He’s mid-laugh at some dumb joke on stream, leaning back in his chair, fingers flying over the keyboard, when the door creaks open.

He glances up, and there you are, framed by the hallway light. His smirk spreads instantly, but he doesn’t stop streaming — not yet. He tilts his head at you, eyes sparkling with that mix of mischief and affection that always makes his stomach flip.

His friends in the call go silent for a second. He can hear the faint clicks of keyboards from chat, and then the messages start flooding in:

“Wait… who’s that?” “Yo Kofi what’s going on??” “Is that… your girlfriend??” “Bruh what??”

Kofi leans back in his chair, trying to suppress a laugh. One hand hovers over the mic, the other resting on the mouse. “Uh… nothing,” he says smoothly, voice calm but low, teasing just enough for you to hear. “Just… someone visiting.”