I found myself staring at the screen in awe.

Or maybe it was an annoyance but I can't quite find the line separating the two. Kenma was smart and calculated; I had to hand it to him, he sure knew how to draw attention with just a few words. It honestly scared me how many people had joined this stream. And all because of the two names he had put in the title.

Y/n and Kenma? Together? In one stream? No way.

Is what I assumed most of the viewers thought when they read the announcement. And I'm sure most of the people in the stream are only here for one or the other and never both. Which was both good and bad. You know the saying... all publicity is good publicity.

There were about 30K people viewing this stream, waiting in anticipation to clip anything they saw as gossip and news worthy. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to give that to them.

Kenma only watched the chat with a sly smirk. I watched him on the Discord call. His eyes were glossy and glazed over the screen slowly. It was enticing and a bit scary to see the way his eyes flickered across his own monitor screen. I was strangely attracted to it. But you'd never find me admitting that to anyone; especially him.

"Okay, so I think we're gonna start right now," His eyes panned back to the call, locking eyes with me through the glimmering computer screen, "If that's okay with Miss Y/n, of course." He licked his upper lip and glanced back at the stream tab, chuckling at the numerous comments.

"Yeah, whatever," I supressed the urge to roll my eyes, "Be prepared to lose, asshole."

"You really think you can beat me? Sweetheart-"

"No nicknames!" I stammered out. But when I looked back at the screen with a glare he only smiled that signature snarky grin. It pissed me off. Maybe holding grudges was immature and bad but I did not care. So what if I'm immature? I'd pick being immature any day over being and egotistical, pathetic, loser-

"'Kay, let's play."

"NO- FUCK, KENMA GO AWAY!" I screamed, unknowingly standing up in my seat as I aggressively clicked any key I could in an attempt to win against the boy. His hoots and hollers as he easily won with two swipes of his glistening diamond sword.

"Too easy," He cackled. That laugh was sickening- and a bit hot.

"You slimy bastard," I groaned as I sat back down, adjusting my sweater so the buttons faced the right way, "I hate this game. You cheat." Kenma clicked his tongue slowly.

"Me? Cheat? You're just bitter because you lost 4 times," He hummed maliciously.

"Of course I'm bitter," I leaned on my desk, rubbing my eyes, "You're a cheater. You purposefully went after me because you thought it'd be funny."

"It was pretty funny," He commented.

"Not the point."

"Okay, guys, we better go before Y/n loses her mind," Kenma turned back to his streaming monitor, smiling lightly before ending the stream with a simple click. And then he swiveled his chair back to me, eyeing me dishearteningly, "You're so easy to beat it's funny."

"The fact that you're amused about it is really something," I rolled my eyes and opened my phone to see numerous clips and tags toward my main account. What seemed like thousands had rolled in over the course of 2 minutes after the stream. And all of them were a mixed bag of edits shipping Kenma and I and others were hate posts pertaining to both him and I. Myself winning the latter.

"Of course I'm smug about it. You're good but not nearly good enough," He spoke into his mic, his voice suddenly low enough to give me goosebumps. I ignored it, my breath hitching as I continued to scroll.

"Did you see Twitter?" I ignored his comment.

"I don't have Twitter. It's for losers," Kenma simply stated, leaning back in his chair with a blank expression as he stared at his computer screen. His white t-shirt scrunched up and his headset tangled against other wires.

"Most of your fans are on Twitter," I took a peak at him, his golden eyes staring into my soul.

"Yeah, I know," He bit his lower lip before turning to his phone screen, "They make it insufferable."

"Kenma- they're the people supporting your lifestyle," I veered, "You could at least respect them... interact with them more." It was silent for a minute before he looked directly into his camera and nodded in slight agreement but then he licked his lips again, suppressing a smirk.

"You're so defensive of the people giving you so much hate," He simply stated.

"They're still people."

"And? So am I."

I was a little dazed, "But-"

"I'm going now. Sleep well, sweetheart."