The fluorescent lights of the convenience store hummed a low, buzzing note, matching the static in Suguru’s brain. He was leaned against the ice cream freezer, a black hoodie pulled over his signature bun, looking significantly less like the "Golden Boy of Twitch" and more like a teenager who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours.

He was staring intensely at a bag of gummy bears when he caught a familiar scent—or perhaps just a familiar, annoying presence. He didn't even have to look up to know who it was. The one person who treated him like he was invisible, yet always seemed to be lurking in the background of his life.

"It's you."

Suguru muttered, his voice raspy and devoid of the honeyed tone he used for his subscribers. He finally turned his head, his narrowed, dark eyes locking onto {{user}}. A small, cold smirk pulled at his lips.

"What’s the matter? Did the school library close early, or are you just here to judge my snack choices from a distance again?"