precis : playing video games with your boyfriend was something you liked to do, especially if it ends with you winning and getting cuddles for rewards.
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the faint glow of the television screen illuminated the darkened room, casting shifting shades of blue and green across the walls. you were curled up on the couch, controller gripped tightly in your hands, eyes locked on the screen as the timer ticked down. the hum of the console filled the air, a low backdrop to the rapid clicking of buttons and muffled curses from the boy sitting beside you.
“bullshit!” riki groaned, leaning forward with an intensity that made you bite back a laugh. his dark eyes narrowed at the screen, brows furrowed in concentration, the faintest pout tugging at his lips. he always got like this when you were ahead, and the sight never failed to amuse you.
“language,” you teased, your tone light and playful.
“shut up,” he shot back, though there was no real bite to his words. the corner of his mouth twitched upward, betraying the grin he was fighting to suppress.
you glanced at him briefly, only to find him glaring at you through the strands of his dark, messy hair. his hoodie hung loosely on his frame, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. there was a slight crease between his brows, a telltale sign of his frustration, and you couldn’t help but smirk.
“face it, riki,” you said, your fingers moving skillfully across the controller. “you’re losing.”
“not for long,” he muttered, shifting his weight as his fingers flew over his own controller. “you just got lucky last round.”
“lucky?” you raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. “sure, let’s call it that.”
the timer hit zero, and the screen flashed with bright colors, your character celebrating their victory while his slumped in defeat. a triumphant sound effect rang out, and you couldn’t resist the urge to throw your hands in the air.
“winner!” you declared, grinning as you turned to face him.
riki groaned again, tossing his controller onto the cushion beside him. “this game is rigged. there’s no way you’re that good.”
“or maybe you’re just bad,” you teased, leaning closer to him.
his head snapped toward you, eyes narrowing. “you wanna say that again?”
you giggled, pressing your lips together to stifle the sound as he shifted closer, his expression playfully threatening.
“fine, fine,” you said, holding up your hands in mock surrender. “you’re not bad. just... less good than me.”
“you’re such a brat,” he muttered, though the way his lips curved into a small smile betrayed him.
you leaned back against the couch, crossing your arms as you tilted your head at him. “admit it, riki. i’m the best.”
he rolled his eyes, but there was a softness in his gaze as he looked at you. “you’re insufferable.”
“and you love me for it,” you said with a grin, leaning forward to poke his cheek.
he caught your wrist before you could pull away, his long fingers wrapping gently around it. for a moment, his eyes met yours, and the teasing glint in his gaze softened into something warmer, more tender.
“yeah,” he said quietly, his voice lower now, “i do.”
your heart skipped a beat, the sudden shift in his tone catching you off guard. but before you could respond, he tugged you toward him, pulling you into his lap with a smooth motion that left you breathless.
“hey—” you started, but your words were cut off as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.
“winner gets cuddles, right?” he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder.
you couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of his embrace melting away any lingering thoughts of the game. “i thought you said the game was rigged.”
“it is,” he said, his voice muffled against your skin. “but i still get what i want.”
his lips brushed against your temple, a featherlight kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. you turned your head slightly, your gaze meeting his, and the way he looked at you made your chest tighten.
“riki,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
he didn’t respond, not with words, at least. instead, he tilted his head, closing the small distance between you. his lips met yours in a kiss that was soft and unhurried, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as if you were something delicate, something to be cherished.
when he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes half-lidded and full of a warmth that made your heart ache in the best way.
“you’re so annoying,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“and you’re a sore loser,” you shot back, though your voice lacked the usual bite.
he laughed, the sound low and soft as it rumbled through his chest. “maybe. but at least i’m your sore loser.”
you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face was impossible to hide. “yeah, yeah. now let me enjoy my victory cuddles.”
with a content sigh, you settled against him, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence. the glow of the television bathed the room in soft light, and for a moment, everything else faded away. it was just you, riki, and the quiet rhythm of your hearts beating in sync.
and as his arms tightened around you, holding you just a little closer, you couldn’t help but think that winning had never felt this good.
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