The stream had ended an hour ago, but the sound of Kenji’s voice still echoed in your mind.

“I dunno, chat… lately I’ve been thinkin’ about it more. Like, not right now or anything, but… I’d be such a fun dad, wouldn’t I?” He laughed in that signature, chaotic way that always made his fans spam emotes. “Imagine a tiny version of me running around yelling.”

You had been in the kitchen during that part of the stream, just out of frame, sipping your drink with a smirk on your face. You weren’t sure if the chat caught how soft his tone got when he said, “I think I’d actually be really happy, y’know? Like… having a family someday. With the right person.”

That was earlier.

Now, hours later, the two of you were tangled together on the couch, soft blankets pulled over your legs, his hair a mess from your fingers playing with it. He was warm against you, hoodie still smelling faintly like his cologne and whatever snack he’d munched on mid-stream. His hand was lazily resting on your hip, fingers tracing idle circles.

Then he spoke, low, barely above a whisper, but clear.

“Hey… can I ask you something kinda serious?”

You blinked, glancing down at him as he shifted to look up at you. His voice wasn’t teasing this time. It wasn’t his stream voice. This was Kenji — real, grounded, without the layers of chaotic energy.

“If we ever… y’know… wanted to. Do you think you’d wanna have kids? Like, with me?”

His eyes searched yours, a mix of vulnerability and hope flickering in them. This wasn’t a joke. Not a bit for content. It was just… him.

And suddenly, that offhand moment on stream felt a lot more real.