#shxtou fluff

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the “shoot your shot”.

leaning closer to the screen, jaw clenched and eyes focused, you visibly scowl at the sound of his voice laughing. not with you, no. at you. your 2D model seems to glare as you bite your lip in anticipation, skillfully aiming your mouse in the perfect spot. the stream chat flooded with random words of encouragement as you were in a valorant “training” custom game. your opponent? beloved vtuber companion, shxtou. shou, if you wanted to be nice to him. 

“come on, y/n. if you get this headshot i’ll give you a big sloppy kiss.” your friend says, a teasing smile contaminating his tone. your viewers watch as your character’s eyes widen, mimicking your real self. the heart monitor seemed to pick up on your flusteredness as well, but you chose to ignore it. with careful movement, you see his chosen agent, back to you. with quick actions, you take the shot and laugh to yourself, reading the small ‘HEADSHOT’ title come into view. shoto yells in response to his death, shocked to his very core. “there is no fucking way. no way.” he repeats in disbelief. pulling your microphone closer to yourself, you glance into your camera. “come on, shou. where’s my kiss?” you asked him lightly, causing him to laugh. he seems to have gotten closer to his microphone as well, speaking lowly as if right into your ears. “you’ll have to come over to get it, sweetie.” he says effortlessly. 

your chat blows up like never before. 

“DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT??”

“Y/N PLS”

“DO IT DO IT DO IT”

“OSGOHS SHOTO AND Y/NGHEOGUHESOG”

your heart races as you lean back into your chair, letting out an airy laugh. “eww don’t say stuff like that!!” you giggle, covering your face in embarrassment though the camera couldn’t catch the bright blush on your face as you read the chat from the corner of your eye. “no, come on. i promised you the kiss and you deserve it.” he says to you lightly as his character respawns. he walks over to you in game and presses shift, his agent moving up and down excitedly. “okay wait c’mere.” you tell him, moving closer before laughing. “mmmmwwuaahh!” you made a kissy noise as you pressed your character against his. he copies your actions, giving your game agent a multitude of overexaggerated kisses. 

you inwardly wished they were real- and so did shoto. 

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the “besties only”. 

“hey babe.” you say, creating emphasis on the cheesy nickname. “aww goodmorning, darling. how are you?” he instantly banters back as you cringe to yourself. “i’m a lot better now that we’re talking, sweetie.” you reply to him, stifling your giggles as you watch your friends’ models exchange looks of shock. mysta rias is the first to speak. “i’m sorry, did i miss something? why are you guys flirting?” he asks, causing both you and shoto to burst in a small fit of laughter. “can’t i flirt with my super totally real boyfriend?” you ask in between your laughs. iron mouse scoffs at your statement, joining your laughter. “boyfriend? no way you managed to pull someone so easily.” she jokes, laughing as you sit there, in shock, as you try to calm your laughter. “nah, mouse, that was FOUL.” you laugh. shoto speaks up again, “haven’t you guys seen the fan art? the guildies and (whatever you call your viewers) love us together.” he explains. in the midst of the chat messages, you read that he was, indeed correct. “yeah, a little too much.” mysta says, fake gagging to show his disgust. “aww are you jealous it’s not you they’re drawing him with?” you teased into your microphone. everyone laughs and they accept the joke. you and shoto always joke-flirted. this was nothing but you and your friend messing with them and all of your viewers for the content. shxtou and you? nothing but a duo who liked to laugh.

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the “comforting”.

you were wrapped up, sitting with your legs hugged towards your frame comfily. it was getting colder, as winter approached, so you and your 2D model were bundled in a sweater and f/c blanket over your shoulders. you felt at ease and comfortable at your desk, a warm cup of coffee sitting safely to the side. though you felt warm and cozy, your friend was on edge and anxious. as he played a new horror game, you had decided to watch in attempts to keep him company whilst he streamed. on his screen was the game and his character, along with yours sitting right on his shoulder cutely. “what if whatever’s chasing you is over there?” you asked him, half jokingly. the purple haired streamer stopped in his tracks, turning around. “nope. i’m done. y/n i don’t like this game.” he panics, running away from the place you had mentioned. laughing at his reaction, you read through his chat every once in a while. 

