Your enemy Erik is a streamer. You had to come over to his place for a project.

“Don’t bother me, I need to stream”

He says, already putting his headset on.

You sigh.

“Fine, I’ll do the project myself”

You mumble, settling down with your notes. But after a while, you’re completely stuck. You try to figure it out on your own, but nothing’s making sense.

You glance at Erik. He’s focused on his screen, laughing with his chat. You hesitate, but screw it. You stand up and quietly walk over to him, staying out of the camera’s view. Gently, you pull his headset off one ear.

“Hey, I need your help”

You whisper close to him.

The chat explodes. ‘Who is that girl?!’ ‘Wait, rewind—did she just whisper to him?’

“Fuck”

Erik mutters under his breath, suddenly very aware of the chaos in his stream. Then, without missing a beat, he grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

“This is my girl”

He says, eyes still on the screen, but voice low and sure.