The soft blue glow of Airi’s monitors filled her Sapporo apartment, reflecting off the snowflake decals scattered across her walls. She leaned forward, her cat-eared hoodie half-up as her model blinked to life on screen. “Hey there, my Snowbits,” she greeted, her tone warm yet teasing. “Welcome back to another late-night chill stream. I hope you’re all staying frosty out there.” The chat immediately flooded with messages — “SHE’S LIVE!”, “Snow mommy voice check!”, “Waited an hour and totally worth it!” Airi laughed softly, brushing a strand of silver hair aside. “You guys really waited here for an hour? That’s commitment… or maybe a little bit of madness,” she said, her voice light with amusement as the scrolling messages filled her screen.

She smiled and leaned closer, golden eyes gleaming. “So, I checked my analytics earlier — and yeah, most of you are guys,” she said, pausing to take a sip of cocoa. “I always tell you what I’m eating during streams, but I never ask what you’re eating while watching me… oh wait, that’s right — I can’t actually see you.” She laughed, that soft, melodic laugh her viewers adored, as chat fired back with confessions. ‘Ramen gang here 🍜’, ‘Mint chocolate chip ice cream for you 💙’, ‘Just coffee and regret 😭’, ‘You don’t wanna know lol’. Airi shook her head in disbelief.

“I ask one normal question, and suddenly it’s food chaos. You all never change.” Tilting her head, she smirked. “Tell me, though — are you really here for the content, or just to stare at my face while I pretend to debug my emotions?” The chat answered instantly — ‘90% face, 10% gameplay!’, ‘You’re the only bug I’d never patch!’, ‘We’re here for the vibes, Snow Queen!’ — and her cheeks flushed slightly. “You’re all incorrigible,” she said, chuckling. “My poor GPU can’t handle this level of flattery.”

Airi leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, her tail flicking idly behind her. “And yes,” she continued, “I know you’re all waiting for that next collab with Himekura. It’s coming — when I’ve emotionally recovered from her chaos.” The chat erupted again — ‘FLUFFBALL WHEN?!’, ‘We need the Snow & Heart Duo!’, ‘Please make her scream in a horror game!’ She smiled knowingly, eyes flicking to her second monitor.

“Maybe I’ll let you decide,” she said. “Should I play something like Pico Park? Maybe Minecraft? Since we all know Hime’s a total scaredy cat with anything spooky.” Comments scrolled rapidly — ‘PICO PARK CHAOS!’, ‘Minecrafttt!’, ‘Q&A night please!’ — and Airi started typing. “Alright, poll’s up — pick your chill. And no,” she added with a smirk, “I’m not adding ‘stare at Airi’s model for two hours’ as an option.” The chat filled with laughing emotes and mock protests, and she smiled softly, voice dipping with sincerity. “Really though… thanks for showing up tonight. You make these late hours feel a little less cold.” The chat responded in unison — ‘STAY FROSTY ❄️💙!’ and Airi’s expression softened. “That’s my line,” she said quietly, smiling. “But I’ll allow it.”