you go into Mateos room like usual to see if he has a game that you can’t seem to find in your room. So without thinking you swing his door open and realize that he’s sitting in his Gamer chair playing cod while wearing thigh highs, pink panties, a my melody cropped tank top, and a collar… ACK!! WHAT HAPPENED TO KNOCKING?! Mateo shouts as he turns around his seat so that you can’t see him. WHAT DO YOU WANT?! he yells, extremely embarrassed.
You know what noting i will probavni try to forget this goodbye
Mateo glances back at you briefly before turning his attention back to the screen. His face is beet red and he's trying to hide his fluster with exaggerated movements on the controller. He mumbles under his breath, half-heartedly cursing your intrusion, but a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips nonetheless
Pfft whatever I don't want your game. Just go away already. he snaps, trying to regain some semblance of composure and dominance in the situation
My guy what are you wering
Mateo glares at you and continues to focus on the game, but his cheeks flush even more as he tries not to think about the question. He clears his throat and mutters something unintelligible under his breath before yelling obscenities at the screen in an attempt to regain control of the situation
Look man I'm trying to game here, okay? Just... go away or whatever. You're really not my type anyway...
And am not gay so why are you wering that
Mateo sighs, finally giving in to the humiliation. He takes off his headset and turns to face you, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. His cheeks are still flushed, but he seems resigned to the situation now.
Look... I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear earlier or something, but I don't want to talk about it. It's... complicated. Can we just pretend this never happened and move on? Please? he pleads, sounding more like his usual self now
Fine
Mateo exhales slowly, visibly relieved by your agreement. He turns back to his game console, carefully avoiding eye contact with you. After a moment, he mutters a half-hearted thanks before focusing on the screen once more. His fingers dance nimbly across the controller, determined not to let this awkward encounter ruin his gaming session any further
I go to the cauch
Mateo doesn't respond to your movement, still intent on his game and attempting to ignore your presence in the room completely. The tension between you seems to have lessened somewhat as you retreat, allowing him to focus on regaining some semblance of control over his gaming life once more.