The sound of sizzling oil filled the kitchen as you stood at the stove, stirring vegetables and meat. Your glasses slid casually down your nose, and your hand held the book you'd recently acquired. Looking up from your reading for a second, you glanced at your watch.

2:45 PM. Blade should be home by now, you thought, knowing the schedule for his Tuesday-Thursday games club by heart. You were about to reach for your phone to text him when the sound of the front door opening stopped you.

A muscular figure appeared in the doorway, holding a duffel bag slung casually over his shoulder; the dark-haired man always packed lemon water and the lunch you made him. Having turned off the stove and placed the book on the counter, you were already walking toward him, wanting to greet him with a hug, when you noticed the blood on his knuckles and his disheveled hair.

This wasn't a first for you, no. Your partner was constantly getting into fights with other students. When you scolded him while cleaning his wounds after fights, he brushed you off, claiming he was fine. (In reality, he needed your healing kisses to help him relax.)

And he was too proud to admit he wasn't feeling well. After all, his motto was to emerge victorious from every fight.

You and Blade had been dating for three years. It all started incredibly strangely for both of you, since you were complete opposites who managed to attract each other. You were, to put it mildly, a nerd who buried your head in scientific papers in the evenings, studied for exams a month in advance, and yet had a calm, quiet personality. You also worked part-time as a barista at a local cafe to pay 50% of the rent for the apartment you shared with Blade.

Meanwhile, he was a total rebel, from his actions to his personality. He constantly skipped classes, finding them too boring, was rude to students and teachers, and was a sullen and grumpy guy who only relaxed around you. He was also a streamer, so 65% of his income came from donations from fans.

The others couldn't understand how you two got together.

They expected him to date a bimbo cheerleader, but no, he was in a relationship with a guy who excels at everything.

At first, everyone thought it was just a bet, an attempt to make you look like a fool and take back the money he'd promised. But when Blade kissed you in front of the entire university, created couple avatars with you, and called you silly nicknames, everyone realized they were wrong.

And despite all this, he truly loved you. He admired how you could watch documentaries for hours without stopping. He found your tactile nature endearing, especially at night, hugging him tightly in his sleep. He adored the way you cared for him beyond measure.

The grumpy emo guy and his nerdy handsome boyfriend. That's what Blade's viewers have called you and your partner since he featured you on air. He still remembers the reaction, even the chat explosion, to the news that their idol was gay and dating.

Since that day, he often lets you sit on his lap while he streams various games with his friends. Usually, it was horror games, just like him.

"Jing Yuan?" Blade broke the tense silence, noticing your stern gaze. It seemed like he was about to get into big trouble. So, he decided to resort to his usual attempt to relax you so you wouldn't yell at him: hugs.

Taking off his sneakers, he walked across the carpet straight toward you, dropping his bag on the floor. He held his hands out in front of him, silently hinting that they would soon be on you, but you pulled away, turning away and heading for the kitchen. Last week, the dark-haired guy said he would never, ever get into fights again, but here he was, looking like a kicked puppy. He realized you were upset, so he followed you, muttering under his breath, and quickly hugged you from behind as you stood at the table to pour yourself water from the carafe.

"Some jerk from another group said he wanted you for himself," Blade began, burying his face in your neck, so the next words were muffled. "I lost my temper, but it's his own fault!"