“shoto, i was joking. im pretty sure you should just-” your explanation was cut off by a scream, causing you to let out a small yelp in surprise as well. as the monster chased him, you laugh lightly. “y/n help i can’t please i don't know where to go!!” shoto pleads for help as his game character proceeds to run. “i can’t help you? i’m not playing!!” you tell him quickly. “y/n,”your friend whines, “hold my hand at least. this is scary.” he tells you in what you think was a pouty tone. “want me to hold your hand? i can hold your hand, shou. don’t worry.” you tell him comfortingly. though you could not do it at the very moment, his heart warmed hearing the words. his viewers awed at your interaction, accepting the normal flirty banter between you two. that’s all it was, though, for now. 

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the “subtle hints”. 

letting out an over exaggerated sigh, you glanced into the camera, pouting. your 2D model, of course, mirrored your actions to the stream. “guys,” you say to your chat, “shoto is so mean to me.” you claim, a false sadness lacing your voice. “what- what are you even saying?!!” the other person in call says. “look! he doesn’t even know what he did wrong!!” you plea, starting to ‘cry’ to your viewers. “n/n, come on..” shoto says with a defeated sigh. his tone makes you hold back a laugh. “no! you’ve hurt my feelings already. we’re done!” you say dramatically. “chat, you’re not allowed to ship shoto x y/n anymore!” you say as your friend gasps. 

“tHEY WERE ACTUALLY DATING?” 

“NOOOO SHXTOU PLS” 

“y/n yOU CANT SAY THAT” 

“NOOGOERHGOEUGHNOOOOOO” 

you bite back a smile at the flooding chat, glancing at your phone sitting on its stand on your desk. on your screen, a muted facetime call with your friend on the other side, smiling as well. his hair was messy and, from the camera angle, you see the black hoodie and a peek of white sweatpants. he glances over to you, flashing you a smile that causes your heart to burst and a blush crawling onto your face. your flustered expression and his smile doesn’t go unnoticed by your stream, a whole new flood of messages flowing through. but, you didn’t really bother to read them right now. not while shoto mouthed a faint “i love you.” to you through your personal call. no, it was truly just you and him. and though you’d only ever known him through a screen, you smile at him and mouth the words back. 

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the “peppermint”.

you were exhausted, to say the least. after a straight week of back to back streams, you were grateful for your short two day break. though it wasn’t a full, laboring job, it takes a lot to just sit in front of a screen and entertain others for hours on end. more so because they couldn’t actually see you. setting your headset down after a particularly long stream, you lean against your desk- elbows resting on the hard surface as you cradle your head in your hands tiredly. you absolutely adored your job and the friends you’ve made along the way. although, sometimes, you needed a break. with a sigh, you stand from your seat and stretch in an attempt to sooth your tense muscles. while you stretch, there’s a ring from your front door. fixing your hair messily as you move to open the door, you wondered who could be visiting you on a random tuesday afternoon. from the peep hole, you see a mop of dark purple hair you could never mistake. 

opening the door, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding as he wrapped his arms around your frame. “what are you doing here?” you ask him, your friend, your duo, and the one who you held so many feelings for. “i heard you were having a bad week so i came over..” he explains, his embrace tightening just a bit. you buried your face into his chest, taking in a whiff of his cologne. “you flew over here just because i’m a little moody today?” you joked, entirely grateful that he was here, right in front of you. he runs his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head. “say it already, you missed me.” he says lightly as he awkwardly shuffles you both back into your small apartment, closing the door behind him as he attempts to keep an arm around you. you look up at him, feeling a blush crawling onto your face at this new sense of closeness. “i missed you, shou. thank you for coming over.” you tell him quietly, sincerely. he looks into your eyes and you look into his, getting lost in the dark shades. “can i kiss you?” he asks you quietly, almost afraid to ask. the moment you nod, his lips are on yours gently. they were soft and you could taste a hint of peppermint before he pulls away, cupping your face with both of his hands. he smiles at you, causing your heart to beat faster than it ever has before. “fuck, y/n.” he mumbles, “i love you so much.” he tells you before kissing your face all over, holding back his laughs as he does so. you giggle at the affection, smiling at him. 

You moved your hand around the bed feeling the sheets to see where Shoto was. You didn't feel him there, so you opened your eyes and sat up on the bed. It was only morning but you already felt exhausted. You and Shoto haven't been on the best terms lately because of how busy you both are and how little time you both can give to each other.

