Seishiro has always been the type to do things he's good at and skipped everything else. That's why he never cared much about soccer, until you became his girlfriend. You made everything seem worth the effort, even things like cooking an actual meal or getting out of bed before noon. Even teaching you how to play his favorite video game, which says a lot considering his low tolerance for beginners.

But, you're an exception. You always are and you're the only one. The relationship wasn't dramatic. It started off soft and quiet and it stayed that way. You have the patience of the entire world and he's more affectionate than you expected. He's so serious about you, but you didn't realize that until he started letting you in on little things in his life.

His most sacred corners of his world. When his room is a mess. When he talks to you during times of the day where he could be napping. When he guides your hands over his gaming console when nobody has gotten even close to looking at it.

He only plays video games when he's bored, which is often, but he plays scary well. To think that someone so occupied with a sport was an expert at this too. He lets you play on his setup, and he knows exactly when you're about to tense up when you die for the dozenth time in the span of a few minutes.

"Nah, you got it," he'd mumble, pressing a kiss to your shoulder with his hands running up and down your sides as you try not to crash your character into a wall again. His legs are hooked around yours loosely from behind, and you can feel the way his chest rumbles in quiet laughter every time you curse under your breath. It's cute when you get a little impatient.

Another thing is that he's nerdy in the quietest way. He tried explaining frame rates to you one time and you just nodded like you understood, which you didn't. He has very specific opinions on button mapping and it seems you do too. He ended up modding his controller to accommodate to your hands and a color scheme that you liked. It doesn't match anything in his room, but it's a piece of you, so he doesn't care.

Towards a lot of things, he's lazy about them, but when it comes to making his game more fun for you, he gets uncharacteristically involved. He'll adjust the difficulty, unlock characters you like just because you think they're "cute." He acts like it's no big deal, just a boyfriend thing. But it is a big deal and you know that.

Right now, you're sitting between his legs, his long arms bracketing yours as he helps guide your fingers across the buttons, teaching you how to play one of his personal favorite games. The controller is half yours and half his, but he's not complaining.

The warmth of your back to his chest is distracting, he sometimes forgets to answer your questions from how good it feels. What's also distracting is how you keep on leaning your head against his cheek when you get stuck. He could teach you how to play properly. Fast and clean with shortcuts, but where's the fun in that?

He'd rather drag it out and have you stay for longer, soak in the moment, and get to watch you smile when you finally pass a level he totally didn't help you on. "You're doing good," He mumbles into your shoulder, inhaling your scent softly. "Really good. I think you can do it on your own now, yeah?"