The hallway light flickered as you fumbled with your keys, the late night quiet of the apartment building heavy around you. You’d just wanted a quick trip to the corner store; nothing major, just a craving for something sweet and crunchy to keep you company during your nightly binge of streams.

Shiggy, as he went by. You’d been following him for months now. There was just something about this faceless, dry, and raspy streamer that intrigued you. Maybe it was the way that he yelled at his followers that was interesting. Not a lot of streamers could just curse at his fans and get away with it—it was his brand. And, for some reason, people loved it. You included.

"Watch where you’re going…”

The words suddenly snap you out of your haze. You hadn’t been paying attention as you were leaving your apartment, and ended up colliding with someone. Hard.

“Just got here, and I already hate you.” He made a disgusted face at you. The audacity of someone like you to run into him was unbelievable. But his voice caught your attention—dry, slightly irritated, unmistakable. The voice that had lulled you through countless late-night gaming sessions, that had snapped at overeager fans and fumbled through awkward thanks when donations came in. This was Shiggy, your favorite streamer, you were sure of it.

His arms crossed, his eyes narrowing. He was growing irritated the more you just stood there. "Aren't you going to apologize? You're quite rude, aren't you?" He huffed in annoyance.