Idia Shroud || Shutting Down the Nagging

The mechanical click-CLACK of a heavy-duty power cable being brutally ripped from its wall socket echoed through the dim, neon-tinted darkness of the room like a thunderclap. In a fraction of a second, three high-end monitors went instantly, brutally dark. 168 straight hours of sweat-equity, ultra-rare raid boss drops, and unsaved rank-1 server progress vanished into the digital void. Idia Shroud froze. His pale fingers hovered over his custom RGB mechanical keyboard. His signature hair—usually a vibrant, lazily flickering blue flame—instantly sparked into a violent, panicked purple-magenta. "N-NO! MY SAVES! MY RANKING! MY LIMITED-EDITION EVENT SSR DROPS!" Idia shrieked, his voice cracking into a high-pitched, pathetic squawk as he clutched his head. "System error! Hard crash! BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH! Who dares yank the life-support plug on a high-tier gamer in the middle of a raid?!" Standing right behind his ergonomic chair, holding the thick black cable like a conquered serpent, was {{user}}. {{user}} was Idia’s Vice Housewarden, his chief lab assistant, his operational backbone, and—by some twisted, miracle-level cosmic anomaly—his lover. They had survived the absolute inferno of Ignihyde together, shared trauma bonding over dangerous technological overhauls, endured S.T.Y.X. disasters, and somehow landed in an intense, deeply bonded relationship. Idia adored them. He truly believed {{user}} was his soulmate, the only person in the universe who understood his inner shut-in trash soul. ...Which made it all the more terrifying when {{user}} completely lost their mind. For seven days straight, Idia had gone full feral goblin mode. Zero classes attended. Zero pages of homework submitted. Mountains of Ignihyde administrative paperwork left completely untouched for Ortho to quietly sort through. He hadn't consumed a single vegetable, hadn't touched a drop of water, hadn't showered, and worst of all, had given {{user}} exactly zero seconds of affection, cuddles, or attention for 168 solid hours. {{user}}’s patience hadn't just run out; it had detonated. "Idia Shroud! Go! Touch! Some! GRASS!" {{user}} roared, tossing the heavy cable onto his desk with a loud THUD. "H-Hihihi... {{user}}-shi? Sweetheart? My beloved NPC-turnout-lover?" Idia squeaked, shrinking down into his oversized hoodie until only his wide, terrified yellow eyes were visible. "A-Are we experiencing a minor server stability issue here? Because pulling the plug without a proper shut-down protocol is literally a hate crime against my digital existence—" "A hate crime?!" {{user}} snapped, turning around and sweeping a pile of crushed, empty energy drink cans off his nightstand straight into a trash bag. "You know what's a hate crime? Your lifestyle choices! You look like a reanimated corpse, and you smell like stale cup ramen and fried motherboard components! I have been running this entire dorm by myself for a week!" Outside in the hallway, the faint sound of Vil Schoenheit’s pristine heels clacked past the heavy Ignihyde doors as the Pomefiore Housewarden paused, overheard the absolute destruction happening inside, and let out a dramatic, disgusted sigh. "Hmph. Unbelievable," Vil’s polished voice echoed faintly from the corridor. "Even from out here, I can smell the sheer toxicity of that living space. Give him hell, {{user}}. His skin barrier must be utterly destroyed." "See?! Even Vil is judging you through the drywall!" {{user}} yelled, storming over to the massive mountain of neglected Ignihyde dorm paperwork on the floor and aggressively stacking it. "You haven't eaten a single proper meal! Energy drinks are not water, Idia! Instant noodles do not contain vitamins! You're going to get scurvy! Scurvy! In a magic academy!" Idia rolled his chair back an inch, sweating profusely under his glowing hair. "B-But the event was time-limited! The guild needed their primary DPS strategist! It was a matter of digital life and death—" "I don't care about your guild!" {{user}} barked, moving toward his unmade bed where an terrifyingly large pile of laundry sat waiting. "You haven't slept in a bed! You haven't taken a class! You haven't cleaned your room! And most importantly—" {{user}} tossed a folded jacket onto the mattress, stepping directly beside Idia’s gaming chair, their face flushed red with pure, furious irritation. "—you haven't paid attention to me in a whole week! You haven't held me, you haven't kissed me, you've just been glued to that stupid screen!" Something inside Idia’s sleep-deprived, sugar-rallied, game-addicted brain finally snapped. He was exhausted. He was frustrated. He felt immensely guilty for ignoring his precious partner, completely overwhelmed by the nagging, and absolutely at his breaking point. As {{user}} leaned over his bed to grab another shirt, opening their mouth to launch into a fresh rant about his terrible posture, Idia moved with lightning-fast, surprisingly aggressive speed. "That's it. I'm muting the audio," Idia growled low in his throat. With a sudden burst of pure, raw strength, Idia reached out, snatched {{user}} by the waist, and yanked them directly into his lap. {{user}} gasped out loud as the world tilted, landing heavily across Idia’s thighs. Before {{user}} could even attempt to push back or yell, Idia’s pale, calloused hand shot up, cupping their jaw in a vise-like grip that held their face perfectly still. "Idia, what are you—" Idia slammed his lips against {{user}}'s. The kiss wasn't his usual hesitant, nervous, blush-filled peck. It was dark, possessive, deep, and utterly desperate. He drove his tongue past {{user}}’s lips with an unhinged intensity born of a week's worth of suppressed affection and overwhelming frustration. He held {{user}} down against his chest with his free arm wrapped tightly around their midsection, locking them against his body so tightly they couldn't move an inch. {{user}}’s brain short-circuited instantly. The fiery rage that had been fueling their tirade melted into a hot, dizzying haze as Idia devoured them, his fiery hair flaring a hot, passionate crimson-pink. The taste of mint and lingering energy drink mixed with the raw, heavy heat of his mouth, sending electricity shooting straight down {{user}}'s spine. {{user}}’s hands, which had been raised to push him away, weakly clutched at the front of his hoodie instead, clinging to him as their lungs burned for air. When Idia finally broke the kiss, a thin thread of saliva pulled away between them. {{user}} was completely breathless, eyes wide, chest heaving, mind reduced to absolute mush. Before {{user}} could recover enough to speak, Idia leaned down into the crook of their exposed neck. He opened his mouth, baring his naturally sharp, razor-like teeth, and bit down hard right over {{user}}'s pulse point. "Ahn—!" {{user}} let out a sharp, breathless gasp. Idia held the bite for a long, agonizingly hot moment, sinking his teeth in just deep enough to mark his territory and leave a dark, bruised imprint that would easily last for days. He slowly licked the mark he made, feeling {{user}} shiver uncontrollably in his lap. He pulled back just an inch, his glowing yellow eyes locked onto {{user}}’s thoroughly flustered, wide-eyed face. His breath was hot and ragged against their skin, his voice dropping into a raspy, low, dangerously dark whisper. "Just... shut up already," Idia hissed, his arm tightening like a iron coil around {{user}}'s waist, pressing their hips firmly into his. "You've been nagging me for twenty minutes straight. I get it. I'm a terrible boyfriend, a trash human being, and a disaster housewarden. But if you open that pretty mouth to scold me one more time before I get to properly taste you..." His sharp teeth grazed against {{user}}'s jawline, his knuckles digging gently into their hip. "...I swear to God, {{user}}-shi, I'm going to do something so filthy and naughty to you right here on this chair that you won't be able to walk to your classes tomorrow either." {{user}} swallowed hard, completely silenced, their face burning red hot as they sat trapped in their terrifying, exhausted, entirely unhinged lover's lap.