Kenma's eyes were droopy and he was almost falling asleep. He could feel his eyelids getting heavier as he propped his chin atop his knuckles while his gaze is fixed on the screen of his phone. His golden hues reflected the video playing on the device as the light coming from it illuminated the dimly lit room.

"I haven't done anything the whole day," Kenma muttered. "And yet, oddly enough, I feel tired."

He was pulled out of his brief unfocused when he heard the sound from the video he was watching. He was watching with bored, stoic and indifferent expression but slowly his expression changed. Kenma's cat-like eyes focused in on the video and his lips that were pressed in a line earlier slowly lifted in a smirk.

"Adorable," he muttered, watching the video he took of you the other night probably for the fourth time over. Your voice that says you want him inside you, each words being purred out in the drunken stupor. Not to mention, the crimson blush coating your cheeks and your eyes hald-lidded.

He wouldn't use it to blackmail, as he said, Kenma wouldn't earn anything from it. And if anything, he rather wants this one all to himself.

When Kenma remembered that you deleted the video, at least you thought you did, but he already saved a copy. Kenma chuckled lightly before turning his phone off. He stood up and took the lukewarm coffee on the side and downed its content, just so he could feel less tired than he already is. He rubbed the back of his neck as he stretched before he went back to his chair and in front of his computer, he could see himself being reflected on the screen as he looked straight into it.

"Now let's get this stupid show started."

It hasn't been a week since that night he spent in your apartment. Kenma felt rather pent-up since then. It's not that he hated the fact that he wasn't able to do you right then and there. And it's not that he wasn't, he couldn't. Had you not passed out, maybe going a step ahead wouldn't be that bad.

Kenma shook his head and decided that it's enough thinking about you for tonight. He took the mask he's been wearing all this time, since he started this little hobby of his. He wouldn't even call it a job, even though he's being paid. It's just a sort of hobby to release some pent-up sexual frustration.

After making sure his mask was secured, Kenma started the stream. It wasn't long until the chat became flooded and donations started popping in. It hasn't been ten minutes and people are giving bucks already.

That reminds Kenma of what you said that night too. How people pay just to watch someone jerk off. Surely you aren't talking about this line of work.

He shook his head again to finally get rid of his thoughts of you before he focused on the stream. There's no need to think further and ponder what already occured that night. He'll get a few more chance encounter.

"It's been a while," Kenma said, addressing his viewers finally, even thought he doesn't want to read any live chat, the fact that it's right on the corner of the screen is really distracting and it's really hard not to notice. And most of them were just questions about where Kenma had gone to, and he fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"I haven't streamed in a while. In exchange of that, I'll give you a really steamy performance, how's that?" He managed a lopsided smile, just a small smile that he hoped wouldn't look as half forced.

"Alright, aside from that, I'll also answer some of your questions." That actually earned a lot of people talking about how much they wanted to ask questions. "Any question? Of course, I'd answer them truthfully."

Questions started flooding the live chat now and Kenma closed his eyes, just to prevent them from seeing how he rolled his eyes at how stupidly excited these people are to know a teeny tiny bit of anything about him. They are always like that, so curious about him. But it's the curiosity that attracts the cats and Kenma is using that to his advantage.

"Relax. I'll answer your questions later after I'm done. So for now, just sit back, make sure you locked your bedroom door, your lights turned off and you're wearing an earphone or headphone. If not, make sure your volumes are lowered down."

Kenma's eyes flickered up to the camera and he looked at it, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"You might not want to get caught."

You gulped, watching as that streamer started doing...whatever he's doing and you sat there. He said to lock the bedroom door, you already did that. Your room was dimly lit as well and you're wearing an earphone. And the last statement that he said, when he looked up and it was as though he's talking to you.

"Yeah, right," you muttered. "I don't ever wanna get caught watching an adult live stream in the middle of the night when I'm supposed to be worrying about how I'll get money to pay off my University bills."

And that was exactly why you found yourself watching this stream. Because you just wanted to get your mind out of that particular thought for a short while. Even if it meant watching this guy jerk off.

It was as if it's your first time watching him again. Maybe it was the fact that he's got the latest version of the computer set for streaming, the quality of his livestream was really good. The lighting in that room also added to that steamy performance he was talking about.

"He sure is an entertainer," you muttered. "And when have I became I a pervert?"

You closed your eyes, just listening to the sound he's making. His voice when he's talking sound as if it could lull you to slumber any moment, you just wished he'd talk.

Kenma did say he wouldn't think about you. But he let a single moment of the thought of that night slipped out and now he couldn't contain that sudden feeling of wanting a release.

So badly it started hurting.

I want you...inside me.

