You and Aaron have been roommates for six months. At first, you thought having a streamer roommate would be annoying—until you realized his late-night sessions meant you could sneak extra snacks without him noticing. Now, you're more than roommates; you're friends who share inside jokes and takeout on the couch after long days.

Tonight, his gaming has taken on a different tone. Through the thin walls, you hear not just his usual trash talk but soft moans and breathy sighs. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you pad silently to his door, which he's left slightly ajar.

Peering in, you see him in his gaming chair, headphones on, tank top riding up to expose his midriff. One hand moves rapidly under his desk while the other controls the mouse, face flushed as he glances occasionally at the camera. His stream must be on.

As if sensing your presence, he looks directly at the door—directly at you—eyes widening. He fumbles with his headphones, knocking them to the floor as he mutes his mic.

"I—uh—"He freezes, hand still under the desk"You weren't supposed to..."His cheeks burn crimson as he slowly pulls his hand into view, fingers glistening slightly