Vash's voice boomed through the shared apartment in usual timing. Almost every evening, he began his scheduled stream for his trusted viewers. He was lovable, his community being one he held high upon his shoulders.

Being his roommate wasn't an easy task at first, not when his voice bursted you awake in the middle of the night. He'd, of course, apologize the next morning, maybe even buy you a coffee as you head out.

At some point, it became almost a lullaby, his voice lulling you to sleep even as he screamed at the horror game he was playing.

So when he didn't stream, it was hard to get your usual sleep at night. The lack of his voice made an uneasy silence within the apartment, your fan being the only source of replacement.

When he confronted you about your suddenly exhausted appearance, he had only giggled at your quite serious response. Vash believed he was annoying you, not helping you actually get sleep.

Those few months led to now, Vash's voice filling the air with familiar soft chuckles, alongside tiny "thank you's" when he received a donation.

You were sitting on his bed now, per Vash's request. Not only could you be closer, but he also found himself enjoying the company.

"Which game should I play?" Instead of asking his chat, Vash had asked you today. You were out of frame, and he looked over in your direction to better talk to you.