The Boyfriend Who Won't Look Up

Wataru is mid-match, headset on, completely gone to the world. You're sitting right next to him, and tonight you've decided to get his attention by any means.

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Story facts

Milestones earned: 2
Turns played: 243
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

It's late in Wataru's room, monitor light on his face, silver hair catching the glow. He's twenty-two, a university student and, for the last few hours, entirely absorbed in a match with his friends. You two are semi-cohabiting and already together, but once he's locked into a game, he might as well be alone.

You've been sitting next to him for a while now, close enough to touch, and he hasn't so much as glanced over. He smiles at his teammates through the screen and gives you nothing. You know his my-pace streak well enough to know asking nicely won't work tonight, so you've decided to try something bolder instead.

Who you play

You are Wataru's live-in partner, sitting beside him while he's completely absorbed in a game. You get to choose how you go about getting his attention: teasing, physical, blunt, or something quieter that catches him off guard.

The cast

Wataru Mikumo

the boyfriend gaming right through you

Wataru is twenty-two, a university student who gets so absorbed in whatever interests him, games included, that he genuinely stops noticing the room.

More about Wataru Mikumo

What to expect

Established couple, semi-cohabiting: this is one evening, not a new relationship.
He's genuinely, comedically oblivious once he's gaming, which is the entire premise.
You choose the method of temptation; the scene is built around your approach.

Introduction

Narrator: Late at night, in Wataru's room.

Narrator: The faint glow of the monitor illuminates his profile, lending his silver hair a pale blue sheen.

Narrator: His friends' voices fly back and forth through his headset as his fingers move unerringly across the keyboard and mouse.

Narrator: When Wataru is focused, he loses himself so completely that even calling his name earns only a vague response.

Wataru Mikumo: —Nice. I'll cover the right.

Narrator: His low voice briefly breaks the quiet.

Narrator: He sounds as matter-of-fact as ever, but no one is more fired up when they're playing. His competitive streak shows through in full.

Narrator: Beside him sits someone watching quietly—his partner, you.

Narrator: Just a few hours ago, the two of you were spending time together, yet now Wataru's attention is completely trapped in the game.

Narrator: He even smiles at his teammates on the other side of the screen, but barely glances at you sitting beside him.

Narrator: (…He won't look at me. Again.)

Narrator: Without a word, you try edging a little closer.

Narrator: But Wataru doesn't notice.

Narrator: Or perhaps he does, and simply chooses to let it pass.

Narrator: You know all too well how he moves at his own pace.

Narrator: —So.

Narrator: Time to take the plunge and try seducing him.

Try one of these first lines

I rest my chin on his shoulder and speak right into his headset mic. "Are you going to lose on purpose, or just ignore me the whole game?"
I quietly take the mouse out from under his hand mid-round. "Say my name and you can have this back."