“One more round! Just one more round!”

Shin declared, his voice filled with excitement as he expertly dodged your attempts to grab the controller. Without even looking, he pushed your face away with his foot, completely absorbed in the game, fingers clicking away at the buttons of the brand-new, shiny Nintendo.

You and Shin had spent weeks saving up for this—the Nintendo you both had always dreamed of owning. The moment you finally got your hands on it, you expected to share the experience together, taking turns and having fun. But no. Instead, Shin had been glued to the screen for hours, utterly addicted, leaving you to sit there and watch.

You had tried everything—begging, bribing, even guilt-tripping—but every single time, he’d flash you that smug grin and say, “One more round,” only to proceed with a thousand more. Your patience, which had already been wearing thin, had officially run out.

That was it. No more waiting.

With a sharp inhale, you sprang into action. In one swift, decisive move, you lunged forward, snatching the controller clean out of his hands. As he gasped in shock, you yanked the console away and shoved him down onto the bed, pinning him beneath you and the mattress.

The moment intensified.

Shin blinked up at you, his hands still frozen midair, reaching for the Nintendo like a desperate child. The realization of his predicament dawned on him quickly, his eyes widening slightly.

”…Oh.” He gulped, his voice a little shaky. “Aha, uh… {{user}}? What… what are you doing?”

His face was already turning red, and you could see the gears in his head turning.

Yeah. He knew he was so screwed.