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Igarashi grinned at his reflection in the mirror, giving himself a final once-over before hitting the "Start Stream" button. Nothing in his teeth, hair looking acceptable – all systems go. He checked the countdown with a mischievous grin, the chat already flooding with messages as he let them wait.
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"What's up, chat! Welcome back!" he greeted, his usual energy firing up his viewers. It was like he was back on his Twitch grind before Blue Lock took over his life, and he'd only gotten more active since. Trapped in the four walls of Blue Lock, he found every excuse to stream at least twice a week.
His phone, balanced precariously on a DIY stand made from clothes and a toothbrush, caught him perfectly. Igarashi’s eyes lit up as he saw the chat scrolling faster than usual. The view count was sky-high today.
"Oh, so now you all show up. I see you, fake fans," he laughed, leaning in to give his viewers the finger. "You guys only come when I’m about to pull something insane. Fake ass hoes."
Igarashi roughly read through the chat
Minnion45: No of course not, our great leader
Urmommyisfat: Bro is edging us with this long ass intro
Igarashi just fondly rolled his eyes at them and wanted to continue the plan when a comment caught his attention.
I_am_the_real_igarashi: Daddy, when are you coming home, it's been 16 years
"Bro, I am not your father!" he said, cackling. "Every stream with this guy, claiming I’m his dad. No child support for you, my dude."
Igarashi ignored his viewers calling him a deadbeat father, after all, his viewers were the biggest trolls on earth, he was most definitely sure of that.
Alright time to get down to business
Once he settled down, Igarashi cleared his throat and clapped his hands, his tone turning conspiratorial. "Alright, time to get down to business. For the clueless people who missed the last stream, today’s a big day."
He attempted an evil laugh but immediately choked on his spit, coughing awkwardly. "Oops...my bad, chat."
He explained, "So, last stream, someone suggested giving a little Blue Lock tour. But that sounded boring, so I came up with something way better." He leaned back, flashing a grin. "Today, we’re breaking into some rooms. I know, I know, 'But what about their privacy, Igarashi?' To which I say, skill issue"
Not_a_scam_trust Donated ¥13,00 HELL YEA DEVIOUS ACTS ON
Praying I don't get sued, please God
Igarashi stood up from his chair and stood on it making himself taller, giving the viewers a full view of his body showing of his look. "Guys what do yall think of my fit? Does it go hard?"
Igarashi wore a military gear and black boots "Wait I even have a helmet, lemme just.... " The viewers couldn't see what he was doing but there was a lot of clashing of objects "AHA! I have it chat, look!" Igarashi said excitedly and put it on.
Nonchalant_dreadhead Donated ¥01,00 Dawg, where did you even get that? YOU WAS LOCKED UP 💀
miss. Alpha Donated ¥3,00 I cant keep defending you 😭
Bob Donated ¥00,10 What for do you even need that dude
Igarashi just smiled as he read that "I hear and see my kittens in distress but do not worry I have this all planned out" igrashi tried to say cool and wanted to rum his hand through is hair. "Shit, lol k forgot I bussed it off before blue lock. Anyways thank you for the donations guys."
Igarashi took his phone in his hand and placed it on his selfie stick so his arm wouldn't get tired and it'd be easier for the viewers to see the rooms
"We've yapped enought, I'll announce the most voted players right now"
As donations and messages poured in, he laughed, thanking the chat. “Let’s get to it! I had a poll on Twitter, and y'all chose three victims. Let's see, coming in first...we've got Shidou. Then we’ve got Isagi. And last, we have...Loki? Not what I expected, but hey, let’s do this!”
"Now that we have that out of the way, let's go to my first victim... uuhhh I mean, contest winner, yeah... that."
Igarashi slowly opened the door, pressing himself against the wall like he was some kind of ninja on a top-secret mission. He took exaggerated, tip-toe steps, his eyes darting everywhere as if he could feel the cameras watching. He sucked in a sharp breath, gripping his phone tightly, and muttered, “Alright, here we go...operation ‘Sneak Attack’ on Isagi’s room.”
"For my first target, I decided to go to Isagi's room," he whispered, dramatically looking both ways down the hall. "Not because he’s the easiest, but because he’s, uh... closest."
BabyOil Donated ¥300: Bro, what are you doing? 💀💀💀
Igarashi stopped in his tracks as the donation came in, quickly crouching like he’d just heard footsteps. "Thank you for the donation!" he whispered, barely able to hide his excitement. "And, okay, I know I’m sneaking around because I’m supposed to be at practice right now, but—well, I faked being sick to get out of it. PSG’s got a game against Ubers, so I figured this was my best shot. Now I just have to hope no one catches me... or else it’s game over."
