"And done!" You said before clicking the save file on your laptop. Stretching your limbs, you felt a few bones pop earning a satisfying sigh that escaped your lips as you leaned on the edge of your bed.

"Ah, I'm finally done with the term paper."

It's been a busy week for you, you've been working part-time at the café in Roppongi, going home late at night and then writing the term paper. You felt a sense of relief as you saw the document labelled term paper ready to print by tomorrow and you're finally done with the final requirement.

Your back hit the edge of the bed as you looked up the ceiling, making a mental note of the rest of your schedule for the remaining days of the first semester before you can finally call it all done. You still have to take final exams, but you thought it wasn't really that much hard as when you were taking exams during high school. Although the questions were harder, you just kind of don't care whether you get a full mark anymore.

You just wanted to get an average grade, not too high and not too low. And then soon, you will finally graduate and you'll get a job, a business maybe? You still have your parents' insurance money.

"Ah Y/N, let's not think about that yet," you said as you rolled on the bed, snuggling on the comforter. "I just remember them."

You propped your chin on the pillow, your eyes drooping. "Mom, dad."

It's been years and you thought you'd be able to at least forget about that feeling of melancholy, but you knew that might have been impossible.

You shook your head as you sat up, lightly slapping your cheeks as you closed your eyes. "You gotta distract yourself, Y/N."

Distraction.

You suddenly looked at your laptop, the screen had gone black now. You could see yourself being reflected on the screen as you slid down the bed and sat on the tatami mat in front of your laptop. You glide your finger down the touchpad as the screen lit up.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" You asked when you found yourself typing the name of the site.

That accursed site, as what you had been calling it, is now loading in front of you. Because of that darn dating site your co-worker gave you, that pop-up ad that redirected you to this accursed site. And now you've been visiting this site for a few times now.

At first it was only to feed your curiosity.

That particular streamer had piqued your interest.

You only really watched his stream a few more times just to see if it was really him. The same guy who often come to the café to order the same coffee. You've watched him two more times just to see if it was really him, for the past week, just two times.

You were convinced it was him.

"So why am I watching him again?" you asked yourself as the stream started and the live chat became flooded right away.

"He isn't even doing anything yet and people are donating money already?!"

You absolutely could not believe how this streamer could earn more than your one month salary at a café in less than an hour of, well of jerking and stuff you knew you could never watch in public.

"I just want to make sure it's him," you said to yourself as you plug in your earphone. "Just confirming it. One last time."

As if you needed to convince yourself about a dozen more times when you even went as far as to create your own account in this site. But of course you always convince yourself again, that this is only for confirmation. You are not even donating a single penny to his stream. Just watching him, silently.

"After this, I'll seriously delete this damn account and erase this damn site from my memory."

As if that's possible.

Erasing something from your memory. If that is possible, you would have had a lot of memories erased from your mind already.

You shook your head again to get rid of unpleasant thoughts and the stream started.

"His voice sounds better when I'm wearing earphone," you said as you propped your chin on your knees. "His voice,"

He started to speak, his voice languid and low and husky as if, like he always does, purring each words.

And then, your eyelids slowly felt heavy, drooping down as he continued to speak.

"His voice felt like he is here," you muttered, closing your eyes.

You couldn't care less about what indecent and inappropriate things he was doing now. But you continued to listen to his voice.

His voice could lull you to sleep, like those popular asmr simulators. With voice actors whispering sweet nothings.

Except you couldn't go to sleep.

Not when he's talking about coming and you don't exactly know whether to take your earphone out or continue to listen.

You heard him release a breath and you shudder at the sound before you decided to open your eyes and looked at the screen just in time to see him looking straight at the camera.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, you realized he always ask that same question and the way he said it felt like you could still hear him saying that, his voice ringing in your ear.

He leaned in on the headrest, you could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulped. He lifted his hand and run his fingers through his locks.

"I guess that's about it for tonight," he said before he ended the stream, although there were quite a lot of protest stating he should stay.

It's always like that, they want him to stay for another hour but he always felt tired, maybe because it's already late that even you are starting to feel sleepy.

Once the stream was over, you were about to have your account deleted in the site, because really, you don't even know why you even bother making one. But when you were about to do just that, you stopped.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt to watch another one?"

You shook your head and decided to finally delete your account, convincing yourself that it is the last time you'll ever watch any of his streams.

At least for the next week you were pretty distracted that you didn't think about his streams. You passed the term paper and you took your final exams. For the whole week you were busy, so much that you almost forgot about that streamer.

"Hey, Y/N, want to watch a stream?"

You suddenly froze as your co-worker asked you that. For a second you thought she was referring to a different stream. Since the café is about to close anyways, your co-worker decided to watch a stream. "He's streaming again after a while."

"Who?" you asked as you made your way towards her.

"Kodzuken,"

You didn't know your co-worker is into those streams but you weren't really surprise. "Ah, him?"

Your tone sounded disinterested. Not that she can blame you, you're not nearly as interested anyways.

You've known the guy throughout high school, he wasn't exactly the most sociable type and he likes to keep to himself. His circle of friends revolved around the guys from the Volleyball club. You couldn't exactly say you were close but you weren't particularly strangers.

"You sure you don't want to watch?"

She lent you one of her earbuds and you took it, deciding to watch at least for a minute.

You saw him playing a video game, you don't really recognize anything going on but you still watched. You thought Kenma looked different now. His blonde streak had started to fade, giving way to his natural raven hair. And he always kept it long, like he did before.

"He doesn't really talk much though," you co-worker said.

But as she said that, the game ended and Kenma looked at the camera.

It was then he said those words that surprised you more than him actually finishing the game in a few minutes.

"Did you enjoy it?"

You gasped and yanked the earbud out of your ear as your co-worker looked at you, a bit startled too.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Y-Yeah, I just...felt something in my ear," you said, rubbing your ear and your co-worker furrowed her brows as she looked at her earbud. Well it's clean.

"He doesn't speak much but when he does, his voice always sound so good."

"Yeah," you muttered.

But still a bit surprise, when you heard Kenma say those words, somehow it reminded you of that streamer. You couldn't exactly help it. "Maybe I've been watching him a lot."

You convinced yourself again, that maybe you've watched his streams quite a few more times that his voice got stuck in your head.

"But they sound oddly the same," you muttered again, more to yourself as you made your way to the locker room to change.

That night, as you sat inside the train, your phone vibrated and a line message came. It was from your classmate back in high school that you somehow still get in touch with. You opened the line message and read it as your eyebrows furrowed.

"A get-together?"