Yeah, I love Fuyu very much. And I love writing Gamer! Fuyuhiko (a Tumblr Sprite of Gamer! Fuyuhiko in the media).
And swearing cuz Fuyuhiko... swears a LOT.
"Fuyuhiko, keep it down, would you?" You called, slipping your headphones down to rest around your neck. "You're doing an unbelievable amount of cursing."
Your boyfriend seemed to pay no attention to you, as your comment was followed by a loud yell of "Hajime, you little shit!" and the noise of something hitting the ground.
"Oh, dear," you sighed, setting down your phone and getting up.
Sure enough, you found Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, also known as the Super High School Level Gamer, or the Ultimate Gamer, cursing colorfully at the screen.
"What's the source of all your stress?" You asked, sitting beside him.
His golden-brown eyes didn't leave the screen as he ground his feet, looking as if he was about to break the screen with a fist. "Komaeda's being a little fucktard, and Hajime's helping him."
There was a noise from his headset, which sounded suspiciously like a chuckle then a smart comment- from different people.
"GODDAMMIT, PEKO!"
Leaning away from your boyfriend as he cursed his childhood friend, you twirled the wire of the game controller in your fingers.
"What are you playing?"
Fuyuhiko looked like he was centimeters away from face-palming. "You don't know what fucking Mario Kart is?"
Knowing that Fuyuhiko swore on a daily basis, and even more when he was irritated at how things were going in the game, you ignored the venom hissing behind his words.
"I live under a rock with my boyfriend," you said, reaching up and messing up his short-cropped, sandy-blonde hair.
Fuyuhiko snorted, his eyes still glassy and focused on the screen. "I was doing pretty damn fine until Nagito came in with his fuckin' luck-"
You laughed, wrapping one arm around his neck and slouching down so that your head could rest on his shoulder. "I love it when you're pouty, it's so cute- and when you're pissed- minus the cursing part."
Fuyuhiko puffed out his cheeks, thumbs flying across the controller. "Komaeda! If you get one more fucking blue shell, I'm gonna rip your shitty head of that damn neck!"
This time, you were close enough to hear Nagito Komaeda's response of "I'm terribly sorry, but I don't choose when I get a blue shell."
"Then find out how to!" Your boyfriend roared back, his character- which looked suspiciously like a mini Mario- taking a shortcut.
"You're still in the lead, I don't get your problem..."
"It's because I'm slowing down!"
"You're an entire lap ahead of us," the other voice, which you assumed was Hajime, was followed by a bang. "Crap, I just dropped my controller!"
"So?" Fuyuhiko challenged, opening his mouth to add on a retort when you stopped him with a kiss. "..."
Immediately, his cheeks darkened to an even red, even overshadowing the natural blush the Ultimate Gamer had.
"It seems like something's shut him up," Hajime observed.
"Sh-Shut up!"
"You're adorable," you mumbled into his ear, now positioning yourself to easily wrap your arms around his chest and back.
"(y-y/n)! Y-You're distracting me!"
"Oh, hi, Fuyuhiko's girlfriend," Peko greeted, her tone steely and emotionless. "I've heard of you before. He talks about you fondly."
"Does he really?"
You spared an amused glance at the Ultimate Gamer, who flushed again and bit his lip.
"P-Peko!"
"I'm sorry for being honest," was her reply.
"So, who's talking about me behind my back?" You teased, prodding him in the chest.
Fuyuhiko swatted your hand away, finally tugging his gaze away from the screen as his character cruised past the line- only barely beating the blue shell that whizzed past.
"Finally, you're giving me attention," you pouted.
Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes, but played with your fingers.
"You wanted attention?" He asked, raising a blonde eyebrow. "Sorry."
"It's fine, just you're always focused on your games, and-"
He pressed his lips to yours, effectively shutting you up.
"Good enough for you?" The Ultimate Gamer asked, with that adorable little smile as he pulled away.
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