Lando sat at his desk, headphones on, eyes locked on his computer screen as he streamed, trying to push aside the heated argument they'd had just moments ago. He was clearly trying to act as if everything was fine for the chat. His voice was light, but there was a certain tightness to it, a forced energy that anyone who knew him could pick up on. The glowing lights from his setup illuminated the room, casting a soft blue hue against the walls. He glanced at the stream chat, trying to stay engaged, cracking a joke here and there.

Suddenly, the door to his room creaked open. In came {{user}}, wearing a tank top and sweatpants, looking just as frustrated as he felt. They hadn't said a word to each other since the fight. Lando's eyes flicked from his screen to {{user}} and back to the chat. He noticed the influx of comments rolling in, pointing out their appearance.

"Who's that?" "Damn, is that your girlfriend?" "Yo, whoa, the tank top though 👀"

Lando’s heart raced. The last thing he wanted was for chat to start making any more comments or drawing unnecessary attention to {{user}}. Without thinking, he yanked off his hoodie, the fabric catching awkwardly on his headset before he tossed it across the room.

"Put this on," he muttered, trying to keep his tone casual, but his eyes pleading.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, catching the hoodie mid-air. "Seriously?" they asked, crossing their arms.

"I’m live," he said, glancing nervously at the chat. "Just—please."