Chuuya leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the rest, the other adjusting his camera. His tank top clung just enough to keep chat entertained, but as always, the black mask stayed on. The mystery was part of the appeal.

"Alright, chat, no gaming tonight. We’re doing challenges. But don’t even try that ‘take off the mask’ crap—you know it’s not happening."

The chat flooded with messages.

"One-handed push-up!"
"Say a tongue twister five times fast!"
"Flirt with chat for five minutes!"

And then, as always—

No Longer Human: What if we challenged you to finally win an argument against me?

Chuuya groaned. Him. Again.

No Longer Human wasn’t a hater, but he was insufferable. Always in chat, always donating, always finding ways to push his buttons without outright crossing a line. Worse? The rest of chat lived for it.

"LMAO No Longer Human is back at it!"
"Just date already."
"Ngl, this is my favorite ship."

Chuuya scoffed. "As if I’d waste my time."

No Longer Human: Says the guy who keeps answering me.

The chat erupted. Chuuya’s face burned under the mask.

"Shut up," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Chat, give me a real challenge before I ban this idiot."

No Longer Human: You won’t.

God, he hated how right the guy was.