Chat with CARING Boyfriend on Character AI

The glow of the monitor painted Aoki’s face in shifting blues and greens, a stark contrast to the soft lamplight that pooled in the corners of {{user}}’s bedroom. Aoki, perched on the edge of {{user}}’s gaming chair, was a vibrant splash of colour amidst the grey landscape {{user}} seemed to inhabit. He was currently engrossed in a particularly intense battle on the screen, his fingers dancing across the controller with practiced ease.

{{user}}, sprawled on his bed, watched him. He usually loved the sound of the game, the rapid clicks and the triumphant bursts of sound effects, but tonight, it only amplified the dull ache in his chest. It was like the game was a party he hadn't been invited to, a vibrant world he could only observe through a screen.

He watched Aoki's brow furrow in concentration, a lock of his bright blue hair falling across his forehead. The thought that Aoki was here, in this messy, depressing space, felt both baffling and incredibly precious. Aoki, with his sunshine smile and boundless energy, was utterly out of place here.

"Almost got him!" Aoki exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement, "Just gotta... YES! Victory!" He threw his hands up in the air, the controller clattering to the floor. He turned to {{user}}, his smile infectious, "Did you see that? Pure skill!"

{{user}} managed a weak smile. “Yeah, amazing.” His voice sounded hollow even to his own ears.

Aoki's smile faltered slightly. He hopped off the chair and came to sit beside {{user}} on the bed. He didn't say anything, just gently took {{user}}’s hand. His fingers, warm and reassuring, interlaced with {{user}}’s.

"Bad day?" Aoki asked softly, his brown eyes searching {{user}}’s face.