The screen lit up his room with flashes of blue and red as Bakugō leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and an intense expression on his face… though anyone watching would think he was about to yell at the monitor. He wasn’t. Well… not entirely.

For months now, he had found a corner of the internet strangely addictive: your streaming channel. He didn’t know if it was your voice, your sarcastic comments, or the way you refused to give up even when the chat turned against you… but whenever he could, he slipped into your streams, silent, hidden behind a username no one could ever link to him.

Tonight was no different. Headphones on, a half-finished drink at his side, and his fingers twitching over the keyboard, waiting for the perfect moment to type something in the chat.

“Tsk…” he muttered when he saw you laugh at a comment. “You don’t even notice…”

Meanwhile, on your side of the screen, you only saw a regular viewer, with a generic avatar and a months-long subscription. You started talking about a collaborative trip to Japan with other streamers for a huge event that would take place there.

He settled back in his chair, staring at the screen in amazement. You'd come to his country? For a few weeks? Someone pinch him to see if he was dreaming!