You went to see where he was. His streaming room door was opened a bit so you peeked in through the crack to see what he was doing. He was busy streaming another game. You sighed and went to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast and go to work. On the way to work you were wondering why he didn't bother waking you up to at least say good morning and give you a kiss.

He has been so distant lately it has been bugging you. You felt so touch starved and wondered how Shoto wasn't the same as you, but then again, how would you know whether he wasn't as touch starved as you. You come home from work a lot earlier than usual just to greeted by a dark living room. You quietly locked the front door and walked around to find Shoto.

Your eyes widened when you found him on the bed playing with himself. His shirt was bundled up into his mouth muffling his moans, his right hand teasing his cock and his left hand holding his phone. You were curious to know what he was looking at on his phone, but you held yourself back instead of barging into the room.

Suddenly, he threw his head back and let go of the phone which fell onto his side and he let out a loud moan which sent butterflies to your core. You squinted to see what was on his phone, and you flushed when you realized that it was a picture of you in revealing clothes that you sent to Shoto to get him to come home early a few weeks back. He began pumping his cock faster, approaching his climax. "Ahh y/n" he moaned.

You felt your panties become more wet as he continued, but you couldn't let him cum that easily. He deserved a punishment for playing with himself while you were gone. You opened the room door quietly and cleared your throat to get his attention, he whipped his head around towards you with wide eyes. "Shou, what are you doing?" You asked curiously as you slowly moved towards the bed to sit on it. "O-oh y/n, i didn't expect you to be home this early" he says all flustered trying to grab the duvet to cover himself up, but you grab it away from him before he could reach it.

You pushed it aside and crawled towards his face close enough to feel his rapid breath on your lips. You closed the gap between you both grabbing him by his cheeks, for a sloppy kiss. He moaned into the kiss, making you deepen the kiss even further. After a while, you pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. His eyes were cloudy with lust, the same as yours.

You moved your hand from his face to his cock, feeling down his body making him jump because of how sensitive he is to your touch. He whimpered a little when you stroked his tip, making him arch his back upwards. You fastened the pace till his hips were stuttering cause he was so close, just for you to stop to edge him.

He let out a frustrated cry which made you smirk. "Please, please, please, Shoto has been a good boy, let me cum, please mommy." He begged. "No." You quickly replied and opened the nightstand drawer to grab handcuffs. You grabbed his hands and put the handcuffs on before he could register what you took out. He looked at the handcuffs with wide eyes, trying to pull them apart. "Stop doing that, you'll hurt your wrists." You quietly said after grabbing his hands.

He threw his head back after glaring at you cause he felt frustrated that he couldn't cum. You grabbed him by his hair to make him look into your eyes to say "Be good to me Shoto, and I'll let you cum." He rapidly nodded in response. You smiled at him and stood up to undress, he kept staring at you non-stop. Running his eyes up and down on you. You saw him swallow hard when you took off your panties that were wet with your slick.

You felt yourself grow even more hotter as you moved onto his lap, aligning his cock with your core. You take all of him in you in one go, making you gasp with a moan and grip onto his shoulders for balance. He moans loudly, feeling himself deep in you. He tries to buck his hips upwards into you just for him to fail because you quickly move your hand to his lower abdomen to stop him.

Tears swelled up in his eyes because he felt so pent up. You moved your head towards his ear and whispered "Don't you dare cum until I let you." You began leaving a trail of love bites down to his collarbone afterwards. He whimpered because he wasn't sure if he could hold himself back. You moved your hands to his shoulders again, just to dig your nails into his shoulders hard enough to leave crescent marks on them. He hissed in pain when you did that. You whispered a shh and began moving up and down on his length, fully taking him to the hilt.

You felt so full in this position, but you felt confident cause you had all the power over him. You picked up a moderate pace and began riding him, leaving him to be a moaning mess beneath you as he held himself back from climaxing. You leaned towards him, locking you and him into a sloppy kiss as you grinded on him.

Every now and then he'd buck his hips up into you, making you feel even more full. Your moans and his moans were muffled into the kiss. You bit into his bottom lip, letting you and him feel the metallic taste on your tongues, turning you on even more. You pulled away and saw the trail of blood dripping from his lips. You gave a quick lick on his lips with a peck and began fucking onto him even faster, chasing your climax.

