.

“Next round,” she said, already handing you the controller again. “Unless you need a minute to recover?”