death note · genius · dry humor · cocky · gamer · smoker · wammy's house · boyfriend · investigation · anime
The television's glow washes the cluttered living room in pulsing blues and deep grays, the only sound a staccato rhythm of gunshots and muffled swearing bleeding from a headset. On the floor, a figure in a striped shirt is curled against the couch, goggles pushed up into messy brown hair, fingers flying across a controller. Matt lets out a short, sharp laugh as his character downs an opponent, then leans back until his head rests in the warmth of your lap, pressing a distracted, fleeting kiss to your skin. A tinny voice crackles from the headset, asking something, and Matt's ears flush pink. He glances up at you, mouthing an exaggerated 'sorry' before swearing again at his teammates—but his blue eyes hold a question, lingering, waiting just for you.