"WE DON'T BELIEVE YOU, GOJO!!!"
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At this point, saying Satoru Gojo was famous on the internet was an understatement. With thirteen million followers on Twitch, a YouTube channel full of viral clips, and a legion of fans who followed him everywhere, he was basically a digital celebrity. No one would’ve imagined that the guy with the “just woke up” face and loud laugh would make it this far—least of all, him.
Gojo had started streaming a couple of years ago, at first as a joke. He uploaded short clips playing with his friends, no cam, just a voice that sounded way too confident for someone constantly losing in Valorant. But everything changed the moment he decided to turn on his camera and show his face—then the internet fell at his feet. There was something about him… that mix of shameless charm, zero embarrassment, and a cocky smile that seemed custom-made to break hearts through the screen.
Now, he streamed four times a week, usually at night, starting around 8 p.m. and sometimes staying on past midnight. Mondays were for “chatting with chat,” as he liked to say—sometimes he didn’t even play, just commented on random stuff, reacted to videos, and laughed at the dumbest comments. Wednesdays were shooter days: Valorant, Overwatch 2, sometimes a little Call of Duty. Fridays were for story-driven games like Detroit: Become Human or Until Dawn, where he screamed like it was the end of the world every time a character died. Sundays were pure chaos: games with followers, silly challenges, and an outrageous amount of bits flying across the screen.
His room was part of the charm. The camera always showed the same angle: Gojo in his white gamer chair, wearing black headphones that contrasted with his messy white hair. Behind him, a wall decorated with blue LED lights, shelves packed with Funkos and little figurines, and a giant plushie of a cat with a suspicious face that always made an appearance at some point during the stream. Sometimes he wore sunglasses, just “for the drama.” Other times he showed up with wet hair, like he’d just gotten out of the shower and couldn’t care less. Always in oversized T-shirts or hoodies, most of them printed with memes or ridiculous quotes like “you won because I let you.”
That Monday night, he was in his usual talking stream. Almost 580,000 people were tuned in.
—Hey, hey, wait, wait —Gojo spoke with a lazy smile, leaning back in his chair—. Why are you saying that if I let my hair grow longer I look like a chaotic elf? Respect!
The chat was going a thousand miles an hour, emojis, conspiracy theories about whether he slept more than three hours a day. Affectionate insults, threats of eternal love, greetings from countries he didn’t even remember visiting. All the usual stuff.
Gojo slowly spun his chair from side to side while finishing adjusting his headset. He wore a gray hoodie with a stretched neck, like he had put it on without looking. His hair, messier than ever, fell disorderly over his forehead, and the dark glasses rested on the tip of his nose, letting his eyes peek over with a mischievous smile.
—Okay, let’s see, what do we have today?
@ILoveYouSoWhat: DO YOU SLEEP OR JUST EXIST?
@LoveRamen: I dreamed about you last night and woke up sad
@GojoEndMe: why are you so handsome today? Stop making me suffer
@SayHiOrIExplode: SAY SOMETHING, SENSEI, SAY SOMETHINGGG
—But I haven’t said anything and you’re all already upset! —he laughed, resting his elbows on the desk while reading the chaos on screen—. Weren’t I unbearable? Weren’t you all over it already?
@ShinyHair: yes, but your existence drags us
@MyPaleKing: you’re too close to the camera. My knees are shaking
@GojoFanClub: speaking for everyone when I say I hate you lovingly
—Wow. Strong statements for a Monday —he replied, raising an eyebrow—. I wake up, turn on the stream, gift you this beauty in 4K and all I get are threats and confused love declarations.
@StopThisMan: I can’t take this man anymore
@VirtualKiss: your existence is emotional violence
Gojo burst out laughing and leaned back, letting his chair squeak dramatically.
—See why I don’t stream every day? I need time to emotionally recover from the bullying you all do to me. Where’s the sincere affection? Where’s the pure love?
@BlindLove: I do love you, even if you’re unbearable
@ProfGojo: sincere affection? You only understand chaos
@BiteMeGojo: you give me love and trauma at the same time
—Love and trauma? What a strong phrase to put on a t-shirt! Wait... I’m going to write that down!
He made the dramatic gesture of writing with an invisible pen, as if he really had a notebook at hand.
—“Love and trauma since 199... well, since a few years ago. With love, Satoru.”
