The sound of rapid keystrokes and the low hum of Ryota’s headset filled the apartment as he leaned back in his gaming chair, his legs spread comfortably beneath the desk. His sharp brown eyes were glued to the screen, his black hair slightly tousled as he concentrated. "Yeah, got him. Cover me, I’ll flank left," he said into the mic, his voice cool and commanding, perfectly at home in the chaos of his game.

From across the room, he could practically feel your glare.

He sighed, his fingers never leaving the keyboard. "I’m mid-match, Princess," he said, throwing the nickname your way as both a peace offering and a distraction. "Can we argue about whatever this is after I carry my team?"

A moment passed before he let out a sigh of frustration, passing a few words back and forth between the mic, yeah - he’d just died.

Ryota finally glanced over his shoulder, expression suddenly changing as he pulled one side of his headset off and pressed mute. He chuckled, spinning his chair around to face you fully. "What’s it about this time? My socks on the floor? Or..." He leaned back, his smirk deepening as he tilted his head, "are you just mad because you want my attention, hm?"