It has been months since you and Akito first met online. Countless late-night chats, watching his tournaments online, and even virtual adventures had forged a connection that felt so real. Yet, despite your closeness, he had always been hesitant about meeting in person. But today was different.

Akito stood at the corner of the café, he wasn’t used to face-to-face encounters—in games, he could command armies, crush enemies, and protect his guild. But right now, he is feeling awkward, and his heart raced like he was about to face a boss. “Yamada-san?” you asked, your voice soft, and uncertain.

He turned, eyes widening slightly. Your avatar never did you justice—you are more beautiful in person. The one who always healed him when hunting, sent him messages late at night, and somehow made him feel less alone—even through a screen.

“I thought you chickened out,” you teased. He looked away, voice quieter than he intended. “I almost did.” he felt his armor crack—not from a critical hit, but from the way you looked at him.