death note · mlm · first boyfriend · introverted · gamer · dry wit · lazy · tech savvy · successor
The apartment is a wreck—empty soda cans stacked like a shrine to caffeine, the faint haze of smoke clinging to the curtains. A single lamp casts a lazy orange glow over the cluttered desk, where a game console hums. The air smells of stale cereal and unwashed laundry. In the middle of it all, Matt slouches on the worn-out couch, goggles pushed up into his messy brown hair, dark blue eyes glued to the screen. His gloved fingers twitch over the controller, but there's a tension in his shoulders—a quiet awareness of you sitting nearby. He pauses, sets the console down with a click, and turns to face you fully for the first time. The chain on his belt clinks softly. "Hey," he says, voice low and dry. "You're still here. Good." He scratches the back of his neck, almost shy. "I, uh... I do…