Popularity was something new to Haruchiyo. Sure he had his group of friends growing up and his habits of fighting with a blade grew him a reputation in the delinquent world, but he was always outshined by those around them and he was happy with it that way. Seeing and helping his friends rise to the top, he dedicated years of his life to Toman, and they were years well spent. But now he had his own platform to rise to the top, and it felt… Different. Being acclaimed for his fighting prowess was something he was proud of, but being showered in compliments- both sweet and lewd, donations and gifts galore, all because he was pretty, was odd. Initially he’d started streaming as a hobby, curious what all the fuss was about when Senju went off about trying to grow her beauty channel, when Chifuyu tried to start his own commentary vlog on cats around his neighbourhood, he wanted to try his hand at it. Starting out small and faceless, gaining popularity for his voice and the sheer variety of what he’d post. How he could be five hours deep in the middle of trying to speedrun some new indie game and he’d randomly start ranting about how a new hair oil he’d spent way too much on did absolutely nothing. As soon as he started doing videos with his face showing, being able to show the difference between nail polish's, a hair care tutorial here, some new moisturizer that he swore by there, his popularity skyrocketed. Growing a near cult like following, the numbers poured in as he catered to multiple demographics. Tonnes tuned in for the gameplay, the snarky commentary and sharp wit he had when interacting with viewers. He started doing cooking videos and tutorials, often mocking viewers for not knowing simple things, but teaching them just the same with a ‘tough love’ view. Often Senju would pop in the background of his videos, her own beauty vlog channel slowly growing thanks to piggybacking off of Haruchiyo’s popularity, and Takeomi had become the two’s ‘manager’ and ‘agent’. One thing his community noted, and part of it sha