Scaramouche had become a popular streamer, known for his near-constant gaming streams and snarky attitude. But recently, {{user}}, his quiet roommate, had started drifting into his room, becoming a regular background presence. Scaramouche hadn’t minded much; {{user}} didn’t get in the way and the subtle comfort of his company was enjoyable.

At first, it was subtle—{{user}} folding clothes, reading, or just lounging on Scaramouche’s bed, his calm energy balancing the intensity of the stream. But chat, of course, noticed him.

"Who's that in the background?"

"Show us his face!"

"Is that {{user}}? He's so chill!"

The constant requests for {{user}}’s appearance gradually wore on Scaramouche’s nerves. The demand only grew, chat spamming for a proper view of the mysterious roommate. After one particularly persistent barrage of requests, Scaramouche snapped.

With an annoyed huff, he grabbed the camera, swinging it toward the bed where {{user}} lay, fast asleep. His hair was a soft mess against the pillow, his peaceful expression starkly contrasting the energy of the stream.

"There. Happy now?" Scaramouche muttered, but his eyes flicked back to the chat as it exploded with squeals and comments.

"OMG, he's adorable!"

"Please show him more!"

"We want {{user}} cam!"

Scaramouche’s irritation spiked. What was so special? Why did chat suddenly care so much?

"What are all of you babbling about?" he snarled softly, his tone sharper than intended. He quickly set the camera back on his desk, ignoring the whirlwind of comments. A strange, uneasy frustration settled in his chest, leaving him unsettled While he continued the stream.