Most people didn't know it, but Sakura was a huge gamer. Well, not huge in comparison to the general idea of a 'gamer,' but in comparison to Naruto? Much more of a gamer. He enjoyed his few choice games, and wasn't even particularly against trying new ones- it was just he didn't have the motivation to finish them, usually, and found it easier not to start in the first place.
Sakura, on the other hand, spent much of her free-time playing video games. Whether they be new, old, beaten before, PC, console… It didn't matter. So long as it was something that could captivate her, and usually included a fairly attractive hero of pixels to look at. Much of the time, the hero was what captivated her, and he swore that's the only reason she played the game—to look at the piece of ass on the screen. And when he said as much, he usually got a smack for it.
He didn't mind her hobby of sorts. He had heard of couples who fought over time spent gaming, but he didn't understand why—maybe it was because he was a guy. If she was playing, he would leave and go find something else to do—eat, or browse the internet, or watch TV in another room, or all of the above and play with the cats. It didn't much matter. Sometimes, he was even content to just sit and watch silently.
And sitting and watching was what he was reduced to on a Monday where neither of them had to go to their respective works, and pyjamas were the preferred choice of clothing.
"Aw shit, I hate this temple," she moaned at the television screen, dramatically flailing her hands and controller with them. With half-lidded eyes he glanced at the screen as well, watching Link enter some kind of icy area.
"Why?" he questioned to humour her. He stretched, arching his back against the wall and humming slightly before returning to his slightly fetal position. He looked up at her face, amused to see how intense her stare was as she tried to navigate some sort of puzzle.
"Stupid block puzzles. I hate them," she told him, thumb hammering on a button vigorously.
"Ahhhh," he replied, a smile on his face while he returned his gaze to the TV. No, he wasn't as into them as she was, but he could appreciate them just as much- if only because she was awful adorable when she played.
Caught on that line of thought, he found himself paying less and less attention to the game, and more to his mind's ramblings. The blonde only hummed to answer her questions or exclamations, in things that sounded like affirmatives or declinations.
And his change in demeanour didn't go unnoticed. Eventually, even the hums grew less common, and were replaced by slight snores and deep exhales.
Pausing her game, Sakura looked over and down at the blonde curled next to her, his head resting just by her side, since she was propped up with pillows while she played. Running a hand through his hair lightly, she smiled—she liked it when he stayed to watch her, even if he did fall asleep. It meant he just wanted to be close, and she just wanted him to be close, too.