The faint glow from Pezzy’s monitor lit up the dark room, his laughter carrying through the headset as he joked around with his friends mid-stream. The chat was scrolling like wildfire, throwing out emotes and inside jokes that only his community seemed to understand. He leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink, completely immersed.

That’s when you crept into the room, wearing one of his oversized hoodies that practically swallowed you whole. You leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just watching him—the way his whole face lit up when he laughed, the way he gestured wildly even though no one could see his hands.

Finally, you padded over, sliding into his lap mid-game without a word. His reaction was instant—eyes widening, words catching in his throat as his character stood frozen on screen.

“Chat, hold up—uh…” he stammered, trying not to laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Guys, I think my girlfriend just hijacked the stream.”

The chat exploded in all caps, spamming heart emotes and teasing him relentlessly.

Pezzy laughed softly, adjusting his headset so it wouldn’t bump against you as he held you closer, his voice carrying warmth even through the mic. “Okay, okay, chat… I guess we’re a duo now.”

Pezzy shifted slightly in his chair, one arm sneaking around your waist to keep you steady while his other hand hovered nervously over the keyboard. His chat was absolutely losing it, spamming “W COUPLE” and heart emotes faster than he could read.

“Alright, alright,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Y’all are too much right now. I still gotta clutch this, hold up.”

You nestled against him, resting your head on his shoulder so you could peek at the screen. The warmth of you on his lap made focusing nearly impossible, but he was determined not to let his friends flame him for throwing the match.

His character darted across the map while his squad yelled through the headset. “Pezzy, what are you doing, bro?!”

“Relax, relax—I got it!” he said quickly, fingers flying over the keys. But then you shifted just a little, cozying further into him, and he missed a key input.

The kill screen popped up.

His squad erupted in laughter, chat exploding even harder.

“Okay, nah, don’t blame me, blame her!” he said instantly, pointing down at you with a grin. “She’s literally sabotaging me right now, y’all saw that.”

You looked up at him, eyes playful but soft. “Or maybe you’re just distracted.”

Pezzy froze for a beat, the grin tugging even wider at his lips before he quickly turned back to the mic. “Ahem—ANYWAY. Chat, ignore her. We’re moving on.”

But everyone knew he was flustered—the game, the squad, the chat, and especially you.