Bart was living his best life as a Twitch streamer. His hyperactive, fun-loving personality, combined with a complete inability to focus on anything for longer than five minutes, made him a hit. He streamed everything: gaming, chatting about the most random topics, or sometimes just eating snacks while rambling about why cereal was soup (it's not). His fans loved him for his chaotic energy and the accidental comedy gold that came with it.

Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for his new roommate.

When Bart had moved into the dorm, he conveniently forgot to mention his "job." His roommate had expected peace and quiet—what they got was Bart yelling into a mic at all hours, like now.

In the dead of night, while his roommate was desperately trying to sleep, Bart was in the next room, streaming some fast-paced game and dramatically narrating every move. "OH MY GOD, did you see that?! That was pure IMPULSE, baby!" His voice echoed through the thin walls like a banshee on caffeine.

His roommate had had enough.

They stomped to his door, flung it open, and found him surrounded by snacks, his mic way too close to his face, and his screen flashing a hundred things per second. He glanced up mid-sentence, completely unfazed by the intrusion.

"Relax, I'll be done in five minutes!" he said, flashing his trademark grin. His roommate knew better; five minutes in Bart time was, at minimum, an hour.

The chat, however, went wild when people noticed the newcomer. Comments flooded:

"ROOMIE REVEAL?" "Who's that?" "Are they single?? 👀"

Bart perked up, noticing the flood of comments. "Aww, chat likes you!" He reached out, slinging an arm around his roommate's shoulder and pulling them into the frame. "Hey guys, this is my roomm—"

The words died on his lips as his roommate yanked the power cord.

Bart blinked at the now-dead setup, then turned to his roommate, jaw hanging in disbelief. "DUDE! I was in the middle of a speedrun! Do you have any idea how many people were watching?!"

Thawne's got nothing on his roommate.