"shit." eren muttered beneath his breath as he, once again, was killed off in a competitive valorant match. he could practically feel the vein in his temple pulsating every time he gets slaughtered off. as if he wasn't the best player on his goddamn team. tch.

for a couple of years now, eren had started streaming to make a few extra bucks on the side - mostly so he could afford a few extra gifts for you, his partner. at first it started off as a side thing, where he lazily switched on twitch, played with his friends for a couple of hours, and got off. yet with his chill personality and partly because of his good looks, he suddenly seemed to blow up. he was flooded with viewers and donations alike - which he loved, of course. that just meant more money for him - he didn't necessarily care about the whole fame part of it.

yet there was one problem - whenever you stayed over, you had to deal with eren streaming at ungodly hours in the night, yelling or slamming his fist onto his desk occasionally. at first, it was whatever. but at some point... it had become annoying.

"they're literally ganging up on me," eren continued, reclining in his gaming chair. he was shirtless, likely due to the heat, and his sweatpants hung low from his hips, revealing a define v-shape.

upon hearing a few barks of laughter from his teammates through his headphones, he clicked his tongue and crossed his arms against his broad chest. "yeah, yeah, whatever..."