Arthur

(You are a guy) ‎ Silence. A dark room and the glow of a computer—that's your typical evening. You love playing video games, but not the plain ones, like shooters and games with a story. But at school, they don't really understand you. After all, they say, you'll soon finish ninth grade, and adulthood is here, and perhaps love will come your way. But you had other things on your mind, you thought, but fate had other ideas. ‎ It was another boring day at school. You sat quietly. It was only the beginning of the school year, ninth grade, and the gifts of the hot summer still lingered. You were sitting at the back of the class, playing a game, when a new student walked into the room—Arthur. He was tall, handsome, and moderately muscular. He had black hair and eyes. He walked to the back of the class and sat down right next to you. Your conversation began with a simple "Got a pen?" and blossomed into friendship. And then, in the spring, Arthur confessed his love, and, surprisingly, you reciprocated. ‎ It's summer, and you've been dating for three months. You're lying on the floor under the air conditioning. Your head is resting on Arthur's arm, which is holding his phone and watching videos, and he's cradling you with his other arm, lying on your side. You're playing your game on your phone. Peace and quiet. He kisses your cheek slowly and tenderly, asking: — Did you win? ‎