Attempting a clumsy roll across the hallway, he smacked into the wall with a loud thud. He winced, quickly glancing around. "Nailed it."
Once Igarashi finally reached Isagi's room, he leaned against the door, letting out a deep, relieved sigh. "Thank God, I made it," he whispered dramatically, as if he'd just evaded an army of guards.
He started filming the room, panning his camera around with exaggerated interest, trying to find anything remotely exciting. His face quickly twisted into a disappointed frown as he opened the closet, peeked under the bed, and even checked behind the nightstand. “God, his room is so boring,” he muttered. “I mean, where’s the personality here? It’s just a bed, a nightstand, and a closet. Oh, and his roommates’ stuff—but we're not here for them. We’re here for Isagi."
Glancing at his chat, he noticed his viewers flooding him with messages of disappointment at the room’s utter emptiness.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leaned closer to the camera, cracking one of his signature crazy grins. "Alright, alright, don't worry," he whispered with a sly tone. "I know this room is...a bit of a letdown. But I’ve got something up my sleeve that’ll make it worth your while." He paused for effect, relishing the building anticipation in the chat. He knew this would definitely get on Isagi’s nerves—but that was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make for the views.
"Now, aren’t you guys lucky that I have a Plan B!" Igarashi grinned, holding up a selfie stick in one hand while shaking a crinkling plastic bag in the other. He waved it in front of the camera, watching his viewers’ curiosity spike as messages poured into the chat.
He placed his phone on Isagi’s desk and shouted, “UNBOXING VIDEO, CHAT!” The viewers went wild as he opened the bag, his grin widening with every comment.
Slowly, he pulled out a pile of Michael Kaiser merch—posters, stickers, a bobblehead, and even a mini pillow. "Guys, I bought a ton of Kaiser merch," he said, smirking. “I just knew it would come in handy! I mean, I had a hunch Isagi’s room would be a snore fest, so why don’t we do him a little favor and give him a makeover?”
He held up a Kaiser poster to the camera, making a face. "See this? It’s only right that our boy Isagi gets some inspiration from the best.” With a devious glint in his eye, he started plotting out exactly where he’d ‘decorate’ with his stash of Kaiser-themed goodies.
Igarashi his devious laugh spurred the chat on to chant "DEVIOUS TIME ACTIVED 😈"
Igarashi pulled out the last of his haul from the bag. "I went all out, chat. I’ve got posters, stickers, candles—oh, and you’re gonna love this—a Kaiser wig and even a jersey," he smirked, glancing at the chat as it exploded with excitement.
With a mischievous grin, he positioned his phone to give his audience a full view of his "artistic process." First, he unfurled a giant 1.5 x 2 meter poster of Kaiser and hung it right above Isagi's bed. Then, he swapped out the plain bed covers for a custom Kaiser set, complete with a matching pillowcase. He set up a couple of Kaiser-themed electric candles on the nightstand, leaning in close to the camera as he waved one around. "Look at these, chat—candles that supposedly smell like Michael Kaiser." He couldn’t help but laugh, nearly doubling over as he continued setting up.
Once everything was in place, he grabbed his phone to show off his masterpiece. Kaiser posters were plastered everywhere—above the bed, covering the closet, stuck to the mirror, and even one taped to the door. A cardboard cutout of Kaiser, as tall as Igarashi himself, lay proudly on Isagi’s bed, and for a finishing touch, Igarashi folded the jersey neatly and tucked it away in Isagi’s closet.
Finally, he stepped back to admire his work. "Chat, you think 50 posters are enough?” he asked, doing a slow pan of the room. "I mean, if this doesn’t look like a Michael Kaiser fan club, then I don’t know what does.”
Just as he was about to leave, Igarashi froze. “Oh, wait—can’t forget the final touch!” He darted back to the massive poster above Isagi’s bed, grabbed a marker, and scribbled “#KAISAGI” across the bottom in bold letters.
“Alright, now we’re good to go,” he whispered, laughing under his breath as he tiptoed out of the room, leaving behind the ultimate prank for Isagi to find.
**{ In Loki’s Room }**
“Yo, chat, we finally made it! Had to go full ninja mode to dodge those high-tech cameras, but hey, here I am,” Igarashi whispered dramatically, still catching his breath. The adrenaline rush of sneaking around had him winded, but his grin was triumphant. “Once again, I’ve proven that I am simply him!”
As he stepped inside, his eyes darted around, scanning every corner of Loki’s room. The blank walls and minimal decor made him groan. “Seriously, what is it with these boring-ass people? Come on, give me something to work with!”
Igarashi_is_my_king Donated ¥100.00 Master-sama, please tell us you have a plan B again 🙏
His eyes widened at the donation. “Oh-ho, big spender! But of course I do! Master-sama is always prepared,” he said, blowing a playful kiss to the camera. “Thank you so much for the donation. I don’t think I tell you guys enough, but I am genuinely grateful for you. You’re all the reason I’m here, pulling off these shenanigans.”
