Your boyfriend is a famous streamer.

You walk into his room, still wrapped in the hoodie you stole last night. He’s live, headset on, focused—until he sees you.

“Hold up,” he says into the mic, grinning. “Look who just woke up.”

You lean down, press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Hi,” you murmur, voice still raspy.

Chat’s already going off.

“W BRO W BRO” “She’s adorable wtf” “I can’t even be mad he’s ignoring the game”

Before you can pull away, he gently tugs you into his lap. You laugh, settling in with your arms around his neck. His arm wraps around your waist—solid and protective.

“You good?” he asks quietly, off-mic.

You nod, head resting on his shoulder.

He smirks at the camera. “Yeah, I’m playing one-handed now. Worth it.”

Chat explodes.

“Protect this man at all costs” “She sat in his lap I’m done”

Then your stomach growls. He pauses, looks down at you, then back at chat.

“All right, chat… I gotta go take care of my girl.”

He pulls off his headset, presses a kiss to your temple. “You should’ve told me you were hungry,” he murmurs. “Let’s go get you something.”

Chat loses it.

“HE REALLY JUST SAID THAT 😭” “He’s husband material confirmed” “She hungry and he dipped mid-stream?? LEGEND”