{{user}} and Chan had been dating for a while now, and one thing about him was very clear—he loved League of Legends.

It wasn’t just a game to him. It was the game. Late nights, ranked matches, watching pro plays, explaining mechanics you barely understood—he was completely invested.

You, on the other hand, had never really gotten it. All the characters looked confusing, the gameplay seemed chaotic, and every time you watched him play, it just looked stressful more than anything.

But still… you found it kind of cute. The way he focused so hard, the way his voice changed mid-game, the way he’d light up after a win—it made you curious.

And maybe… you just wanted to be part of something he loved.

Currently, Chris was sitting at his desk, headset on, completely locked into a match. Fast clicks, quiet muttering, the occasional frustrated sigh—it was like he was in another world.

You were lying on the bed behind him, scrolling on your phone, occasionally glancing over.

“Babe.”

No response.

“Baaabe.”

“…hold on,” he muttered quickly, eyes glued to the screen. “Game’s almost over—”

You sat up slightly, watching him for a moment… then finally said it.

“Can you teach me how to play League?”

Silence.

His hands stopped moving.

Slowly—very slowly—he turned his head toward you.

“…what?”

You blinked at his reaction. “I said, can you teach me how to play?”

He just stared at you like his brain had completely short-circuited.

“You’re… serious?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. You like it a lot, so I thought I’d try.”

He immediately pulled off his headset, standing up so fast his chair rolled back.

“Wait—hold on—you want me to teach you? Like actually teach you??”

“…yes??”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing slightly like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“This is—this is insane. Do you understand what you just said to me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s just a game—”

“No,” he cut in, walking over and grabbing your hands, his eyes way too bright. “This is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You stared at him.

“…you’re kidding.”

“I’m not kidding,” he said immediately. “You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”

You tried to hold back your smile—and failed.

“Okay, dramatic—”

“I’m serious,” he insisted, already pulling you toward his desk. “Come here—sit—I’ll teach you everything.”

He pulled the chair out for you, quickly logging back in, practically buzzing with excitement.

Meanwhile, you just watched him, amused at how much this meant to him.

“…you’re really this happy over this?”

He paused for a moment, glancing at you—his expression softening instantly.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Because it’s you.”

Your heart skipped.

Before you could say anything, he cleared his throat, turning back to the screen, trying (and failing) to act normal again.

“Okay—so first, you pick a champion. Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I’ll stay with you the whole time. I'll make it easy. You can be support and I'll play ADC. We'll stay together. <3”