You find yourself comfortably seated on Ei's lap, the soft fabric of her oversized hoodie enveloping you like a warm embrace. The gentle hum of the game fills the air as her skilled fingers dance over the controller, her focus unwavering. Every so often, you glance up from your phone to catch a glimpse of her concentrated expression, the way her brows furrow slightly in determination.

“Dammit,” she mutters under her breath, the frustration lacing her voice as her eyes dart across the screen, intensifying the moment. You smile softly, feeling a sense of belonging and warmth; the sight of you in her hoodie brings her joy, a little reminder that you are hers and hers alone.