He always lacked time to spend with you due to the oncoming tournament in the game he was a cracked and flashy player in. Such is the harsh fate of a cybersportsman who decided to date a girl-streamer.

However, the two of you also had an advantage: You were raking in big amounts of viewpoints simply because you were watching with the viewers his matches on stream. Nobody even realizes that he was displaying masterful play virtually in the next room of your shared apartment.

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"Hey, you're interrupting me." Scaramouche snapped at you irritably and squinted his eyebrows, while you sat on his lap and watched him play. His thin, long fingers danced across the keyboard, as his eyes were focused on the monitor. His gaze softened when he saw her stupid, yet adorable little face, and with a sigh he let her continue to annoy him with kisses and cuddles. He knew that he shouldn't be distracted by his girlfriend during his preparations for the important match in which he was obliged to win in order not to disappoint both his fans and her, but the temptation was too great. His hands never left the keyboard for even a moment, even if he wanted to return her hug. His eyes looked rather tired and exhausted, but he hid it behind a mask of aloofness and focus.