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Sanemi mashes the keyboard on his highly expensive computer as his team fumbles the win. He exclaims in defeat as the word “fail” appears on his screen.
“That was a terrible match,” Sanemi curses to his teammates on the other end of his mic.
“We did our best!” Sanemi can feel Kyojuro smile brightly through his screen.
“Yeah, yeah, come on.” Obanai says, voice grating through his microphone. "Do better guys."
"Well maybe if some of us actually did our fucking jobs, we wouldn't have lost again!" Sanemi screams at his companion through the screen, no doubt reaching his neighbors. Obanai lets out an exasperated sigh from behind the screen as Tengen chuckles, amused. God, Sanemi hates his fuckin' friends. His stream chat encourages him on and sends him gifts to which Sanemi accepts with not much of a smile, but still thankfull nonetheless. Streaming on the weekends was one thing that Sanemi liked doing. He had a full-time job elsewhere on the weekdays providing stable income for him and his lover, but streaming occasionally on the weekends was a small hustle that he genuinely enjoyed.
“Come on…” Sanemi groans as he realizes that his team is failing again and that he can't fucking wait to blow up on his incompetent friends for sucking. He knows it's not their fault--or, maybe it is--and that his opponents are probably just too good, but Sanemi doesn't back down from a challenge. He watches as gifts and words of encouragement from his viewers pour in on his monitor to the right.
“Come on, Sanemi!” His friend Obanai shouts at him through the screen.
“I’m trying you fuckwad!” Sanemi curses back.
“Dude, you can do better.” Tengen chastises him, and Sanemi’s this close to punching through his monitor. Those bastards are so lucky he’s too tired to get up and drive to their houses to pummel them with his fists.
“Fuck you.” He groans.
“I would if I wasn’t already married.” Tengen replies with a snarky voice.
His viewers laugh, Obanai and Kyojuro sending off chuckles of their own. Sanemi rolls his eyes unamused, questioning why he still plays games with this irksome bastard.
The game plays on for a little longer, maybe another hour or two. Sanemi aggressively mashes his keyboard and pounding his desk out of frustration each time he gets eliminated. His teammates curse through his screen at him for sucking and at his opponents while his stream chat encourages him, but also doubts him as he slowly loses his mind. Sanemi lets out a stream of curses as he loses another match and drops his head on his hands, banging his forehead on the desk.
“That was ass you guys,” Sanemi groans, “we’ve been here for three hours and haven’t accomplished anything significant.”
“Maybe we just need a break.” Kyojuro says, and Sanemi hears him get up from the other end of the monitor.
“Fine. Take five.”
Sanemi turns to his stream chat and watches the messages pour in. He talks with his viewers for a while, thanking them for the gifts and gaining more subs, telling them a few things about his personal life and asking them how they are. His headphones still on, he misses the door to his office opening and doesn't feel the hand on his shoulder or register the dark figure walking towards him.
“Jesus,” Sanemi takes off his headphones, “you scared me.”
“I'm sorry.” Giyuu meekly apologizes.
His stream chat swoons as this unknown man enters the room, completely shirtless wearing sweatpants, ebony locks of long hair dripping from a fresh shower. Giyuu gently rubs the damp white towel against his head, ruffling his hair.
“Do you know where the hair dryer is?”
“Is it not under the sink?”
“No.” Giyuu rubs his elbow.
“Check the overhead cabinet, then. I might have moved it there since the cord kept falling into the drain.”
“Oh, thank you.” Giyuu leans down and kisses Sanemi on the cheek, the albino man’s cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. “Hello.”
Giyuu gives a small wave to the video camera, pressing his cheek up against Sanemi’s own in the process.
“Come to bed soon, love, okay?” He rubs his shoulder as he walks off, towel around his neck as he shuts the door behind him to Sanemi’s office.
Shinazugawa turns back to his stream chat and listens as “ooh’s” and “ahh’s” come from his teammates on the other end of the call. Tengen laughs with amusement, something new found to make fun of Sanemi for and Kyojuro prods, making statements like “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend!”
And that’s when he flashes the wedding ring on his left ring finger. His friends can’t see it, but his stream chat sure as hell does and he’s bombarded with questions from his viewers. Sanemi finds it amusing, how he’s been apart of the gaming community for over four years and how nobody has known he was married. Perhaps it’s because Giyuu always worked late or he was just camera-shy so he never showed his face, but the one time he decided to show himself, he just had to be shirtless and dripping with water.
Not that Sanemi was complaining of course; he loved his husband and his attractive figure, but basically the entire world now has access to his face and a twang of jealousy arises in the pits of his stomach.
“Well, you heard my husband.” Sanemi says, “Night’s over.”
“What!? Come on, Sanemi, another round?”
“Nah, I’m good. Wanna cuddle in the warm embrace of my lover.”
“Ew, you disgust me.” Obanai groans.
“You watched us kiss at our wedding.”
“I know, and it was gross.”
“Then why did you come?”
Obanai ignores his question and so Sanemi listens as Kyojuro and Tengen leave the call, bidding their friends goodbye and Sanemi ends the livestream, shutting off his monitor and standing up and stretching. He showers too, drying his hair off and crawling into bed with Giyuu, snuggling up to his chest and burying his face under his chin.
The next morning when he checks his twitter feed, screenshots of him and Giyuu are everywhere on the internet.