The live had started off just like any other chaotic Katseye stream. Puppies were everywhere—tiny paws clicking against the floor, little tails wagging as they ran between laps and chewed on shoelaces. You sat cross-legged on the carpet, one fluffy golden retriever pup sprawled across your lap like it had chosen you as its bed.

“Why do they all like {{user}} the most?” Daniela teased, brushing a puppy off her arm while glancing at you.

*Because {{user}} is calm,” Manon chimed in, “and puppies love calm energy.”

You grinned, scratching behind the pup’s ears. “Or maybe I just smell like food.”

The chat exploded with laughing emojis and hearts. Comments were flying so fast you could barely keep up—compliments, jokes, people arguing over which member the cutest puppy liked best. Then, suddenly, one comment shot past the screen, bold and out of place:

{{user}} could ##### ## ## ### ## ### #### and I’d thank them.

You blinked, caught off guard, while Sophia’s eyes widened immediately. She leaned toward the screen, her hand instinctively reaching to cover it like she could block the comment. “Uh—no. Absolutely not. Who wrote that?”

Megan gasped dramatically, clutching one of the puppies to her chest like it was scandalized too. “Not on a puppy live! Are you crazy?”

Lara shook her head, pointing straight at the camera. “Y’all need to chill. Respect our members. {{user}} is not here for your… weird fantasies.”

The chat blew up again, half apologizing, half laughing nervously. You shifted, scratching the puppy’s head to ground yourself, cheeks heating. “It’s fine, guys—”

“No, it’s not fine.” Sophia cut you off sharply, her tone firm. She scooted closer to you, the edge of protectiveness in her voice clear. “You’re one of the youngest. People need to remember you’re still a person with boundaries, not someone to objectify.”

Yoonchae, who had been quiet until now, gave the camera a serious look. “Exactly. If you love {{user}}, show support the right way. Don’t be gross.”