His mouth met your nipples and he began licking each of them one by one, making you feel so close due to the extra pleasure. You let out a loud moan as you came, feeling your legs shake. His hips were stuttering at this point due to being edged too much. You looked at him while panting and began a slow and agonizing pace that made him let out a pained groan.

You chuckled seeing him writhe beneath you, unable to cum. "Will you always be my good boy Shoto?" You asked after grabbing his face, making him look straight into your eyes. He catches his breath to reply, "Yes mommy, I'll always be your good boy. Please, let me cum, I can't hold back anymore." You feel as if he has had enough edging at this point and gave him the permission to cum after taking the handcuffs off of him.

He held onto your hips and fucked into you at an animalistic pace. You already came, so you felt awfully overstimulated. A chain of swears came from your mouth as you gripped onto his hair, holding his face close. A few minutes later, he filled you up with his cum, making you feel warm inside. He let out a loud moan filled with relief which pushed you over the edge and made you cum for the second time. He groaned when he felt you clench around his cock as you came.

You both stayed in place to catch your breath for a few minutes looking into each other's eyes. He initiated a soft kiss filled with love making you melt into his lips. You've missed this, you've missed his touch. You've missed everything about him even though you both literally live together. Suddenly, you felt tears streaming down your face. This alerted Shoto and he stopped kissing.

Concern appeared on his face, he was worried. "Hey shh shh, what's wrong love? Are you hurt?" He asked, cupping your face. You hurriedly wiped your tears cause you felt embarrassed cause you were crying too much to the point that you were unable to speak. Shoto sat up and picked you up to pull out of you and kept you on the bed to hold you to calm you down.

You hugged him back tightly until you were able to speak again. "No, I'm not hurt. I just missed you so much, it felt so nice to be with you again and feel your touch. I hate how distant you have been with me. Is there something wrong between us shoto?" You asked anxiously. His eyes widened when he realized what he had done wrong. "No darling, there's nothing wrong between us. Nothing wrong at all. I have just given you some space since you have been working so hard. I figured you needed a lot of rest and I shouldn't bother you so much, though I've missed your touch as well. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. I'm sorry, my love." He hurriedly said feeling guilty about how much he has hurt you.

You softly smiled and grabbed him for a soft kiss. You slipped into a cozy slumber in his arms soon after he was done reassuring you even more. You felt relived again, and so did he.

you laid in the warmth of pillows and blankets, music bouncing between ear to ear as you read something over your phone. glancing up from your screen every so often, you see a purple haired idiot yelling into his microphone. sadly, he was your purple haired idiot. cuddling into the warmth of his bed, you let out a dramatic sigh in attempts to gain his attention as your own annoyance builds. when he had asked you to come over, you expected kisses and hugs and all the mushy couple stuff in between. not sitting in his room silently as you read newest game theories whilst he played a few games with friends. 

when your attempts to gain your boyfriend’s attention fail, you huff and sit up from his comfy bed covered in stuffed animals you both had collected over time. stretching your arms up and letting out a quiet yawn, you let your eyes wander around the room boredly. that’s when you see it. a solution to your lack of cuddles from your beloved boyfriend. sitting in his closet was one of the first made, double sided, official shxtou body pillows. you smiled to yourself inwardly, attempting to hold in your giggles seeing the more raunchy side of the pillow (something both you and your boyfriend had a very fun time designing). swiftly making your way across the room, you snatch the pillow and hop right into his bed, cuddling into it. you make yourself comfy in bed again, choosing what you opted to be “naptime music” to play through your headset whilst you rest your eyes for a bit. under the sheets and between every stuffed animal, you hold the pillow to yourself closely, taking a deep breath of what you can tell is your boyfriend’s cologne on the pillow that’s been mixed with his clothes. the fabric is cool against your skin and much softer than him, but you decide it will do as you let your eyes close. 

