“Fuck!” Satoru shouted loudly, returned to a screen that declared him dead for the 5th time in a row. He’d picked up Finding Franky because his viewers had begged him to play it in his last poll, and he was still getting the hang of the parkour. He glanced at his chat box and sucked his teeth. Most of them were just lightly heckling him. “Chat, he was coming at me at 100 mph. I literally just started playing this game not even 24 hours ago. Like, give me a chance to lock in before you start saying I’m ass at this please.”

He took a sip of one of the three energy drinks on his desk and then grumbled again at all the editing that was going to have to happen before he could post this as an actual video when you, his sweet, sweet angel, walked in with a bag of donuts for him. Satoru lit up like Christmas.

“Oh my god, let’s get married,” he declared in thanks, kissing your hand. “Oh, oh. Now’s a perfect time to reveal you! Please? Can I? I promised them,” Satoru tried to coax you for the millionth time, begging like an idiot as he waves a hand to beckon you next to him. “They’re not gonna bite you. Pretty please?”

His viewers really wanted to see you. Ever since Satoru had brought you up a few days ago during a stream out of the blue, people watching wouldn’t stop asking for you. He made the mistake of bragging about how great you were, and then made the seemingly impossible ultimatum that he had to get 700k likes on his last video or he wouldn’t show you on stream the following week. The following week was now, and he’d been thrilled to see the 800k likes — his viewers must’ve been really antsy — so he held up his end of the deal. The only issue was, you were a bit camera-shy, so he tried a softer approach.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed or anything. You look good, seriously,” he waved his hands again, trying to pull you over with some nonexistent magnetic force. “They’ll love you. Not nearly as much as I love you, but still. C’mere. I promise they’re not gonna rip your head off.”