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Itadori Yuuji, like most twenty-something year olds, is a university student. Unlike most twenty-something year olds, however, Itadori Yuuji found himself as a gaming streamer.
It started off as a joke, really. He was playing this one shooting game for years, by his first year of university, and he’d gotten pretty good. His streamer friend, Nobara, bet a thousand yen that Yuuji couldn’t get at least ten viewers if he streamed because of how loud he squealed and screamed, and Yuuji, like most twenty something year olds, was coincidentally broke. He’d accepted, obviously, and found himself with fifty viewers on his first stream. He’d continue streaming after the first time—just as a way to record his gameplay, he told himself—until Nobara actually joined his stream and blew up his account.
Fast forward two years, and he’d achieved a pretty humble following. Nowhere close to Nobara, who’s been streaming twice as long as Yuuji has, but high enough that he wouldn’t consider himself a small streamer, amassing a following of about a million people.
He’d move past only playing shooting games by then, instead choosing to continue with any type of game. Dress up games? Done. Horror games? Done, but at the expense of his gaming laptop for about a week because his then-roommate took away his laptop from how much he was screaming that night.
Like many other twenty-something year olds, he has a relationship. Because his then-roomate turned into his now-boyfriend, Fushiguro Megumi. They’d started dating three months ago, but he’d started liking him from the very week they met when they were 15 and incredibly stupid. There was something about him, though, something that Yuuji couldn’t resist, like the missing puzzle piece of his soul.
But Megumi was a private person, which he respected, who didn’t want to be introduced to his followers yet. Yuuji was fine, of course, as long as Megumi was comfortable. He’d continue to stream like usual, and he wouldn’t mention a boyfriend, only a roommate. And he would absolutely, under no circumstances, show Megumi off to the camera until he was comfortable. He’d cut down on his streaming schedule, too: streaming every Monday, Friday and Saturday got cut down to streaming every Monday, because Saturdays were for date nights and Mondays were for picking Megumi up from his teaching assistant job.
All in all, he was completely fine with cutting his streaming time just a bit. He’d told his fans that the college workload was getting more intense—partially true, of course—sealed with a promise to make the streams on Friday even longer.
That led him to his current predicament, stuck streaming for 6 hours on a Friday night.
He was playing a zombie-train-whatever game, an adaptation from a popular show serial where he was a high school student, forced to fight zombies on a moving train. There were different stages too, with various cutscenes spread out beneath them. He was supposed to end his stream by hour six, but judging by how hard the level is, he doesn’t think he’ll even make it in 7 hours.
“Oh my God, I’m cooked.” Yuuji exhales, maneuvering his character to a platform in the train. Zombies chase after him, groaning and moaning. He’s on 40 HP, and he’s almost out of bullets. “I hate this stupid level, I’m going to die aga—noOOOOOO!”
He runs to another compartment, trying to find bullets when he spots a crate just near the window. He rushes over there, praying that he’ll find bandages and a few bullets.
“Ah, shit, shit,” Yuuji mutters. Suddenly, a zombie creeps up behind him. He screams.
YuujiLicker:
HES SO LOUD ONG id hate to be his roommate
jjThomson:
OH MY GOD USE YOUR BAT YUUJIIIIII
ozawayuuji:
pls he's been stuck on this level for an HOUR..
TodoAoi:
MY GOAT GOT THIS
He frowns, killing the zombie with his bat. Sweat drips down his forehead. He screams as he approaches the box of crates, praying that he’ll find bullets and some bandages inside. The swarm of zombies are about to die.
“I swear, if there’s nothing in this crate..” Yuuji screams, violently clicking his mouse. “Please, please let me pass this level.”
Then, he spots it. A grenade in the crate. He grins so hard it almost hurts, rushing towards the swarm of zombies. He can’t hear much over the headphones because they’re so sound proof it’s genuinely scary. But over the groans and moans of the zombies, he thinks he might hear a banging on his door.
Then, another zombie approaches him, and he screams, killing it with his bat. He grabs the grenade.
Yuuji vaguely registers someone calling out his name, but it doesn’t matter, because the zombie is about to die and he’s so, so close to finishing this stupid level that he’s been stuck on for an hour. He throws the grenade towards the swarm of zombies, and—
THWAP!
The first thing he registers is the pain blooming in his head; a dull throbbing that’s slowly becoming more intense. Yuuji winces, rubbing the point of injury on the back of his head. The second thing he registers is his headphones, knocked to the ground on his gray carpet. They’re probably not broken, but he’ll have to check just in case. The third thing he registers is Fushiguro Megumi—his boyfriend, he thinks with joy—looking absolutely murderous.
"Owie."
“Yuuji.” Megumi pouts, crinkling his nose, and all of Yuuji’s annoyance disappears instantly, reshaping into extreme cuteness aggression. Yuuji thinks he might be falling in love again. “How many times have I told you to stop wearing those sound resistant headphones. What if there’s an explosion and your dumbass can’t even hear it because of these stupid headphones?”
Yuuji can’t help it: he starts smiling. Even when he’s annoyed at him, his boyfriend is too adorable. He throws a hand over Megumi’s waist, pulling him closer, burying himself in Megumi’s hoodie. Smells freshly-washed. He smirks, looking up. “Aw, sounds like someone is worried about me.”
Megumi’s expression softens. Yuuji can tell by the way his eyebrows twitch, then relax. It’s barely noticeable, but it's an obvious sign for an expert on Megumi Fushiguro and his hundreds of subtle expressions.
“Stupid. I was trying to study. Stop being so loud.” Megumi grumbles, looking away. But he doesn’t push Yuuji away, and there’s a faint blush on his cheeks.
“M’ sorry,” Yuuji says, genuinely apologetic. “I wasn’t watching my volume. I’ll be quieter next time. And I’ll buy a new pair of headphones! Actually, I was reading one of those pamphlets, right, and I saw these cool, not sound-proof headphones. I think I mentioned it to you a few days ago, right? I’ll go buy them right now.”
“Don’t.”
Yuuji frowns. “Huh? What do you mean don’t!? You don't have to worry, it’s not that expensive! And... I’ll be able to hear your voice better. Which is like, ten times better than any soundeffects or game soundtracks there are.”
“I meant that I already bought them for you...” