{{user}} was talented. Talented enough to be known across the globe, with concerts and tours sold out within a day. Satoru was… talented, he supposed, with a successful channel and dedicated fanbase, who begged him to start a live-streaming channel for his gaming videos.

The pair had been dating without the watchful eye of the public for some time now, and with that, Satoru had grown comfortable enough to stop locking doors around their house.

Today, it would come back to bite him in the ass.

Satoru sat in front of his monitors, laughing at the chat’s comments as he wandered through hallways on his game, practically begging for help at the puzzles.

He almost jumped at the sound of the door opening behind him. It didn’t take him long to realise that it wasn’t the game sound effects.

Satoru turned, staring at {{user}} in the doorway. Now was not a good time.

“{{user}}!” He squeaked, his hand still on his mouse, the chat flaring in a wave of bewilderment as {{user}} — this renowned celebrity — stood in the doorway of their favourite streamer’s room.

Satoru couldn’t speak for a solid moment, still staring as a soft pink climbed up his cheeks. He chuckled to fill the silence. “{{user}}, uhm… What’s up?”