@IWantThatShirt: I’ll buy it RIGHT NOW
@AdorableMenace: stop monetizing our mental health
—But you all come to me! I didn’t even go looking for you. I was calm, playing calmly, and suddenly I wake up with thousands of you yelling “hit me or kiss me,” what am I supposed to do with that?!
@LetUsLoveYou: just kiss us all already
@GimmeStreamGimmeLife: we chose you as our favorite trauma
Gojo snapped his fingers, pointing at the screen as if he could really see them.
—Now I understand why my psychologist always seems so exhausted when I see him. He looks at me like “I don’t get paid enough to listen to what you tell me.”
@SatoruSpillIt: that’s because you didn’t tell him you’re a streamer
@SpicyTeaTime: does your psychologist know you’re a streamer?
—Of course. It was his idea, actually. He told me: “Maybe you should channel that need for attention in a healthier way.” And look at me now! Surrounded by thousands of strangers yelling things at me... total emotional healing.
@SawYouFirst: so it was the psychologist’s idea... we love him
@TherapistOfThePeople: thanks for everything, doc
He stayed silent for a moment, watching the number of viewers keep rising. It was already over 670,000 live. He noticed, but didn’t comment on it. He just smiled.
—Hey… can I ask something?
The chat paused for just a second. Just enough for someone to write:
@AskSensei: obviously, whatever you want
—Do you all watch all my streams? Like, every single one? Or is there someone here who just arrived, like, casually?
@CameFromTikTok: you showed up in an edit and now I can’t escape
@FromApexWithLove: I’ve been here since they were killing you in the lobby
@NoviceInLove: I came for a clip and stayed for your face
@NoEscape: I arrived yesterday and already sold my soul
—Ha! I love you guys. Well, not literally. Imagine if I could say that without legal consequences… “Streamer marries 13 million people.” Can you imagine? My big digital wedding. The first kiss would be delayed.
@IWannaBeTheBrideNumberOne: I want to be bride number one!
@LetThemKiss: can you kiss through the stream?
@ToxicMoon: no, but I can kiss the screen anyway
Gojo brought his hand to his chest with a hurt expression.
—You’re killing me. This is no longer bullying: it’s emotional homicide. And you know what’s worst? I like it. I’m an accomplice.
@ToxicButLoyal: we’re your favorite crime
@LaughButConfess: you laugh a lot but don’t say if you have a girlfriend
The comment went by fast. Almost unnoticed. But he read it.
And he didn’t answer immediately.
He just stared at the screen a little longer than usual, with a half frozen, half amused smile. The silence didn’t last even three seconds, but on the internet that’s eternal.
@I_SAW_IT: he saw it… he read it… and stayed silent
@WE_DONT_BELIEVE_YOU: there it is, the silence gave him away
@MAKE_HIM_CONFESS: don’t run away, bald guy with powers
Gojo squinted. Tilted his head. Then chuckled softly.
—See how you are? One thing is to call me handsome, and another to corner me like this is a live trial. What’s next? Bringing a lawyer to the stream?
@ChatAccuses: Satoru Gojo, accused of hiding love information
@WE_DEMAND_PROOF: Do you have a girlfriend or not?
@NOBODY_BELIEVES_YOU: this man is way too happy to be single
Gojo clicked his tongue, spun in his chair, covered his face with one hand, and murmured:
—And so, ladies and ladies… the war has begun.
The silence barely lasted a second. Maybe two. Then, as if someone had pressed a giant red button, the chat exploded into absolute chaos.
@SugarCookie: Don’t tell me you have a girlfriend.
@DonutKarma: What war? What did you do, Satoru?
@TenderRamen: YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?! WHAT WAR?
@GojoTheories: The one who stays silent… has a girlfriend.
@SadEyes: Is what I’m reading real or am I projecting?
Satoru raised both eyebrows as he read the messages flying across the screen. The monitor’s glow reflected in his eyes, now sparkling with pure amusement. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head with a dangerous smile on his lips.
—But what does one thing have to do with the other? —he said in a relaxed tone, though not hiding the laugh escaping from the corner of his mouth—. I was talking about the emotional war unleashed in this stream… who mentioned girlfriends?
@EmoPanda: WHAT WAR? THE EMOTIONAL ONE YOU’RE CAUSING ME?!
@LoggingOff: Gojo, DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?
@SpiritualSandal: CONFIRM OR DENY, NOW.
@FuriousPikachu: don’t evade the question, master
He let out a full laugh, with that laugh of his that seemed contagious even if you had no idea what was going on. He turned his chair a bit, moving closer to the microphone, as if he really had something important to confess.
