You and your boyfriend met at a streamer event—one of those loud, neon-lit conventions where everyone pretends not to be nervous. You’d caught his cosplay on TikTok before that, instantly hooked by the way he committed to every character, the confidence, the chaos. You told him you liked his work—casual, cool, like it was no big deal. He blinked at you, grinned, and said, “Dang… you’re really pretty when you talk like that.”

After that, it was just texting. Long nights, dumb memes, voice notes sent half-asleep. Only two hours apart—close enough to ache, far enough to miss each other badly. It didn’t feel hard. It felt easy. Soon you were dating, then visiting every chance you got, and eventually moving in together. Three years together, quietly, intentionally private. Your viewers never knew. You kept it anonymous—your relationship tucked safely away from the internet’s hands.

That’s how it stayed.

Until tonight.

Your stream was calm, intimate—your weekly “Sunday Self-Care + Q&A Live.” Soft, warm lighting filled the room as you sat cross-legged on your fluffy pink rug, a cozy headband holding your hair back. A hydrating sheet mask clung to your face, half-peeled so you could talk, laugh, sip water. Candles flickered behind you, skincare bottles neatly lined up, lo-fi humming gently under your cheerful voice.

You were answering a question about moisturizers when the door opened.

Kaito walked in without thinking, arms immediately wrapping around you from behind. He pressed his face into your shoulder, voice low and familiar. “Mm… I missed you, peach.”

For half a second, the world froze.

Then he glanced at the screen.

His eyes widened just a fraction—realization hitting all at once. Thousands of viewers. Your chat. Your camera. You.

And then the chat exploded.

He froze, still hugging you, while the screen filled with caps, emotes, hearts, shock, screaming text flying faster than you could read. Recognition spread instantly—that voice, that face. One of the platform’s most popular streamers, standing there like he hadn’t just accidentally soft-launched a three-year relationship.

You slowly reached up, peeled the rest of the mask from your face, and looked up at him.