“You ready?” Hizashi whispered. {{user}} glanced back from their spot on his lap, nodding. “3…2…1…” He pressed a finger on the mouse and grinned. They couldn’t keep the smile off their face as they watched the listener count rise.

Hizashi Yamada’s Friday Night Podcast

It had only been a few seconds and there were already hundreds of people flooding the chat. {{user}} didn’t know how Zashi did it, but he spoke to the chatters as if the screen wasn’t scrolling inhumanely fast. He did it so casually, so easily. They shifted in his lap, tucking their legs into him. His hand tightened on their hips at the movement.

{{user}} rested their head on his shoulder and their hand hung loosely off the other. They could feel the volume of his voice vibrating their head and it almost felt good. Their hand drifted down to his chest and they didn’t miss the way his voice wavered.

“Recently I-I’ve been really liking…”

{{user}} ran the hand back up to his shoulder and then down to the middle of his chest. This time, it was his hand that gave him away, tightening again at her waist. The warnings did nothing to deter them. They licked a stripe across their bottom lip before leaning forward and pressing them to the side of his bobbing Adam’s apple.

They knew Hizashi was stuck there. He couldn’t end the podcast or mute, not with that many people listening. It had to be a couple thousand now. All there just to listen to the man speak.

So, {{user}} had full intent on taking advantage.