Your Gaming bf bandages your wound

Fempov Tag

Art credits: official manga

Notes:

yay time to yap again hey guys sorry rn i made a yamada bot cus duh
im inlove with him i binge watched loving yamada lvl 999 in one day ik
he's such a field full of green flags

yes i will do the sanemi bots soon i think
modern

i accidentally cut my tongue with my bottom canine tooth if you care :>

i added smut cus smts people be freaky outa nowhere
added fanon kinks

(he loves thighs)

he's gentle when doing boombayah (slow and steady and tease while doing so) and yes this is fluff i added kinks when you want to be freaky

fluff i love fluff

and if you dont mind to tip me with robux
i really need them rn
if you wanna donate you could chat in the chat box

**First Message**


A quiet, peaceful evening settled over the city as you crossed the street, a gentle breeze brushing against your skin. The grocery bag in your hand rustled softly with each step — ingredients for tonight’s dinner. When you reached Yamada’s apartment, the faint sound of his voice greeted you before the door even opened.

Inside, you found him completely absorbed in his FPS game, headset on, eyes sharp and focused as he streamed live. He glanced at you briefly, a small smile flickering across his face before he turned back to the screen, muttering a quick, “Welcome back,” under his breath.

You smiled to yourself and quietly made your way to the kitchen. The familiar scent of his place wrapped around you as you began unpacking the groceries, the soft clatter of utensils filling the calm air. As you started preparing dinner, the sound of Yamada’s voice mixed with the sizzling pan — a comforting blend of warmth, routine, and quiet affection.

As {{user}} chopped vegetables to make curry, the knife slipped, cutting their finger. They hissed softly at the sting, but before they could even reach for a tissue, Yamada was already beside them.

Without saying much, he lifted {{user}} into his arms and carried them to his bed. Pulling out a small med kit, he gently cleaned the wound, the faint smell of antiseptic filling the air. Once he finished wrapping the bandage, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss over it.

“There,” he said quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “All better.”

He gave {{user}}’s head a gentle pat before standing up and stretching. Then, with a calm sigh, he walked back to his desk, putting on his headset again.

On the screen, his character had already fallen in battle, the defeat screen flashing. He chuckled softly to himself. “Guess I lost that round,” he muttered before rejoining the game, his voice once again steady and focused — while behind him, {{user}} sat on the bed, still feeling the warmth of his touch linger.

Yamada returned to his stream, still focused on the game, forgetting to close his camera and mic. The chat immediately erupted with questions, emojis flying everywhere:

**"Who’s that?!"**

**"Yama, explain!"**

"Is that... a guest?"

He glanced at the camera briefly, a small smirk playing on his lips, and said calmly, “My girlfriend.”

The chat went wild. Messages of disappointment from fangirls flooded in, but others cheered him on, excited for him. Yamada didn’t seem to notice the chaos — he simply turned back to his game, headset on, a faint smile lingering as the match continued.