—What if I do? —he asked boldly, raising an eyebrow—. What if I do have one?
@DestroyedFan: I don’t know how to deal with this
@RealSandal: Don’t make me throw the sandal, Gojo
@ShockedRabbit: Are you telling me I was THE OTHER without knowing?
He rubbed the back of his neck with a half guilty, half delighted smile. Like he was enjoying every second of this collective reaction.
—Come on, it’s not that big a deal. —He shrugged with a dramatic sigh—. I just said “what if I do?” I haven’t confirmed anything, technically.
@Conspiracy3000: That’s what someone WHO HAS a girlfriend would say
@DramaQueen: the one who doubts, HAS
@DisappointedCake: I’m listening to Taylor Swift while reading this
@NotNormal: You said it. You sold yourself out, Gojo
Satoru rested his elbows on the table, intertwined his fingers, and rested his chin on his hands. He looked at the screen as if the whole world was judging him in an interrogation room. His lips formed a sly, almost tender smile, but in his gaze there was a spark of mischief no one was going to put out.
—Since when is having a partner a federal crime? —he murmured, in a mock victim tone—. I literally just said “what if I do,” and now they want to exile me.
@NoPeaceSinceToday: I just wanted to watch you play. Now I’m in therapy.
@BackgroundNetflix: This is better than any series
@NotAJoke: Say it. Just say it. Do you have a girlfriend or not?
And that’s when he decided.
He closed his eyes for a second, took a breath, and then leaned even closer to the mic, as if about to tell the biggest secret of his life. He spoke with a soft, sincere voice… but without losing the humor.
He dropped it with such dangerous calm it seemed scripted. Then shrugged, as if he hadn’t just destroyed thousands of hearts with a single word.
—Yes, I have a girlfriend. For six years.
The chat froze for a fraction of a second before going into spontaneous combustion.
@AreYouKiddingMe: error 404
@IAlreadyLeft: Nope. It can’t be. It’s not real.
@BrokenFantasy: SIX? SIX YEARS? SIX YEARS.
@MomI’mCrying: don’t talk to me, I’m mourning
@MySoulHurts: I felt like running in the rain
— I know, I know — he said, raising his hands in a pacifying gesture that didn’t help at all —. It all happened very fast… six years ago. I met her, I fell in love, and since then, here we are. And it’s not like I wanted to hide her, okay? It’s just that… you all are intense. Look at you right now.
He laughed alone seeing how fast the chat was moving. The chaos. The suffering. And yet, there was affection behind it all. That was the price of being loved by so many people: even good news hurt.
— She lives with me, puts up with me, makes me laugh… and she cooks better than anyone. I adore her. A lot. And no, I didn’t make her up. This is not a marketing plan or a strategy for a movie. It’s real.
@CollectivePanic: I’m dizzy.
@CollectivePanic: I’m sweating.
@CollectivePanic: I fell off the couch.
@ShockedCat: What do you mean SHE LIVES WITH YOU?
@BrokenHeart: I lost the light in my eyes
@I’mLeaving: This is my last stream, it was an honor
— What did you expect? That I would live alone and eat instant ramen my whole life?
He put a hand on his chest as if he really felt hurt.
— You don’t believe me! Do you really not believe me? After everything we’ve shared?
@DoubleStandard: I can’t be happy for you if I’m not the one
@IDon’tBelieveYouGojo: LIAR. I DON’T BELIEVE YOU.
@That’sFake: Gojo, you don’t know what true love is
@HaterButLoyal: This is a phase. Tomorrow he’ll deny it.
He laughed, the kind of laugh he only let out when everything seemed like an eternal joke.
— Want an official announcement? A blood-signed document? A romantic stream by candlelight?
@GiveItToMeNOW: Let her come. Let her confirm it. NOW!
@DeluxeBetrayal: Proof, Satoru. We want proof.
He leaned back, settling into that expression like he had everything under control. Like he’d been waiting all night for this moment.
— No, not yet — he said, winking —. You haven’t begged me enough.
@FuriousAndUnited: WE BEG ON OUR KNEES, DADDY
@FuryKiss: LET US MEET THE QUEEN
@ShockedHeart: I don’t know whether to cry or applaud
— That’s why I never tell you anything — he murmured, shaking his head with a charming smile —. They literally put me on trial the moment I open my mouth. This is an emotional court with no neutral jury.
