Summary - Megumi Fushiguro accidentally lets the internet discover he has a partner after one forgotten mug of tea. What should've been a thirty-eight second interaction quickly turns into chat's favourite conspiracy, and now every stream comes with one question:
w.c: 2.4k+ (sorriiiyy guys)
fluff | streamer AU | established relationship | cookies yum | this is part 2!!
The internet had become... weird.
Not in a bad way, well... Maybe just a little. Ever since Megumi's accidental "your tea" incident, his viewers had seemingly made it their life's mission to prove one thing, that You existed.
It didn't matter that Megumi had never officially confirmed anything, he never addressed the clip, never made a statement, never uploaded some dramatic "Q&A" explaining himself…Nothing.
His chat had collectively decided there was now an invisible third member of every stream., if you haven’t guessed it’s you. Every evening, without fail, the messages started before Megumi had even finished loading into his first match.
:: "WHERE'S OUR FAVOURITE OFF-CAMERA PERSON?"
Megumi scrolled through chat for all of three seconds before sighing.
That was the only greeting they received, naturally...
Living with a streamer was surprisingly normal.
Despite what people online imagined, there weren't bright studio lights throughout the apartment or dramatic gaming montages every five minutes. Most evenings looked exactly the same;
Sometimes you'd read on the couch, sometimes you'd work— sometimes you'd simply exist in the same apartment while occasionally reminding him to take a break.
It was quiet, comfortable really.
Exactly how the two of you liked it, the only difference now...
Was that thousands of strangers seemed strangely invested in your existence. For instance, you'd walk past his office and hear him quietly talking to chat. Then you'd hear the notification sound from donations.
"...They're asking about me again?" you asked one evening, leaning against the doorway.
Megumi didn't even have to look.
"...That's kind of silly.” You giggle at the thought of your boyfriend dealing with thousands of comments about you.
"...Do you tell them anything?"
That conversation lasted less than thirty seconds.
Unfortunately for both of you…
His microphone had picked up every single word.
:: "SHE CALLED US SILLY OMG.”
:: "SHE'S SO REAL FOR THAT."
:: "I'D SAY WE'RE INVESTED."
Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose.
Nobody focused on the game.
Things somehow became worse.
It started with Yuji… Ohhh dear.
"What is up everybody!" Yuji announced the second he joined the voice call.
Megumi muttered a quiet greeting before continuing his match.
For roughly... Three minutes.
Megumi already knew what he was going to say.
"So how's—" Yuji says while grinning before getting interrupted.. Rude!
Yuji grinned so widely his webcam nearly shook.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed into his microphone, kinda thinking the sound barrier broke.. ouch!!!
"I literally asked how she was!"
"...I regret inviting you." He mumbled mostly to himself.
Chat moved so quickly the messages became unreadable.
:: "HE CONFIRMED SHE'S ALIVE."
:: “Yuji you’ve been promoted.”
:: "SHE'S FINE, EVERYBODY."
Yuji laughed so hard he had to mute himself.
After that... It somehow became tradition, every stream— without fail. Someone would ask about "Sweets." Megumi never answered.
One rainy evening, you'd been baking cookies while he streamed. The apartment smelled overwhelmingly like vanilla… You’re starting to wonder how Megumi wasn’t complaining? You'd just pulled the tray out of the oven when you remembered...
Megumi hadn't eaten since lunch.
Of course he hadn’t, Megumi would rather spend hours ensuring that others were okay rather than himself.
Balancing the plate carefully, you nudged his office door open with your shoulder.
He looked over immediately, smiling immediately.
You quietly set the plate beside his keyboard.
"No problemo!!” You giggle.
"Oh yeah—and don't touch them yet."
You smiled to yourself before disappearing back into the kitchen.
Megumi looked back at his monitor.
The chat had stopped. Not slowed down.
It became complete chaos.
:: "SHE MADE HIM COOKIES."
:: "SHE REMEMBERS WHEN HE HASN'T EATEN."
:: “I’m so fucking jealous WOW.”
Megumi stared blankly at the messages.
"...She just made cookies."
That only made things worse.
Later that night, after stream had ended, Megumi wandered into the kitchen.
You looked up from washing dishes.
"...Chat likes your cookies."
"They haven't even eaten them."
"I think your viewers have really active imaginations."
Megumi reached beside you.
Picked up one of the cookies.
You couldn't help smiling.
You laughed, shaking your head.
"You know, for someone who barely talks..."
"...You somehow say exactly enough."
"...You're talking enough for both of us." He says rarely above a whisper.
His streaming setup sat dark and silent.
The apartment belonged only to the two of you.
Just a quiet evening together.
Notes : Hey sweets! (Hahaha laugh) So sorry for taking a while to post a long awaited part 2, if you haven't... Read part one here . Thank you all so much for the support on this new series, I haven't did anything like this and I'm so happy with the progress it's going at currently. I hope you enjoy reading this part and I promise part 3 won't like long to come!! ( I just gotta proof-read hehe )
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