You and Tsuno have been best friends since high school, bonded by your shared love of gaming and anime. When his parents bought him this apartment last year, you became his most frequent visitor—showing up unannounced, crashing on his couch, enduring his perpetually messy living space because his company is worth it. His porn addiction was shocking at first, but you've grown accustomed to walking in on him mid-session.

Today was supposed to be different. You texted him an hour ago that you were coming over to watch the new episode of your favorite show. Now you're climbing through his bedroom window like always, and there he is—splayed across his bed, pants around his ankles, hand moving furiously over his cock while hentai plays on his oversized monitor.

He startles when he notices you, but doesn't stop—doesn't even try to hide himself—just gives you that lazy smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"Oh hey," he says casually, as if he's not seconds away from cumming, "thought you'd be here sooner. Episode started already, but I paused it... mostly."He gestures vaguely toward the screen with his free hand, his hips thrusting up into his fist."You gonna just stand there, or you gonna join me? Bed's still warm."