Wintertime cuddling (a TSM fanfiction)

Breakfast

The rest of the team was already in the kitchen. Bjergsen was leaning against the counter, taking a sip of coffee. He raised an eyebrow as the duo walked in.
"There you guys are. There's some eggs still left over that Dennis didn't finish, if you want them." He said, shooting a look over to Svenskeren.  Dennis glanced up from his phone and chuckled at Søren.
"What? I'm not really hungry in the morning." He protested.
"Well, thanks for the eggs!" Peter joked, grabbing a fork. "Do you want any, Vincent?"
He declined, and decided to join Dennis and just go on his phone.

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Vincent began setting up his stream, taking spoonfuls of his cereal as his League client loaded. Before he could start the stream, he felt a pair of hands grasp his shoulders, leading him to tense up.
"Hey Vincent~" Peter greeted. Vincent let himself relax as he realized who it was.
"Hey!" He replied, looking up at his laning partner with a smile.
"Want to duo queue?" Peter asked.
"Yeah sure, just let me get my stream set up." The shorter boy replied.
"Alright, I'll see you on the rift." Peter said, walking away and winking at him. Vincent began to blush, confused as to why this subtle gesture by Peter could make him so flustered. But he shrugged it off, and decided to focus on the game and his stream.

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"Vincent, you're so bad at this game!" Peter joked. Vincent, not paying attention, had walked up to ward the river bush without knowing the enemy jungler was there. The monochromatic "you have been slain" screen showed on Vincent's monitor soon after.
"Hey, I just wasn't paying attention..." he said, defending himself. He even saw the Annie on their team chat laughing at his mistake too.
"Wow, even our feeding mid laner's making fun of you." Peter murmured to himself. Suddenly Peter's hands began quickly typing something about how Annie was 2/8/3 and shouldn't be saying anything. After he pressed the enter key, the Annie finally shut up.
"Peter got 'em good!" Vincent replied, laughing. His AD Carry looked over at him and his smile cracked into a mutual laugh.
Why is his smile so cute? Peter thought to himself. He began to blush a little bit just looking at him. Even just thinking about him had the same effect. But what was so different about him compared to Aphromoo? The fact that he had no clue didn't really bother him. He was usually way more focused on wanting to hold him and kiss him and keep him warm and the butterflies he got whenever Vincent crossed his mind. And that was completely okay in his mind.

Hhhhhhhhhhhh I kind of got lazy with the plot direction? So this is mostly filler. Idk if i can call it that though... well hopefully you're enjoying my story anyway. There's more chapters to come ;)