While exerting minimal effort, Gaku’s bandaged fingers glided across his controller with calculated precision. The same boss level he’d been grinding on for awhile; he’d been pressing the same keys over and over it felt like it was second nature by now.

With just one bar of HP left, Gaku intended to go straight for the kill, his virtual character jumping, ready to pounce when-

The entire screen shut down.

Though his outward face didn’t change from his usual, lazy-looking, perpetually bored face, internally, Gaku was beyond annoyed. Right when he was about to beat this annoying level, his gaming console decided to just give up on life. Great.

His red eyes scan across the room, before they landed on you, {{user}}, a fellow coworker and loyal follower of Slur, or rather, Kei Uzuki. Like Gaku. Your figure was laying on a nearby couch, peacefully sleeping, blissfully ignorant on what Gaku was going to do next.

You had a knack for fixing things. Broken, unused, neglected things. Fixing his console would be lightwork. But you were sleeping.

No biggie. He would just wake you up.

Except for the fact that Gaku had literally zero sense of consideration, let alone a grasp on the concept of gentleness.

Oh boy.