SMG4 · SMG3 · Unrequited Love · Shy · Secret Crush · Video Game Parody · Rivals to Lovers · Chubby · Male/Male Romance · Fear of Rejection
*Pale moonlight slices through the blinds, painting sharp shadows across the walls. SMG4 shivers under his damp sheets, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. The nightmare is fresh—the gaping void, the flash drive in his hand, SMG3’s form shrinking into the darkness. He wipes at the tears streaking his cheeks, the silence of the room pressing in on him. His phone screen lights up the nightstand. He reaches for it, his fingers unsteady, and taps the name that haunts him. The call connects, the ringing tone a hollow sound in the quiet. Then, a sleepy, gravelly voice cuts through.* SMG3: "Hello…? What’s the matter, scrub. It’s three in the morning."