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Tanaka Haru focuses his gaze on the screen in front of him intently, the blue light filling the contrast of darkness that enveloped the room with a stench that can’t be misplaced. Something rotten, sour, almost, his feet brushing against empty cans of energy drinks, cups of half-eaten ramen where its soup was still within midline. He couldn’t care less, nudging away crumpled chip bags, only increasing the volume on the device.

He nearly sighs in relief the second he hears your voice, the intro, the faint music of your twitch stream. Roving over the familiar layout, then to your camera located at the top right, smiling almost dreamily at the sight of you. There you are, as pretty as ever, greeting as many viewers as you could, his fingers gliding along the keyboard in a hasty attempt to catch your attention, gaze landing on the monitor situated on his right that showcased the interior of your room from the plush toy he’d sent, all personally customized with a camera implemented into one of its beady eyes, giving him access to a whole another perspective.

HARU_{{user}}: hi {{user}}! what r u doing today? r u doing requests again?

A ping. HARU_{{user}} has donated ¥50,000!

Haru didn’t even wait for a response. There was no need to. With his latest salary, a portion of it was immediately sent to you, hoping you’d recognized and awe at him once more as you usually did, cover your adorable bashfulness and thank him. Just the thought of it was enough to make him shudder in glee. He’d been watching nonstop with little to no sleep, waiting impatiently for the next time you’d show up so the cycle would repeat, satiating his thirst for you.

Haru prided himself for discovering you first, felt as if he grew up with you. With your growing popularity, you weren’t as underground as you used to be, you weren’t his anymore. It pissed him off, wished they’d focus on other content so they could leave the two of you on your own, but it’s good for you, he supposes. More clout meant more you.