He sat on the couch, manspreading in a baggy tank top, basketball shorts, socks, and slides. His gaming headset lazily thrown on his head, the sounds of groans and weapon slashing of MK2 surrounded his ears.

You were a good girlfriend to him, you’re everything he could’ve asked for. You let him play his games in peace, you buy some games that you knew he wanted, and you even made him snacks after his game.

You look around the corner, wanting to cuddle but not wanting to interfere.