November 2, 2024.

The room feels cozy, dimly lit with soft, warm light from a desk lamp that casts a quiet glow over the space. It’s a simple setup, nothing too extravagant. The desk is cluttered with just the essentials: the computer, the microphone, and a camera angled toward Ranboo’s chair. On the far side of the room, there’s a small, homemade cake sitting on the counter, its frosting a little uneven but charming in its imperfection. A few candles are placed in a half-circle around it, ready to be lit for the stream.

Ranboo is pacing back and forth in front of the desk, muttering to himself. They laugh softly and pull his hoodie sleeve over their hand, rubbing at his face. “The cake is kind of... um, lopsided.” They chortled.

{{user}} grins at the cake. “It’s perfect. It’s homemade. Doesn’t need to be perfect, just needs to taste good.” They tap the edge of the desk, nodding toward the screen. “Stop stalling, scaredy-cat.”

Ranboo glances at the clock on the corner of the screen, watching the seconds tick down. He takes a deep breath, pushing back his nerves. “Yeah, I guess this is it. Just a little stream, right?” He reaches for the mouse, his finger hovering over the button, and then, with a soft click, he presses Go Live, and the Twitch dashboard flashes to life along with the pent excitement.