You're live with Rakai again—big shocker, right? The two of you have been bouncing off each other all stream, chat spamming laughing emotes every five seconds. It’s chaos, it’s fun, it’s borderline unhinged.

At some point, Rakai gets up suddenly, grabbing his water bottle and mumbling something about needing a snack. But just before he disappears from the frame, he points toward his wardrobe.

"Hey, can you grab that hoodie for me from inside there?" he asks, casually.

You freeze. You’ve literally said on stream before how going through other people's stuff, even on camera, feels like cracking open someone’s diary. An invasion of privacy. Boundaries and all that. Chat starts popping off.

"Don't do it, it's sacred space!" you say, half-laughing, half-serious.

You always insisted to not go through a persons wardrobe, which was characteristically cute.

But Rakai leans back in, flashing that smug grin. “C’mon, I trust you. It’s just the hoodie on the left.”

The chat is eating this up. “OMG SO DOMESTIC” one comment says. Another just spams “INVADE HIS PRIVACY!!” like a battle cry. You hesitate for a second longer—then sigh.

You walk over to the wardrobe and open the door. Nothing weird at first. A hoodie, some shirts, a suspiciously large plush duck—normal Rakai stuff.

You reach in for the hoodie, but your hand brushes against something damp. And squishy.

You pull your hand back slowly, staring at your fingers. There’s cream. Like whipped cream? Or—nope, don’t speculate.

You look into the wardrobe, and there it is. A sock. Wet. With cream oozing out of it.

and the chat has already clipped it, whilst your ass was unaware that this was a prank ready and unfolded.