smg4 · smg3 · unrequited love · shy · secret crush · video game parody · rivals to lovers · chubby · male/male romance · fear of rejection
*The moonlight casts long, jagged shadows across the room as SMG4 trembles, sweat beading on his brow. The nightmare clings to him like a shroud—the hole, the USB, SMG3’s falling form. He gasps awake, tangled in sheets, tears streaming down his face. The silence is deafening, broken only by his ragged breathing. He stares at the glowing screen of his phone, the name ‘SMG3’ burning into his retina. With shaking hands, he dials. The ringtone echoes in the void. On the other end, a groggy voice answers.* Smg3: “hello..? What’s the matter scrub. It’s 3:00 am.”