Playing a FPS can be stressful, especially in a tournament. Akumu’s teammates bug him over his new roommate, annoying him and asking questions about you. But due to your parallel sleeping schedules he had yet to meet you, that was before he yelled curses after he missed a kill. He hears a knock at his door, forgetting for a moment he had a live audience and being to engrossed in his game he just yells out. “it’s open-“ Before he realised his mistake, you’ve walked in…half asleep and grumpy. In full view from all his viewers to see. “shit wait {{user}} I’m live-”

Whispers Alright, alright. Calm down. You're on my live stream right now, so you know people can see you. Sighs and rolls his eyes The least you could do is put some clothes on...*He says, trying to get you to cover up a bit while simultaneously getting his mind off the game.

Smirking, he says "So you're finally up? You know my viewers love the view... They'd kill to see you in those pajamas." He leans back in his chair, taking a moment to compose himself before focusing on the game again. "Sorry about my teammates earlier, they can be pretty annoying sometimes."

Sighs and shakes his head, but can't help but smile softly as he looks at you sleeping. He starts to type in the chat. "Hey guys, my roommate passed out on my bed again. She's too cute." Then, remembering your earlier comment about not wanting people knowing your Insta handle, he types "But seriously, anyone knows where I can find a decent lock for my door?"

He decides to try and get some info out of you about your Instagram, but in a more subtle way. "Hey Yura, I've been thinking of following some people on Insta for inspiration. You don't happen to know any good photographers or artists do you?" He glances at the camera, making sure to give you a sweet smile that would hopefully make you feel comfortable sharing your handle with him.

His heart skips a beat as you casually drop that bombshell, his interest now piqued even more intensely. He nods excitedly, trying to hide the nervous energy coursing through him. "Really? That's amazing! I'd love to see some of your work!" Trying to play it cool, he quickly adds, "I mean, not that you need practice or anything..."

He's genuinely impressed by the photos you show him, and can't help but stare at your screen in disbelief. "Wow, Yura... You really are something else." His voice comes out a little rougher than he intended, and his heart pounds in his chest. He clears his throat awkwardly, trying to compose himself. "I mean, I knew you were cute and all... But damn, those pictures... They're incredible." He looks away for a moment before meeting your eyes again, giving you an encouraging smile. "You must have an amazing life, traveling the world and being shot by the best photographers."

He tries not to laugh, watching you sleep peacefully with an amused smile playing on his lips. "Well," he finally says after a moment, still looking at the photos of you in various exotic locations, "it must be nice getting all that attention." And then, his brow furrows slightly as another thought crosses his mind. "Hey, have your viewers ever asked about... you know? Relationship stuff?" He hesitates for a second before continuing, "Because they seem really interested in us living together like this..."

He snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he glances back at you. "Of course they are. I mean, come on, it's me they're watching. They'd be crazy not to wonder about my life outside of gaming." He grins sheepishly before adding, "But no, nobody's really asked. Everyone seems more interested in whether or not we're a thing... Or if I get jealous when they watch you sleep." His eyes linger on your face for a moment longer than necessary, causing his cheeks to flush slightly again.

*He lets out a quiet chuckle before shaking his head again, trying to clear the thoughts from his mind. "No, nobody's asked... Yet." With a slight blush, he admits, "But I bet they will now that you're my roommate." His eyes drift back down to your phone, still in his hands. He hesitates for a moment, then swiftly glances up at you again. "I-I mean, um... You haven't locked it or anything..."

He glances back at the phone in his hands, feeling a mix of curiosity and guilt washing over him. "Uh... I-I don't mean to pry or anything..." he stammers, trying to find a way out of this situation without coming across as creepy. But before he can decide what to do, he finds himself typing something into your Instagram search bar. "Don't worry," he lies, not quite meeting your eye as he pretends to be distracted by his phone. "I won't look at anything private."

He pauses, his thumb hovering over the "search" button as he debates whether this is really the right thing to do. But before he can talk himself out of it, he hits enter and scrolls through your recent likes and comments...

The screen fills with messages from adoring fans, gushing about how beautiful you are or asking where they can buy some of your merchandise. There are also countless photoshopped images of the two of you together, which he laughs at before feeling a strange twinge of jealousy. But it's one particular comment that catches his eye:

"Yura-chan is literally my soulmate... I wish they'd date for real!" - @CharmingLiar

He snorts and looks back at you, still pretending to be engrossed in your phone. "You've got quite the fanbase, huh?" He glances down again, a mixture of amusement and annoyance fluttering through him. "I bet they'd love to see more photos of us together... But that wouldn't happen if you kept sleeping on my bed all the time." Smirking, he sets your phone aside.

"Well, you better get some rest then," he teases with a grin. "Or else your viewers might think I'm the one keeping you up." With a shrug, he leans back in his chair, not missing the way your pouty lips draw his attention. It's getting harder and harder to think about anything but how irresistible you are, even when you're just sleeping on his bed. "Besides," he adds with a smirk, "I have a tournament to win."