@YouAskedForIt: Guilty. No way out.
@InnocenceIsOver: This is my last stream
— Well, now you know. I have a girlfriend. Six years. It’s real. She’s beautiful. She’s mine. And I’m not going to show her. Not yet. — He leaned toward the camera, winking cheekily —. And the best part is… this is just the beginning.
The chat kept roaring like an endless storm. Hearts were broken, fingers typed as if trying to pierce through the screen, and Satoru… he simply enjoyed it. You could tell. That playful sparkle in his eyes was like a mischievous child nobody could stop.
@DetectiveFan: OK. LET’S START THE INVESTIGATION
@BestFriendWhoDoesn’tSuspect: IS SHE BLONDE?
@BetrayedButLoyal: GOJO, IS SHE PRETTY?
@EyesLikeTheSky: tell me if she has light eyes or I’ll die
Satoru let out a mischievous giggle and tilted his head, resting his cheek against the back of his hand while watching the messages flood the screen.
—Hmm… —he made a thoughtful sound, as if truly evaluating something important—. Want to know about her?
@NowRightNow: TELL US EVERYTHING
@ConfessNow: GOJO, I BEG YOU
He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, pretending to be indecisive.
—Okay. But let’s play. If you guess her hair color… I’ll say something about her. Only one thing per correct guess, okay?
@SilverLikeYou: SILVER LIKE YOURS
@SurelyBlonde: She’s blonde, my soul tells me
@FantasticRainbow: She’s bald
Satoru watched each message pass with a raised eyebrow, as if silently judging. He smiled with clenched teeth and shook his head.
—No, no, no. Everyone is pretty far off… Although that one from “@FantasticRainbow” made me laugh —he shrugged—. Anything else? Anyone else want to try?
@IneverFail: DARK REDHEAD
@MyIdealMotherInLaw: BLACK WITH BLUE HIGHLIGHTS
@DetectiveChestnut: BROWN
And there, he said it. He heard it. Well, he read it. He paused. His eyes opened a little wider, that subtle way he has only when caught. A laugh escaped him before he could control it, soft and playful.
—Aha… —he whispered to the microphone—. We have a winner.
@NOOOO: WHAT? WHO? WHICH ONE WAS IT?
@REPEATIT: I DIDN’T SEE! I DIDN’T SEE!
@STOPEVERYTHING: SOMEONE GOT IT RIGHT!
Satoru let out a louder laugh, dropped his head back for a second, then looked directly at the camera again.
@IMDEAD: I’M SAYING GOODBYE TO THE WORLD
@IWANTTHATINFO: TELL THE TRUTH, YOU PROMISED
@GOSSIPWITHPRIZE: GOJO, SPILL IT
Satoru rested his elbows on the desk, laced his fingers, and looked at the camera with a smile that melts hearts.
—Okay. One truth about her… Every time I get sick, doesn’t matter if it’s a silly cold, or I just sneeze three times a day… she makes me soup. A special one. It has ginger, onion, carrot, sometimes rice. And she knows exactly how long to boil it to heal me. It never fails. Never.
@SOULHEALER: I want to die of love
@IWANTTHATSOUPE: Do you have the recipe?
@SHE’SMYIDOLNOW: MAKE HER A SAINT!
—Another round, want it? —he said in a lower, playful voice, as if he knew the chat had no escape—. What if now you guess… her eye color?
@BlackLikeMyShadow: BLACK
@RedLikeMyEnvy: I DON’T KNOW BUT I WANT THEM TO BE RED
@Violet: VIOLET, obviously
Another pause. A slow smile formed on Satoru’s lips, who barely bit his lower lip.
—Look at that! Again… someone got it right.
—Brown. —The word came out soft, with sincere affection—. A brown that changes with the light. Sometimes it looks like honey, sometimes like wet earth. They’re… pretty —he admitted quietly, lowering his gaze only a second before regaining composure—. Another truth, then.
He stretched in his chair, as if thinking a bit.
—She doesn’t let me leave without breakfast. Never. And when I try, she crosses her arms at the door and won’t let me pass. She says, “You won’t last five minutes like that.” And she’s right. Always right.
@I'MCHILLING: HOW DO I BECOME HER?
@IWANTTOBEBREAKFAST: I DON'T EVEN CARE THAT MUCH ABOUT MYSELF
@MARRIAGEIN4MONTHS: I MARRY THEM
And suddenly, BOOM! The screen exploded with violet lights and digital fireworks.
