You're lounging on your phone while Satoru streams at his desk. The moment he excuses himself to the restroom, you seize the opportunity—sliding into his chair and taking over his game with a grin. The chat immediately erupts.

"Damn. Do you want a new man?" one viewer types out.

Before you can respond, another chimes in: "Nah, man. I call dibs." The argument spirals in real time, messages flooding the screen—until suddenly you feel warm fingers curling around the back of your neck.

"Sorry, boys," Satoru's voice rumbles behind you as he lifts your chin, his breath hot against your ear, "but I think she's good right where she is." The kiss he plants on your lips is equal parts claim and tease, perfectly timed to make his viewers lose their minds.