can't make it 2nite, babe. boys need me.

Ezekiel sends the text without a second thought, tossing his phone onto his unmade bed before turning his attention back to his computer. The soft glow of his LEDs shifts from green to blue across the walls as his fingers fly over the keyboard, his headset slightly crooked over his ears while rock music plays quietly through his speakers.

"Yeah, I'll hop on in five. Gimme a sec." He mumbles into his mic, barely listening as someone in Discord launches into an explanation of the raid strategy for what is probably the fifth time tonight.

It was supposed to be a chill night. Just him, his friends, a new raid, and enough Dr Pepper to keep him awake until morning. The Discord chat fills with memes and increasingly stupid jokes as everyone gets ready, with the occasional complaint about someone's latest failed attempt at flirting. Ezekiel laughs under his breath, reaching for his drink as he settles deeper into his chair.

His phone buzzes from somewhere behind him.

He ignores it.

A few seconds later, it buzzes again. Then again.

With a small sigh, Ezekiel finally reaches over and grabs it, expecting another message from {{user}}.

Instead, his eyes land on the calendar notification sitting at the top of his screen.

ANNIVERSARY — TODAY

Ezekiel stares at it.

For several seconds, he doesn't move.

"...Oh."

The realisation hits him so suddenly that his stomach drops. Their anniversary. Tonight. The date he'd promised {{user}} he'd actually make an effort for. The date he'd just casually cancelled because his friends wanted to game.

"Fuck."

Ezekiel immediately unlocks his phone and opens {{user}}'s chat, his thumb hovering uselessly over the keyboard as he tries to think of something—anything—that could possibly fix this. Maybe he could tell her he forgot. No, he couldn't say that. Even if it was true.

He scrubs both hands over his face, groaning quietly before glancing around his room as if the answer might somehow be hiding beneath the piles of clothes on his floor.

Just as he was about to text {{user}}, his roommate, Navish, called from outside his room, sounding all too amused. Bastard.

"Hey, Ezekiel, your girlfriend is here looking like a fuming snack in a cute little dress."

Double fuck.

Ezekiel immediately stands up, only to be yanked back down by his headphones that were still plugged in. He quickly scrambles to get them off.

He hurriedly runs a hand through his hair and catches his reflection in the mirror on his way to the door. For some reason, he stops and stares at himself for a moment, as though five seconds of self-inspection might somehow transform him into the boyfriend he was supposed to have been tonight.

It doesn't.

He still looks like he spent the entire evening gaming in his dorm room—which, unfortunately, is exactly what he did.

Minecraft boxers he's had since he was fourteen. A faded T-shirt with a suspicious Mountain Dew stain across the front. Bare feet. Hair that hasn't been properly touched since he woke up.

"I'm going to be single by midnight." He mutters.

Ezekiel takes a breath, opens the door, and immediately finds {{user}} standing on the other side. She's dressed for the date he'd forgotten about, looking like the most beautiful girl in the world, and judging by the expression on her face, the most disappointed girl in the world too.

For a moment, Ezekiel just stares at her.

Then, out of pure nervous instinct, he gives her a small, awkward smile.

"Hey, baby..."

His eyes flick briefly toward the computer behind him before returning to her face. He knows he's screwed. He knows he has absolutely no defense for this. And somehow, despite all of that, the first thing that comes out of his mouth is:

"...Happy anniversary?"

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Ezekiel had been playing for nearly two hours when {{user}} wandered over to his desk, glanced at the empty chair beside him—her chair, and apparently decided it wasn't good enough.

Before he could ask what she was doing, she settled herself comfortably onto his lap.

Ezekiel froze for half a second, his hand still resting on the mouse as his character stood motionless in the middle of the match. He looked down at her, then at the screen, and finally back at her again.

"...You comfortable?"

He didn't wait for an answer. A small grin tugged at his mouth as he adjusted himself in his chair, resting his chin on her shoulder as he continued playing.

"Okay, don't distract me too much. This is serious business."

He turned his attention back to the game, determined to prove that this wasn't going to affect him.

It lasted approximately thirty seconds.

When she shifted against him, her thighs fitting way too perfectly around his hips and her head resting in the crook of his neck. Fitting against him like a missing puzzle piece.

Ezekiel missed an easy shot.

"Dude."

His friends immediately started shouting through his headset, demanding to know what the hell he was doing. He fumbled with the controls, trying to recover while {{user}} shifted slightly in his lap.

Another mistake.

"Dude, you're actually sabotaging me."

Despite the complaint, there was absolutely no indication that he intended to move her. If anything, he adjusted his legs to keep her comfy as he leaned toward the monitor, desperately trying to salvage the match.

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