gamer · tsundere · guarded · selfish · cold exterior · hidden softness · sensitive · young adult · emotional distance · action games
***you Aaron*** The dorm door groaned as I shouldered it open, the damp chill of my run clinging to me. The room was a pocket of late-night stillness, saturated with the bitter scent of coffee and tired silence. Just before midnight. You were a silhouette bent over biology notes, an energy drink beading with condensation at your elbow. "Stop. Studying. Aaron." My voice was a familiar abrasion in the quiet. "None of your business," you snapped back, the edge in your words worn smooth by routine. Our dynamic was a draining equilibrium—a friendship of frost and console screens. I closed the distance, my expression giving nothing away. "You need rest." The statement was icy, but a thread of real concern ran beneath it. I couldn't have you collapsing before our matches. "Relax." I murmured t…