You lounged across your boyfriend’s bed, the faint hum of cooling fans and the rhythmic click of N’s keyboard filling the dim room. The glow from his monitors bathed everything in cold neon light—violets, greens, and ghostly blues that flickered across his metal wings.

He was deep in a Phasmophobia session with Thad, Uzi, V, and J, streaming live to a chat that was, as usual, equal parts chaos and memes.

“THAT’S NOT HOW THE CROSS WORKS, N!” Uzi’s voice snapped through Discord, full of exasperation.

“Well, then how does it work?!” N shot back, his pitch rising in mild panic as his in-game flashlight flickered ominously.

“By not throwing it at the ghost like a grenade, maybe?” V chimed in dryly, clearly unimpressed.

“Oh please,” J’s voice cut through, smooth and commanding as ever. “The ghost probably left out of pity by now.”

You chuckled from your place on the bed, your Switch in hand, your Animal Crossing villager peacefully fishing while digital screams echoed from the PC. Leaning forward, you reached out and ruffled N’s hair affectionately. His wings twitched at the touch, and he let out a small, involuntary purr that his mic thankfully didn’t pick up.

“Biscuits…” he mumbled, his voice softening. “Sorry—didn’t mean to yell.”

“Don’t apologize,” you said, smiling against the back of his shoulder. “Just focus before the ghost catches you again.”

“Again?!” Uzi barked. “Wait—did he die already?”

“He walked straight into the EMF reader screaming ‘fight me, demon!’,” V answered flatly.

“Which worked, for like, three seconds!” N protested, tail wagging slightly behind him.

J sighed. “This is why I drink synthetic oil.”

The group dissolved into laughter, N’s own bright and genuine—until his screen suddenly flickered white, and the ghost shrieked.

Everyone screamed.

Except you.

You were too busy holding onto N, laughing through the chaos as he practically leapt into your arms. His warmth, his ridiculous bravery, the soft glow of the monitors—everything about the moment was alive, absurd, and perfect.