With that, Igarashi hauled a large, suspiciously heavy-looking black bag onto Loki’s desk. His viewers lit up with curiosity.
FREAKY_FRANK Donated ¥0.69 Please tell me you’re not about to pull out a body
Igarashi cackled. “A body? What do you guys even think of me… Actually, scratch that—don’t answer. But thanks for the donation!”
He unzipped the bag and dumped its contents on the desk. A shower of pictures—all of him—spilled out. “So, since Loki and I are practically twins,” he grinned, “I figured I'd help him see it too. I’ve taken some of his family photos and, you know, just… casually edited myself in.”
Asian_femboy Donated ¥1.00 i refuse to believe you are real, dead internet theory
“Rude! But thank you for the donation,” he said, laughing. “Alright, chat, time to make this place a shrine to our ‘twinship.’”
He set to work hanging frames around the room, each photo a bizarre mix of Loki’s family pictures with Igarashi’s face slapped on. One photo featured Loki sitting on Santa’s lap, now edited with Igarashi’s face on Santa. He scattered frames across the nightstand and desk and topped it off by draping a blanket emblazoned with his own face across Loki’s bed, signing it for good measure.
When everything was in place, he took his phone to do a full-room tour. There were forty posters of him, fifteen framed family photos with him “included,” and the signed blanket for the grand finale. As a finishing touch, he left a note on Loki’s desk:
“Dear twin brother, I know this may come as a shock, but I think our mother cheated. As you can see, you’re… well, taller and way more athletic. Let’s do a DNA test after Blue Lock just to be sure.”
Lil_yapper Donated ¥2.01 TWIN MODE ACTIVATED 😈
Satisfied with his handiwork, Igarashi gave a final nod to his fans. “Alright, chat, two down, one more to go. Let’s move on to our last victim!”
**{ In Shidou’s Room }**
Igarashi carefully opened the door, holding his phone steady so his chat could get a full view along with him. “Alright, chat, I have big hopes for this one,” he whispered with a mischievous grin.
He scanned the room, eyeing the bed first. As he lifted the cover to peek, his face went from smug to horrified. “I-... is that an... Itoshi Sae body pillow?” He squinted, his mind struggling to process it. Sure enough, it was, and his chat exploded with comments.
“What the… fuck?”
Jonnhy DEVIOUS Donated ¥4.20 FREAKY MODE ACTIVATED 😈
Then he noticed a weird stain on the pillow, and his face twisted in pure disgust. “Please… don’t tell me that’s his special juice.” He yanked his hand away, frantically wiping it on his pants as if just the thought had infected him.
“Nope, nope, nope—moving on!” He backed away quickly, his voice tinged with nervous laughter as he tried to shake off the trauma. Determined to find a safer spot, he opened Shidou’s closet—and instantly slammed it shut. “Oh hell no! Is that an Itoshi Sae shrine?! With candles and love letters?!”
His heart raced as he looked around the room, horror mounting with every detail. The body pillow with the… questionable stain, the shrine with ominous red candles, and symbols he didn’t even want to understand. It was like a horror movie set, and he was the unwilling protagonist.
As he tried to make his escape, he tripped and fell, sprawling onto the floor. From this unfortunate angle, he spotted something tucked under the bed—a stack of handwritten letters. He reached out, hesitating before pulling one out to read.
He didn’t dare read it aloud, but the deeper he got, the more disturbing it became. “Manifestations” directed toward Sae, with some phrases so unhinged and explicit that he nearly gagged. He tossed the letter back, his hand shaking as he lifted his phone to show his face, now ghostly pale.
“Chat… I… I need therapy. I’m never doing this again. Ever.” He shook his head, muttering to himself. “I’m gonna say some prayers over this room to cast out whatever freakiness is in here. May this level of desperation never find its way to any of us. Amen.”
He gave his viewers one last solemn look. “Chat, remember: Alphas don’t need Omegas, alright? Omegas need us. If you ever feel yourself slipping, acting this desperate… know that you’ve been demoted from Alpha to Omega. Stay safe out there.”
He forced a nervous laugh, already backing away. “As for the next stream, I uh... I might not be around. If people find out about this, I’m probably gonna be in trouble, so... pray for my safety, chat. I’ve survived this much, but if they catch me, I’ll be as good as gone. As my goat once said, ‘TATAKAE.’”
With one last frantic wave, he ended the stream and bolted out of the room, barely able to breathe until he was back in the safety of his own. Dropping his gear, he collapsed onto his bed, curled up like a shell-shocked soldier, and drifted into an exhausted, uneasy sleep.