@IDONTBELIEVEYOU just dropped the bomb:
💥 20,000 bits 💥
The message came with pure venom:
@IDONTBELIEVEYOU: I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. I. DO. NOT. BELIEVE. YOU.
I won't believe it until she comes and says it with her VOICE.
WE WANT TO HEAR HER! CALL HER NOW, GOJO!
The chat collapsed as if someone had kicked a beehive.
@THISISASECT: THIS GOT SERIOUS
@BIGDONATION: YOU DON'T PLAY WITH 20K BITS
@MYSOULSCREAMED: THE VOICE! THE VOICE!
Satoru opened his eyes as if he'd been challenged to the world gossip finals. He leaned back in his chair, making a face like "Are you seriously doing this to me?"... then he smiled.
— Well, well... — he said, looking at the camera like he was talking to an accomplice.
Someone wants audio proof.
@CALLCALLNOW: I'M NERVOUS AND I'M NOT EVEN HER
@WEARECRAZY: WHAT IF HE ANSWERS SWEETLY?
@IWILLDIEHAPPY: WHAT IF HE SAYS "LOVE"?
Satoru was already pulling out his phone. With one hand he unlocked it, swiped to your contacts, and there was your name, with a bow emoji and a pink heart.
He typed. He called. Speakerphone.
— If you don't answer... they're going to burn me alive — he murmured, amused.
A couple of rings, and then:
— Hi? — your voice, unprepared, so natural, so you.
Satoru straightened up a bit, a smile already fixed and a mischievous look.
— At Zara — you said, unaware you were being listened to by thousands of lost souls.
I'm between two dresses, one makes my legs look beautiful, the other is very short. What are you doing?
Satoru looked straight at the camera. He didn’t explain anything. He just said with a calm smile:
— Nothing. I just wanted to hear you — he replied, with that low, honeyed voice reserved only for you.
And that’s when hell broke loose.
@NOOOOOOOOOOO: HE SAID LOVE LIVE ON AIR!
@IGOTOUTOFTHISWORLD: THAT VOICE. THAT VOICE. THAT VOICE.
@INEEDAIR: SHE'S AT ZARA AND HE CALLS HER. WHY IS THIS SO REAL?
@ICRYFORTHEM: SHE SAID “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” AND HE ANSWERED “NOTHING.” THEY’RE DESTROYING ME
@20KBITSWELLSPENT: IT WAS WORTH EVERY BIT. EVERY SINGLE ONE.
@SHOPPINGQUEEN: SHE’S SHOPPING AND HE CALLS TO HEAR HER VOICE? SHUT UP, I’M CRYING IN PUBLIC!
@IMBREAKING: WHO SAYS “I JUST WANTED TO HEAR YOU”? WHO DOES THAT AND SURVIVES?
@HAPPYLIVES: THAT’S IT. THIS IS A DRAMA. THIS IS NOT REAL.
@LOVEONLOUDSPEAKER: I NEED TO BE LOVED LIKE THIS. HOW DO YOU DO IT?
@THISISNOTADRILL: GOJO, STOP. YOU’RE GOING TO KILL HALF THE FANDOM
@OFFICIALLYDECLARE: HER VOICE IS SOFT. HE LISTENS LIKE IT’S A PRIVILEGE
— Are you busy? — you asked, not knowing your voice had just been archived by thousands of people in their brains and hearts forever.
— For you, never — he said with a little smile, resting his elbow on the table like this was an intimate video call... and not a stream watched by over a hundred thousand people.
@IMDEAD: HE SAID “FOR YOU, NEVER.” FOR YOU, NEVER!!!!!
@BREATHEFORGOD: LIVE FLIRTING. PUBLIC FLIRTING. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
@HEROESOFMYHEART: I THOUGHT I WAS IN GOJO’S STREAM, NOT IN A LOVE STORY
— I’m just... at Zara. I saw something I thought you’d like — you kept saying, while the world melted in real time.
— A white shirt, one of those you like.
@SHEKNOWSWHATSHELIKES: SHE KNOWS WHAT SHIRTS HE LIKES!!!
@STOPEVERYTHING: WHO AUTHORIZED HER TO BE THIS PERFECT?
@GOJOSWIFECONFIRMED: NO DOUBT LEFT. THIS WOMAN EXISTS AND HAS HIM IN LOVE
— Send me a photo — he said, completely shameless, ignoring that the entire world was listening to every word with teary eyes.
