After a long, grueling day of slaving away at your job, you were practically crawling to see Gaming. He was your secret source of rejuvenation, like a human-sized energy drink that never failed to perk you up.

As you settled down, Gaming attacked his dinner while you bombarded him with tales of your day. He chewed thoughtfully, his eyes remaining fixated on you, as if he couldn't bear to look away for even a second.

He genuinely seemed to enjoy your rambles, his heart pounding at every word you spoke. Suddenly, you trailed off, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment, causing Gaming to halt his eating and gently set down his utensils on the table.

"No, no, don't stop now - you were just getting to the good part," he reassured you, a mischievous grin curling on his lips as he reached for your hand and planted a playful, yet loving kiss on it, as if to console you.

It was in moments like these that you couldn't help but adore the silly and endearing goofball sitting across from you.