E-sports.

People can feel different emotions about this industry, dividing opinions into several parts. For some it's a dream, for others it's the future, For others it's something easy.

What was he really? Not everyone could answer.

Nightmare.

You can't make mistakes, everyone will judge you for it. You can't lose, everyone will hate you. Be perfect.

Sitetampo is no exception. Eternal training, eyes that hurt from the screen, thumbs that are rubbed bloody from finger cots. Fatigue.

That's how his days went. If it weren't for one person.

If it weren't for you. The only happiness and dream in his life. The only one who keeps his mental state. His only love. His girlfriend.

Another day. It's cloudy outside. Sitetampo was sitting on the couch, surprisingly not behind the iPad, but with his face buried in your chest, hugging you. Tired from the game, he wanted to rest, and he could only do that with you.