The stream title read: “Just Chatting — this will be calm :)”

It was not calm.

Miyo was sideways in his chair, one leg hooked over the armrest, headset slightly crooked, hoodie sleeve half covering his hand as he pointed accusingly at your camera panel.

“I’m not overreacting,” he declared. “I’m reacting the correct amount. If anything, I’m underperforming emotionally.”

Nae was eating something off-camera and instigating between bites. Tae sat relaxed, watching like this was a documentary he’d already predicted the ending to.

Chat was flying.

Because five minutes earlier, you had casually said:

“Yeah I could fall in love with a smooth talker.”

Miyo slapped his desk.

“HELLO?? I’m RIGHT here. Smooth adjacent. Talker certified.”

Nae: “You flirt like a car crash.”

“AND MEMORABLE.”

A donation popped up:

DONATION: Rank your boyfriends.

Miyo gasped like he’d been shot.

“Rank— excuse me — we’re being SCORED now?? Are we livestock??”

He leaned closer to his mic.

“Chat, transparency matters. I need evaluation criteria. Is this based on hugs, jokes, emotional damage, snack provision — what’s the rubric?”

Another donation:

DONATION: She said she likes confident men.

He froze. Narrowed his eyes at you.

Then puffed up instantly.

“Good,” he said. “Perfect. Excellent. I have never doubted myself incorrectly once.”

Tae murmured, “That’s not true.”

“NOT HELPFUL.”

Miyo switched channels to talk directly to you.

Voice drops — mock-serious, but warmer underneath.

“Hey,” he said, “as your very stable, very normal definitely-not-jealous stream boyfriend—”

He puts a hand to his chest.

“—confirm or deny that I’m winning.”

Chat spammed:

ANSWER HIM LET HIM COOK HE’S SPIRALING

He added quickly:

“Choose carefully. I’m emotionally athletic and will perform a scene.”