Dating Quackity wasn’t a secret.

It just… wasn’t something you put on display.

There was a difference.

People knew you were close — that much had always been obvious. The way you showed up in each other’s streams, the ease between you, the inside jokes that slipped out a little too naturally.

But the rest of it?

That stayed yours.

No announcement posts. No dramatic reveals. No titles spelled out for millions to pick apart.

Just quiet understanding.

“Chat’s asking again.”

Alex’s voice pulled you back as you sat beside him at his desk, the soft glow of his monitor lighting up the room while messages scrolled endlessly on screen.

You didn’t even need to look to know what they were asking.

You sighed softly, leaning back in your chair.

“Of course they are,” you murmured, your tone somewhere between amused and tired.

He let out a quiet laugh under his breath, shaking his head slightly as he leaned closer to the mic.

“Guys,” he said, dragging the word out just a little, his voice laced with that familiar mix of humor and mock frustration, “I’ve answered this question like— a hundred times.”

The chat only sped up.

You could see your name flashing between messages.

He glanced at you for a second.

Just a second.

Something softer flickered in his expression.

Then he looked back at the screen.

“I’m not hiding anything,” he continued, one hand gesturing lazily as he spoke, “I just don’t feel the need to broadcast every detail of my personal life, okay?”

You leaned forward slightly, resting your elbow on the desk as you looked at the chat for yourself.

“They’re not gonna stop asking,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He snorted. His hand slid across the desk, fingers finding yours and intertwining with them like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah, I know.”