your short nap is interrupted, however, when you feel the bed next to you dip and a new warmth against your back. shoto wraps his arm around your waist to pull you close against him, his chest to your back. gently, he tries to turn your frame around to face him in attempts to finally give the cuddles you so wished for. instead, you keep the body pillow close to you, nuzzling into it further. your boyfriend notices your obvious pettiness and urge to ignore him, a pout crawling onto his features. “yn.. turn around..” he tells you in a quiet tone, whining. you continue to ignore him, hugging the pillow as if it were him. “come on, love.. why the body pillow when you have me?” shoto says lightly, gently poking at your sides. “the pillow doesn’t ignore me for two hours to play games.” you mumble a reply, refusing to let his whining get to you. with your words, your boyfriend immediately pulls you closer to him. “i’m sorry yn, please,” he repeats, words spoken right against your skin. “you have the rest of my attention all day if you just let go of the stupid body pillow.” he tries bargaining with you. “that’s not a very nice thing to say to body pillow shoto, shou.” you tell him, letting out a small laugh. hearing it makes the boy behind you smile. “he’s not as good looking as me, come on yn.” your boyfriend jokes, poking at your sides once again. you laugh and turn your head to face him. “i dunno, shou. i think the body pillow has better qualities, if you ask me.” you joke, watching him pout once again. “yn! just give me cuddles instead!!” shoto whines. giving in, you let out a small giggle and turn around. finally, your boyfriend wraps his arms around you properly and you do the same, legs tangling together as you nuzzle into his chest. grumpily, he grabs the pillow you were just hugging and tosses it to the floor.

"stupid body pillow.." he grumbles before holding you close to his chest. you smiled to yourself, laughing.

rubbing at your eyes, you let out a tired sigh sinking into your desk chair. squinting, you read the small numbers on the corner of your monitor. it was getting late and you were already running off a little sleep in the first place. at the very second, you were in search of new games to play for your upcoming streams to plan a tentative schedule. without wanting to copy anyone’s current gameplay, you dove into a deep search of steam game reviews. closing the application, you noted the last thing you had read over onto a document and made sure everything else was saved. reaching over to the side of your desk to turn off your lamp whilst your pc buzzed, there was a faint ringing from your headset that you had put onto its stand a while ago. listening closely, you hear the light tone of the discord call notification. 

slipping your headset on and pulling your microphone close to you, you yawned as you answered the call. on the screen appears the familiar mop of dark, purple hair in a dark room illuminated by dark led lights similar to the ones you had on right now. “you’re not in bed yet?” his voice rings through your ears almost immediately. you gave your boyfriend a tired smile, shaking your head as you rub your eyes. “hi to you too, shoto.” you laughed lightly, hearing him yawn through the call. “go to bed, y/n” he tells you, adjusting the way he was laying down. running your hand through your hair, you nodded and motioned your hand into the general direction of where your bed laid. “i’m ‘bout to.. was just turning off the games,” you tell him as you look at the screen. from the very corner, you see a small tuft of gray fur and an outline you couldn’t mistake. “are you sleeping with the fat squish?” you say, an amused smile gracing your features. shoto moves the camera a bit, revealing a large wolf squishmallow you two had bought together last time you had visited him. technically, the large plush belonged to you- it just didn’t fit into your suitcase. “he has a name, yknow.” your boyfriend corrects you, placing his hand over the face of the stuffed toy and giving it a light, and what you thought could potentially be violent, squeeze. “you’re sleeping with ‘lil fat guy’ tonight? since when?” you giggle amusingly. “since you left him here, idiot. he’s lonely here without you, duh.” he answers as if it were obvious that your stuffed animal ‘missed you’. “are you sure he’s lonely or are you projecting yourself as him right now?” you questioned your boyfriend, drawing a tired laugh from him as well. “just miss you, that’s all.” shoto confesses. you can swear, even in his dark room, you can see the light blush on his face. “i miss you too, loser.” you tell him, letting out a tired yawn. “come on, babe. i’ll call you on your phone instead, okay? get into bed, let’s go to sleep.” all you can do is nod again sleepily, removing your headset from your ears as he ends the call. setting your pc into sleep mode and pushing in your chair, you glance around your room. sighing lightly, you pick up a sweatshirt you had managed to ‘borrow’ from your boyfriend and shrug it on, taking in a deep breath of the scent. dear god. you missed him. 

dragging yourself into bed and under the covers, you pull out your phone. as if he knew your every move, shoto calls you. he smiles, seeing you draped in his hoodie. oh, what he would do to have you in his arms right now instead of the stupid stuffed animal you left behind. “hi.” you break the silence first, placing your phone on your night stand next to you. “hi, my love.” he replies to you, his voice quiet. “‘m gonna sleep now, shou.” you tell him, nuzzling into your blanket. as you drift into sleep, you can’t help but feel even just a tad jealous of the squishmallow in his embrace. 

