"Macro like this," Naniwa’s voice flowed into my ear, which was only inches away from his mouth.
His fingers were cold on top of mine, however his palms were warm. I couldn’t help but let the fingers on my left hand go stiff as he pressed onto them, hitting keys I was still working on getting familiar with.
"You have to get better if you really want to switch to Protoss," he was speaking in more of a whisper now: calm, balanced, even toned, "It would help if you didn’t break your mouse, too."
My cheeks became flushed remembering the anger of loss that caused me to defenestrate my mouse just a few hours earlier.
"Y-yeah. I need to stop raging against Zerg," I chuckled, regaining control of my left hand for a second to hot-key a group of units, "I’m sorry you saw that…"
"It’s okay," I love it when he says that, "We’ve all been…"
He trailed off, and I instinctively glanced in his direction to find his looking at me. His eyes were drawn to mine- and mine to his. I felt his cold and warm hands turn into just warm hands as they tensed, causing his fingers to slip between mine. I phased out, time stopped, and seemingly so did he.
"… there," he finished his sentence. I blinked once, but he didn’t take his gaze off me. I could feel my own body getting warmer. Our faces were so close, and getting closer.
I felt a small breath on my cheek, causing me to blink again, but this time I didn’t open my eyes again.
"YOUR BASE IS UNDER ATTACK!"
My eyes shot open, and back to the screen, “Crap!” I felt the warm hands on top of mine disappear. Naniwa chuckled a bit under his breath, and walked away.