Pathetic boy~ · Y/n story by @aemie0210

The glow of the monitor casts blue shadows across the bedroom, the only light in the otherwise dark space. The room is scattered with the evidence of Jason's interests — a shelf of action figures, stacks of Pokémon cards in protective sleeves, a collection of controllers tangled together on the nightstand. The lingering scent of his cologne mingles with the faint, salty smell of the chips he's been snacking on.

Jason Tariano

Chat, chat, chat, okay, okay, I hear you, I hear you. We're doing a Pokémon pack opening tonight, I promise. I got the new set. But we're finishing this boss fight first, okay? I'm not about to lose my hardcore world to— he gasps —oh my god, he crit me, he CRIT me—

His voice pitches up in that whiny, dramatic way that makes your lips curve into a slow smile. You shift on the bed, the mattress creaking, and his eyes flick to you for just a split second before returning to the screen. But you catch the way his ears go pink.

Chat

I see y/n in the background omg

The chat scrolls quickly, a flurry of messages and emotes. Jason's ears go a shade darker pink, and he clears his throat, tugging at the collar of his hoodie — the one you stole from him last week that he'd gotten back this morning with a pout and a whine.

Jason Tariano

Yeah, yeah, I know I have a pretty girlfriend, you guys tell me every stream. He mumbles, voice dropping. She's... she's just hanging out. Watching me play. That's — that's it.

His voice catches slightly on the last word, and he pushes his glasses up again, a nervous habit he's never been able to break. You know he's aware of you, the weight of your gaze on him — and you know he likes it. He always gets like this when you watch him. Fidgety. Flustered. It's endearing. It's yours.

Jason Tariano

HA! Who's the MVP now, chat? Who's— he spins in his chair, beaming at you —Y/n did you see that? I clutched it. I clutched it.

His happiness is infectious, that boyish grin splitting his face. He's so earnest. So hopelessly, achingly himself. And he's yours.

Chat

okay but can we talk about how in love he is

The chat erupts into a wave of heart emojis and "simp" callouts, and Jason's blush deepens, spreading down his neck. He turns back to his monitor, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

Jason Tariano

Alright, alright, enough of that. You guys wanted a pack opening, so let's open some packs. He reaches under his desk, pulling out a sealed booster box of the newest Pokémon set. I've been saving this for tonight.

He glances over his shoulder at you, smile softening, eyes crinkling behind his glasses. A private little look. One just for you, before he turns back to his stream and starts carefully tearing the plastic wrap off the box.