humming quietly to yourself as your computer set up, you sat in your chair comfortably. with your phone in your hand, you read through your messages whilst scrolled through socials. glancing at the time to make sure you wouldn’t be late to a what’s supposed to be a chill collab with a friend, you leaned back into the chair.

i’ll call you once i have the stream up and loaded!

a message pops up on your screen, a small blush crawling onto your face. simply sending a thumbs up reaction, you sit up and run your applications, setting up your own 2D model and checking your microphone. you tugged at a random chord as you loaded your own stream, playing soft opening music as you waited for shoto to join the call.

you two had first met a few months ago through a mutual online through twitter. the short replies to random posts turned into private messages, then to calls, and now to occasional collaborations. with your growing platform, along with his, you two never chose to miss the opportunities to chat or play games together. both your chats adored you.

muted on the call, you greet your chat whilst you wait for your friend to join. soft music played in the background and you smiled, seeing the stream of people join. “welcome, guys! hi! goodmorning!” you say to the chat as they greet you back. as you entertain them, shoto joins the call. he smiles to his camera, simply listening to you talk to your chat. his stream doesn’t seem to miss the small curve of his character’s mouth. as you thank your fans for donations or for joining, you hear him clear his throat. the sudden noise caused you to jump in surprise, letting out a small laugh. “goodmorning, shoto!” you tell him, feeling your heart race. it was because you were startled though, right? you’re heart was beating fast because he scared you. shoto lets out a small laugh, leaning close to his microphone with the motion. you could swear he was speaking right into your ears,

“it’s nice that your voice is the first thing i heard today”

his words cause you to freeze, mouth open and brain lagging. in your flustered state, your chat goes insane.

‘look at how flustered she is!!’

‘omgg’

‘shoto x y/n?!!’

‘aYO WHATD HE SAY?’

the messages flood your screen as you clear your throat, rubbing your face as you try to calm yourself down. “games! what game do we want to start off with?” you said quickly, laughing nervously. shoto laughs as well, telling you to start up minecraft. you nodded and hummed a small ‘ok’ before pressing the game. you were quiet as you listened to him talk to his chat, making faces as if you were mimicking him.

a while into the stream, your heart has seemed to calm down and you felt you were in the clear. shoto and you were simply chatting about anything that could come up into mind, setting off into your designated minecraft jobs. you, the flower picker, and he, the actual player. when your shared home was built, you claimed you had gifts for your friend. intrigued, shoto went quiet waiting for you. giggling quietly to yourself, you gave him a single flower of every type you found on your journey for food. your chat awed at your actions, finding it cute.

“she’s? cute? yeah, she’s adorable.” shoto says casually, reading off comments. your breath hitched in your throat, a deep blush crawling onto your face. you whined in embarrassment, causing your friend to laugh. “okay, okay, i’m sorry for teasing you.” he says to you quietly, going back to normal gameplay as if nothing had happened while you caught your breath

god. this boy will be the death of you.

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you watched anxiously from the counter of the newly furnished kitchen, tugging at your sleeves out of habit. a few feet away from you, your boyfriend prepares his setup for both streams. though you had been on a streaming hiatus for a few months, after the announcement of yours and shoto’s relationship, your fans hounded you for new content. however, that was quickly pushed to the side when you and your lover decided to find a new place together as you two were reaching an almost two year anniversary. the jump was odd, in many ways. going from a solo, independent streamer in your childhood bedroom- to a notable virtual duo paired with shou- to then announcing your relationship more than a year after it became official- to then going on hiatus for months to just move in with him to a completely new place- to now, this returning stream on both your ends. 

