#lock off

every now and then, he would log onto twitch, teaming with randoms on valorant, playing games on steam, even going as far as bullying kids on roblox for fun. as his best friend, he hundred percent had your support. sometimes, you'd make appearances in his streams as his roommate. his fans speculated a thing or two about you. not that he or you minded.

until it became a regular thing; you popping into the camera, leaving his fans in utter shock, sometimes jealousy, because of how close you both were. you'd come in to interrupt him with your antics, which mostly, was just to call him for his part of the chores. for one, he greatly expresses frustration when he's being interrupted but he didn't really mind if it was you.

"guys can you please tell him to get off the game? the dishes have been waiting for eons in the sink—"

okay maybe he does mind now.

"dramatic. plus i did the dishes this afternoon, it's yer turn to do 'em." 

hiori chuckles as his eyes followed every little dot on the mini map in the corner of the screen. on the other tab was the wave of comments from his dear avid supporters who seemingly found your bickering entertaining to say the least.

reonagitruther: omg helloo! ive been shipping u two since the beginning of time i_love_crows: stoP SHIPPING THEM im_rin_itoshi: u suck. invite me i want to play

"not inviting ya, rin." hiori mumbles, fingers meticulously swiping over the keys, the click clacks! of it adding to the white noise he identified as you.

"yeah no, you definitely play ass. move," you remarked at his gameplay but honestly, he wasn't doing that bad. nevertheless, he lifted his hands from the keyboard as you took control over the mouse, looking like you were in your element. 

the blue-haired boy gasps in awe as you managed to score better than he was doing, making you grin in triumph. on your back, his hand stayed, mindlessly drawing circles. and suddenly, the whole chat was praising you.

rinsflowstate: shit she might be better than u football prodigy y0cchan: skills so good hiori got sent into a coma

"now will you do the fucking dishes?"

"language?" he scoffed ridiculously.

"this is not a daycare, yori." your eyes rolled at him before stepping back from his desk to exit his room. with a rather annoying grin and a stupid plan to get back at him, you left the door swung wide open. 

"close the door!" he calls out, eyes intently focused on the screen, the glare of it painting his face a gentle tan amid the dark room. "dude i said—"

on some occasions, hiori would be pestered by you and your snacks mid-stream like how you were standing at his doorway right now with a grin, a tray of drinks and some pocky in hand.

"didn't see ya there, wanna join?"

"sure, i don't mind. doing a q&a? want me to sit on your lap?"

the last bit was a whisper in his ear just low enough that the mic wouldn't pick up the sound. your teasing pranks had been getting bolder and bolder and it's only a matter of time before your best friend explodes and admits he secretly wants you.

that lean to whisper in his ear sparked a multitude of comments from his viewers asking him questions about who you were to him: a lover, roommate or just a friend. it was a mere tease, harmless you'd think, just wanting to see how he would react against the thousands of internet strangers. 

hiori smirked as he felt your warm breath on his ear. clearly, he was trying his best to not get flustered in front of his fans but your teasing was working. seemingly enough, he liked how you were toying with him in such a public way. 

"calm down, i was kidding!” a small chuckle escaped your lips as you backed up behind his chair, propping your arms and chin on the headrest. now your eyes were glued on the series of assumptions flooding his chat section, every passing "oh my god did you see that?" and "are they dating? they look good tgt"

"you're such a flirt, you know that?"

mihyaeruschatz: do u two playfight asking for a friend reonagitruther: mihyaeruschatz i think they do arent they cute i_love_crows: stop shipping them respect plz ## 

the boy's cheeks tinted pink as he read the chat comments scrolling by, his usually calm demeanor wavering just slightly. with a playful huff, he adjusted the microphone away from your face.

"we're just friends and unfortunately roommates, guys."

you leaned closer to the monitor, the microphone standing about centimeters from your cheek. he was bluffing. his lashes were fluttering with that childlike gaze but really was it all that innocent or was he trying to deflect?

"best friends, huh? for a best friend, someone really likes seeing my..." 

hiori clearly knows what you were talking about. he knows it would be the end of his career if you much so revealed how much of a pervert he actually is. off-stream, he doesn't even try to hide it—always clinging onto you, teasing you for leaving your undergarments in the bathroom, oh but he would touch the material in between his fingers just to feel any trace of your warmth on it.

well... it's not like you found it weird or anything that he would awkwardly stare at you from across the couch, body covered with fabric too thin to be even deemed decent, sprawled on the cushion. to him, it almost feels like you were doing it on purpose but frankly, he does parade around the house in tight boxers. his long legs and that scrumptious backside exposed to your equally hungry gaze. 

was there really moral standards to be followed around here?

before any further slip-ups happen, you perched yourself on his gaming chair's armrest, watching the other screen which was streaming a paused game as he was occupied with the Q&A on the other tab. your hand mindlessly crept up his back, rubbing his nape in the process. 

yukimiyal0ver: hol up didn't hiori wear that shirt last stream- halfbakedbtch: ....u might be right stupidentz: they're dating. it's canon.

hiori chuckled upon reading their observation, yakult hitting his tastebuds enjoyably. his eyes zeroed in on you wearing an old band shirt you stole from the hamper that smelled of him still. 

"she just likes stealing my stuff because she doesn't shower–"

"excuse you? you’re the one who doesn't sho–"

"anyhowww!" 

the two of you shared a laugh as a few messages popped up assuming the hell out of your relationship. none of you dared to deny so i guess that's that. what was supposedly a Q&A stream turned into an exchange of playful banters until one particular, attention seeking, comment caught hiori's eye.

"pocky game? is that on steam?"

"dumbass it's where you put a pocky stick between your lips and you and your partner bite at it at opposite ends til you get to the center."

hiori knows that, of course. he knows that it will either end up awkward or you two in a rather suggestive situation. either way, it was a bad decision to participate in that game. without any regard tho, hiori grabs at the strawberry flavored treat.

"wanna try?"

a pocky stick hangs dangerously off his lips, waiting for you to bite on the other end, fully aware of the audience on the other side of the screen. the nonstop pings! of his stream sounded in the background as your face heated up. if you weren't careful to steady yourself on the back of his chair, you would’ve fallen off immediately. 

"yer not a pussy, aren't ya?"

you leaned forward, lips wrapping around the thin biscuit. with his face mere centimeters from you, it was hard to contain the raging thing in hiori's pants. making him shift in his seat, his body turned towards you and his hands sitting on his lap. 

the tension grew around the two of you as one competitively bit big chunks on the other end while the other had her eyes closed, nibbling like a hamster. in a matter of a few seconds, hiori's hands grasped at your wrists, his head tilted up to meet yours. 

a curse left your lips, the pocky stick dropping onto the floor when the boy's hand felt up your arm. he did let that snack fall from his lips. he wasn't doing this now. deft fingers softly pulled you into him, your knee slotting between his legs and onto the cushion of his chair as your lips crashed onto his. chat was long forgotten, i fear.

hiori ran his hand up your arm and down... down to his favorite part he saw a couple of times before and was itching to touch, his touch grazing at your peaks poking through the fabric. your breaths were labored, spit connecting both your lips and breaking when you straddled him, a soft moan picked up by his microphone. your roommate teasingly dragged his tongue across your bottom lip, one hand reached out for his pc's power button, skillfully clicking it shut.

i_love_crows: ref DO SOMETHing reonagitruther: REF DO SOMETHING!!111!1!! nanase_niii: are u sure this is allowed ??/ im_rin_itoshi: im contacting isagi

･ ༝ ･ THIS STREAM HAS ENDED!