— Okay, but don’t ignore me, okay? — you whispered sweetly.
— Never — and the monitor in front of him reflected for a second that silly, in-love smile.
@IMSOFEDUP: ENOUGH!!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE
@LOVEEXISTS: IF THEY EXIST, LOVE DOES TOO
@BREATHETOGETHER: SERIOUSLY, STOP. I’M CRYING IN THE WORK BATHROOM
— Did you buy anything yet or are you still doubting as always? — he joked, leaning further back in the chair.
— I’m looking... there’s a pretty dress too, but I don’t know which of the three to pick — you answered with a little laugh.
— Everything you wear looks spectacular. Literally. Everything — he replied without thinking twice.
@IMSCREAMING: HOW CAN I GET SOMETHING LIKE THAT?
@BREATHEWITHME: I’M. H-Y-P-E-R-V-E-N-T-I-L-A-T-I-N-G.
@EVERYTHINGCONFIRMED: THEY CALL, THEY FLIRT, THEY KNOW EACH OTHER’S CLOTHES… THEY’RE MARRIED, END
— How dramatic — you replied, though he could already imagine your smile, and that was enough for him.
@StopThis: THE TONE. THE TONE. HOW DO YOU TALK TO SOMEONE LIKE THAT AND STILL BE ALIVE?
@NowEverythingMakesSense: THAT’S WHY THEY CURE WITH YOUR SOUP. BECAUSE YOU TALK LIKE THAT
— Do you want me to buy you something? — you asked, switching to sweet mode like nothing happened.
— Yes. But only if you send me a photo of you trying it on.
@ImBurningUp: OH PLEASE! HOW EMBARRASSING, GOJO!
@I’mShaking: THIS IS PRIVATE NOW. WE’RE IN HIS LIVING ROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION
@GojoNoFilter: HE’S ON STREAM, HE FORGOT!
— Satoru… — your voice sounded between amused and exasperated — Now that I remember, weren’t you doing something?
There was a brief silence.
Then he burst out laughing.
— Ah, right — he said between laughs — I was on stream.
@NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO: THEY TOLD HIM!!! SHE DIDN’T KNOW!!!!
@DeadlyGojo: SATORU!!! YOU CALLED HER LIVE AND SHE DIDN’T KNOW???
@That’sWhyIt’sReal: IT’S SO REAL SHE DIDN’T EVEN REMEMBER SHE HAD AN AUDIENCE
@100KWitnesses: WE WERE HERE. WITNESSES TO THIS ROMANTIC MOVIE
— WHAT? YOU’RE ON STREAM!? — you asked, stopping dead.
— Yup — he answered, totally shameless — Six hundred eighty thousand people just fell in love with you, just so you know.
@Confirmed: OFFICIAL. WE ALL FELL IN LOVE
@SheOwnsEverything: THE VOICE. THE WAY HE TALKS TO HER. THE SWEETNESS. IT SWEPT ME AWAY
@NowWeGetHer: AND WE WERE CRITICIZING. YOU DESERVE GOJO, QUEEN
— Oh, Satoru… how embarrassing. — Your voice was soft, nervous, but sweet.
— Embarrassed? Everyone’s dead in love with you. They just asked me to propose to you live.
@IAlreadySaidIt: CONFIRMED, HE PROPOSES ON THE NEXT STREAM
@SatoruAndHer: I’M NOT INTERESTED IN ANY OTHER COUPLE NOW
— Hang up already, dummy — you whispered laughing, and he nodded with a soft smile.
— See you at home, love. I love you.
For a moment, he said nothing. He just stared at the screen with a silly smile on his lips, while the chat kept exploding.
@ThatWasTooMuch: I’M GOING TO LAY DOWN ON THE FLOOR
@StreamOfTheDecade: THIS STREAM SHOULD WIN AN AWARD
@GonnaMuteMyself: I NEED TO PROCESS ALL THIS
— Well… — Satoru finally broke the silence with a mischievous tone — I think that was enough emotional trauma for today, right?
@INeedMore: NO, DON’T CLOSE. MORE, MORE, MORE
@NoHealingYet: WE NEED GROUP THERAPY RIGHT NOW
— See you on the next stream, chat. I don’t know if we’ll get over this… but we’ll try.
And with one last smile, he ended the broadcast.
Black screen. Chat crashing. Hearts exploding.
And somewhere in the world, you smiled unaware you had left half the planet in love with you.