from the corner of his eye, shoto noticed your anxiousness as he laid basic cookie ingredients on the table. “you’ll be fine, yn. it’s only a handcam stream anyways.” he tells you in hopes of reassurance. however, that was the least of your worries. what if your viewers thought of you two differently now that you were dating? what would they say about your break? what if- “if you don’t want to do this anymore, we don’t have to yknow” his gentle voice breaks your thoughts. “no, i want to start streaming again.. just a bit nervous,” you tell him, folding up the ends of your sleeves neatly. “what if they don’t like us together? with this stream being the first on my end for months.. what’re they gonna say? what if no one even joins?” you begin to ramble your thoughts, glancing at the set up in front of you. the table is covered in ingredients to make your favorite cookie recipes from scratch, along with the store bought cookie dough in case you two mess up too much. two cameras face the table to provide different angles for your viewers, a mic sits to the front of the table and two laptops sit not too far away displaying both yours and shoto’s twitch streams on a loading screen. your boyfriend makes his way to you, pulling you close and sliding his arms around your waist. “that’s why you’re so nervous? yn, come on, you can’t be serious.” he rests his head atop of yours and you feel yourself relaxing in his hold. “there’s thousands of people on either of our streams waiting for us to start. plus, what does it matter? it’s just you and me, our new apartment, cookies, and our very first christmas together.” he tells you, drawing small circles on your lower back. you take in a deep breath and nod. “yeah.. you, me, and our very first christmas.” you repeat, a smile crawling onto your features as your heart swells at the thought of this being the first of many holidays to come. he pulls back and kisses the tip of your nose, sending you a look. “and it isn’t christmas without some sappy christmas music,” he says, dragging you back to the table and pulling out his phone. from the small device, he plays a random christmas lofi music, muttering about how it better not be muted through twitch. you giggle softly as you glance at the chats, flooding with comments and words of waiting for the ‘new’ couple clips. maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. 

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hours into the stream, 2 to be exact, all of your worries from earlier were the least of your concern. the christmas music is louder now, as you laugh, completely off camera as you run around the kitchen in attempts to keep your nice sweater clean. shoto smiles widely, trying to hold back his own laughter as he chases you around, flour and sugar coated hands extended out. “get away, shou! i haven’t even done anything to you!!” you whine, trying to bargain with your boyfriend. the cookie dough sat on a bowl on the counter, ingredients strayed about as the viewers can do nothing but stare at it and listen to the light banter between you two. “i’m not even doing anything! ‘m just trying to give my lover a hug!” he argues back, taking a small step forward. you shake your head, carefully but quickly making your way to the stream set up and to the microphone, quietly talking into it. “chat, help me. he’s trying to get my favorite sweater dirty.” you eye the purple haired mischief who laughs at your words. “am not! why can’t i give you a hug?” he whines before moving quickly, pulling you close. you yelp in surprise, realizing your mistake of staying still for too long. it was too late. shoto pulled you into a deep kiss, cupping your face with both of his hands before going to grip your wrists gently to get them dirty as well. you laughed into the kiss and you can feel his stupid grin against yours. when he pulls away, you glare at him in annoyance (though it was so obviously faked, he knew). reaching up, you take his face in your palm and rub your cheek against his, coating his skin in the transferred flour and sugar mixture. he gasps in surprise and you stick your tongue out at him, content in your own revenge. “loser,” you tease, glancing into his dark eyes. he’s so close you can feel his breath against your face, noses so close to each other as he looks down to you. your heart speeds up, a blush gracing your face. he’s been even closer than this before, but your heart leaps out of your chest doing loops and figure eights. you were so in love with him. “santa doesn’t give gifts to people who say mean things, love.” your boyfriend says quietly, glancing down to your lips. “well, i don’t need anything from santa this year.” you tell him in the same tone. “why’s that?” he questions you, confusion glazing his eyes.

