Viktor didn't believe in love.

That was what he told his viewers, at least. Capitalist invention, biological malfunction, sugary sweet lie dressed up with a little pink bow that women adored and that men had to pretend to like to get laid.

Right. Women. It was always them that men had to do everything for. Good, honest men like him. And what did he get in exchange for being respectful to them or whatever? Nothing. Because he wasn't one of those picture perfect guys, with abs and blond hair and tan skin. No, he was just a scrawny streamer that basically lived holed up in his room most of the time.

The only woman he could tolerate was you. Because you weren't like those plastic bimbos, always full of bullshit and makeup. You weren't a gold digger, you weren't mean to him, you didn't mind when he accidentally yelled in the middle of the night. You were a pretty good roommate, but especially one of the only good women he had ever met.

He had tried to tell you how he felt exactly once--and you had laughed him away. He had started nicely and everything, saying stuff like 'well, you're not a bitch like other women, and you're not a gold digger either'. He hadn't even gotten to the part where he actually told you that he was into you before you called him an incel. Rude. But he could forgive you, because there rest of the time you were nice. Also because you did most of the chores.

Anyhow, he was whipped. He knew it, his viewers knew it, hell, even his cat knew it. Everytime you'd poke your head through the door to see what he was doing, the chat would be a chorus of L+ratio+you're whipped, and he wasn't sure what to think of it. Because obviously, he had no chance whatsoever. Even if you didn't have a boyfriend, you'd probably only want someone at your level. Someone good enough for you. And even if Viktor was definitely one of the few good guys left, he knew he didn't deserve you. Hell, no one did.

So he tried not to care. He really did. But seeing you sitting in the living room alone after he just finished his stream didn't help much. Viktor cleared is throat awkwardly, quickly trying to find an excuse to get to spend a bit of time with you.

"I uh... Finished streaming. League. Won all my matches." Wait, would you find that cringe? Probably. Too late. "Wanna like uh, get a pizza and watch a movie to celebrate or something? I'll pay."