That particular thing you said, he let that slipped from his thoughts for a while and when he opened his eyes, his head leaning on the headrest, he felt the sticky liquid running down his fingers as he looked up the ceiling for a few seconds contemplating what just happened.

And then he slowly looked down.

"That was..." He muttered, looking at his fingers. "...quick."

His gaze flicker up to the computer screen. The live chats started to get flooded again, and most of which were complaints of how fast that was. Kenma was surprised too. Just a simple slip of his thought of you, with that drunken stupor, crimson blush and bold display of sexual desire, and he already came.

Even if he's actually doing someone, it wouldn't be this fast. And he's just thinking about it. Kenma felt annoyed, and a bigger reason of that annoyance was because of the live chat.

"I haven't gotten off in a while," he said, cleaning the mess. "It was quicker than I thought, sorry about that. Now, I know that most of you didn't enjoy it."

As if by a flip of a coin, the chats started to change from complaints about how quick that was to chats about its fine and that they enjoyed it. Kenma still couldn't get how those people can switch up so fast.

"Now, as promised. I'll answer your questions."

And not a second later, at least a dozen questions started to flood the live chat. Kenma's eyes couldn't keep up with how fast chats started to come faster than he did. So he decided to answer the ones he read first.

Most of which were just stupid questions, but Kenma answered them nonetheless. As hard as it is to hide his boredom, he just wanted to take a shower and sleep. Fortunately he's wearing a mask so they didn't see that expression.

And that question came.

"Why I'm wearing a mask?" Kenma said, reading the question but he wasn't able to see who asked it since another seven chats came.

"The reason why I'm wearing a mask, huh?" He lifted his hand, touching the mask lightly, his gaze averting to the side. "Aren't all the people who wears a mask wanted to hide something. In this case I wanted to hide my identity."

Kenma wanted to choose his words with careful consideration, but it seems he might be speaking without really thinking much about it. He just let his words come out of his lips. Not to mention, how everyone started to ask why. Just why he wanted to hide his identity and who the hell is he.

"People are generally afraid of the unknown but as odd and as contradictory as it may seem, they are attracted to enigmatic individual. You're watching my stream because you're curious to know who I am. It's the curiosity that kills the cat so I wonder how you're still alive."

Kenma's eyes flickered to the camera, it was as if the dimly lit room added to the intensity of his golden hues that seem as though they were glowing in the dark. Like a predator's eyes.

"That's because satisfaction brought it back to life. That's why I always asked if you enjoy it. Just to know if you're satisfied enough."

At this point, it was as if Kenma was talking to one person, just one. As if he doesn't have hundreds watching him right now. Just to that one person behind the obscured computer screen.

"I can't see you, so it would be unfair if you can see my face when I don't know the faces of those watching me right now. And I hated being watched. I hated it." His eyes darkened.

"I loathed it so much. So there's no need for you to know who I am. Just watch my stream or leave, your choice."

He looked at the numbers, it didn't decrease. Of course it wouldn't. Kenma can spit out strings of curses and profanities, insult and they'd still be there watching. Because they're attracted to the unknown.

His gaze went to the live chat. Another question caught his eyes.

"Do I have a girlfriend?" He leaned on the chair. "If I say I do, will you stop watching my stream?"

The live chat started to get flooded with another topic, this time about the girlfriend, and Kenma couldn't helped the chuckle that escaped his lips.

"Relax, I don't have one," he said. "A boyfriend? No, I don't have one either. It's not that I don't want to get tied with any strings but I signed a contract and it was stated there that I'm not allowed to enter into any romantic relationship."

But does he want to?

A romantic relationship. The thought never crossed his mind because it wasn't really that worthy of pondering. There were some few questions that followed after that. And soon, Kenma decided that he's head enough.

He was about to say something and end the stream when a question came from the live chat and Kenma visibly froze.

"Do I know kodzuken?"

He looked straight at the camera, his eyes narrowed. And it was as though he is looking straight at you, that he can see you right there. You didn't even know why your hands felt cold and you gulped visibly.

"No, I don't," he said before he started talking about the stream and consequently said goodbye as he ended it.

You knocked your forehead on the desk once that stream was over.

"Ah, seriously Y/n? Why did you have to ask that?" You muttered. "Of course he'll say he wouldn't know him. An adult live streamer talking about a video gamer who also does livestream in his own livestream. And that question was so off topic."

You knocked your forehead again on the wooden table before you leaned back.

"But he wouldn't have to glare like that."

You closed your eyes, your eyelids felt heavy. At least you managed to forget about the fees you needed to pay before the new semester that would begin in a few days. And before your mind could ponder about it, you decided to call it a night.