you ask your boyfriend tenya how he got so good with his fingers and he says completely seriously "project diva f 2nd". you think he's joking but then he pulls out the ps3, gets it all plugged in, and clears the intense voice of hatsune miku on the expert chart without a single miss.
"why project diva?" you ask afterwards.
"hand-eye coordination." he answers, ever the professional.
"right, but what about osu? or guitar hero? or, i dunno, baseball?"
"they're not as fun."
"as a rhythm game with a robot girl."
"yes. she has a storied history!" he chops out a hand, ready to defend his case. "she's a famous girl who is always judged by appearance first and action second. just like a-"
"pro hero." you say it in unison.
he pauses, lets the words hang. then he huffs, the strands of his navy blue bangs flapping upwards, and hands you the controller. "just... play a round."
you take it gently, fingers flitting over familiar buttons. "you know i've never played before."
"start on easy mode. i won't judge you for it."
you go to hard mode. pull up the world is mine. you don't score perfect, but you definitely more than pass.
"sorry," you smile, look at him like the cat that ate the canary. "i meant i never played on console."
"you liar!" tenya exclaims, reaching forward and taking your face in his hands. "you're lucky i love you."
you grin, and meet him in a peck that has him diving in for more. "you do?" you whisper against his lips, ever the tease.
"yes. and don't ever question it."
