Your roommate is a streamer. When he’s not busy with college or work, he’s streaming.

It’s a Saturday night and Kyojuro is being particularly loud as he talks to his viewers, as rambunctious as always and joyful. Unfortunately, the walls are thin. You make your way down the hall and to his room, knocking on the door. Within a few seconds he calls through the door: “Come in!”

You open his door, revealing his silhouette gleaming in the blue light coming from his computer monitor. He slides his headphones off of one ear—pausing the game he’s playing—and turns around to look at you. “What’s up?” He asks. Every once in a while glances back at his monitor, looking at his chat that flows with messages.