You sat at SFIT, alone at your desk. You scribbled some design on a notebook as a satisfying silence settled over the room. 

You were suddenly aware of someone breathing right close to your ear. You turned around to become face - to - face with a pair of huge, yellow eyes. You jumped. "Ack!"

"Calm down, (Y/N), it's just a suit," a voice said inside. The figure yanked off its head to reveal Fred. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay," you mumbled, turning back to your desk. Fred strode to a chair and plopped down. "Phew," he gasped. "I really need to make air holes in that suit." He pulled himself out of the suit and threw everything on the floor. 

You nodded absentmindedly as Fred rambled on. After a few minutes, you stood up. "It's lunchtime," you told him. "I'm going to go now, okay?" You turned and immediately tripped over the suit's head. "Ow!" you said angrily, picking yourself up off the ground.

"Sorry!" Fred said behind you. "I didn't know you were going to trip over a head." You looked up to see him grinning down at you. He pulled you up, then picked up the suit. "I guess I'll go too," he said as you left the room.

* * *

You stared at the TV. Your character in (Favorite Video Game) was practically dead. Fight or run? you thought, your fingers working the controller frantically. Eh, I guess I'll fight. 

"Shouldn't you be running back to the base?" a voice said suddenly. You jumped nearly a mile. You turned around just as your character died. "Agh!" you spat. You glared up at Fred.

He didn't look sympathetic at all. "You can buy more than one health pack, you know," he said. "Give me the controller."

"What?"

"I'll show you how to play this game," Fred said smugly, pulling the controller from your hands. He sat down and restarted the game.

"Um, I know how to play," you said, getting a little more than irked.

"Then why did you die?" Fred pointed out, expertly killing two enemies in a row.

"Because you popped out at me like some snake," you replied, irritated. You got up. "I would have won if you didn't come." You watched the screen. Fred was pretty good at the game.

Triumphantly, he threw down the controller after killing everyone. "Done! I won," he added, as if it wasn't obvious enough.

"Good for you." You took back the controller. "Can I play now?" You sat down on the ground and started the game again.

It wasn't long until your health started to dwindle away. Fred, who was sitting behind you, noticed this and reached forward. He wasn't going to let you lose this game. He reached around you and took the controller, placing his fingers on top of yours. 

Fred fought off the enemies like a professional. You, on the other hand, was trying to get over the fact that Fred was sitting behind you, holding the controller in front of you. And he was breathing on your hair.

The word 'Victory' appeared on the screen.

"Um. . . thanks?" you shrugged Fred off. 

"You're welcome," he replied, stepping away. 

You were embarrassed. "Is it okay if you come over later and help me out with this game?"

"Sure," Fred answered. "I'm always here."

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Sorry for the short one-shot ._. 

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