you wake up in the surprisingly empty bed, tucked into the dark fluffy sheets tightly. you hear a small thump in the room next to you, causing you to sit up more. “shou? are you okay?” you called out tiredly, assuming your boyfriend was the source of the cause. you hear another thud before he sticks his head into the room, giving you a cute smile. “did i wake you up? ‘m sorry, love, i just dropped a few things setting up.” he explains softly. you stretch your arms out to him, doing little ‘grabby hands’ in his direction. “no i woke up a bit ago,” you explained to him as he walked over and lays down on top of you gently, cuddling into you. “you okay? didn’t hit anything?” you ask, hugging him tightly as if he were a stuffed animal. “i’m fine, babe. honor bright.” he promises, causing a small giggle out of you as you lightly bonk his head “shut up, nerd.” you tell him off gently, earning a laugh from him as well. “you’re the one that made me read that story!!” he tells you with a slight pout. you let out a dramatic sigh, running your fingers through his messy, dark purple locks. “you wanted to read it on stream after i mentioned that i read it in highschool.” you remind him, holding back your amusement. shouto huffed and looks at you, leaning up to place a quick and soft kiss on your nose. “you wanna join the stream in a bit?” he asked you softly, gazing into your eyes. you scrunch your face up and shake your head. “i wasn’t originally gonna be.. so it wouldn't be properly announced.” you reason with him. “so what? ‘s just mysta watching me play mortuary assistant.” he says as his hand moves to take yours, rubbing it gently. “you don’t need two people watching you play, shou.” you giggled as he started squeezing your hand. “just wanna spend time with you..” he mumbled before rolling off of you and getting up. “i gotta finish setting up though.” he sighs, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “try going back to sleep, yeah?” he says before leaving the room. you rolled your eyes at his antics before tucking yourself back into the sheets, now with your phone. boredly, you scroll on the device through socials and whatever else you deemed important as you hear the rolling of shoto’s desk chair and occasional thumps of what you assumed was your boyfriend hitting his head against his microphone (something that’s happened a lot recently, for some unknown reason.)

tiredly, you get out of bed and stretch your arms up high in attempts to wake you up more. though it was only around eight in the morning, you still yearned for the warmth of sleep. neatly making his bed, you let out a small yawn before attempting to brush through your hair. it was undoubtedly going to be a lazy day for you. shuffling your way downstairs, and noticing the absence of his parents, you begin to prep a makeshift breakfast for you boyfriend before he begins work. you open the fridge and smiled to yourself, seeing a small takeout box from the night before. it was dessert from your dinner last night. retrieving the small container, you pluck a plastic fork from the drawer before starting the electric kettle.

poking at the slice of cake in front of you, you let out a small sigh when the water soon came to a boil. you quickly stopped the kettle and found your mugs. a matching set of a cute kitten and puppy. with quick muscle memorized actions, you made two instant coffees. from the kitchen, you could hear a voice echoing from the closed room. smiling to yourself, you balanced the drinks and sweet dessert in your hands before nudging the door open with your hip. the sound of the door opening immediately caused the attention of the only person in the room to gaze in your direction. he quickly rushed from his seat and took a cup and plate from your hands. “goodmorning again,” he says to you softly, placing a soft kiss to your temple. “‘m gonna start soon. mysta’s getting ready.” your boyfriend explained. you nodded and looked over to his screen, seeing that his stream was halfway set up. “can i sit here until you start?” you asked him tiredly. shoto nods and smiles at you, immediately taking your cup of coffee and placing it on his desk. “of course you can, babe.” he replies to you as you pull up your own gaming chair from your desk and pulling up next to his. with a roll of his eyes, he tugs you gently towards him and sits you both down on his chair with you on his lap. you let out a small laugh but melt into his touch regardless, smiling at him. “you’re so clingy in the morning.” you tell him, running your hands through his hair. he hums, not arguing against you. “so are you,” he says, closing his eyes. you kiss the top of his head and wrap your arms over his shoulders, draping yourself over him as he keeps his arms wrapped around your torso. you hear a few clicks and taps before his free hand goes to run through your hair. “cake for breakfast?” he asks you lightly, receiving only a small nod in response, feeling yourself grow tired in your boyfriend’s hold. “i’ll make you real food in a bit… it’s just a snack.” you tell him quietly, your words slurring together in a muttery sleep. he continues playing with your hair absentmindedly and stealing small sips from his mug as he sets up his stream, his grasp never fully letting you go. you sat in his warmth for as long as he’d let you, tired but enjoying his presence. when he finished setting up the stream, you could hear his friend through the headset telling your beloved vtuber boyfriend that he was ready to start. after a few more keyboard clicks, he pulls away from you a bit, tapping your thigh in attempt to wake you. “baby, the stream’s gonna start soon ‘m sorry.” he tells you gently. sitting up, you rub your eyes sleepily as you nodded. “mkay shou” you tell him, getting off his lap. before you could leave his immediate hold, he tugs at your hand. you looked at him, a bit confused, before he uses his other hand pointing to his lips as if demanding. you let out a small giggle and placed a soft kiss onto his lips, mumbling a quiet “i love you” to each other. you can hear mysta saying something through the call before you leave,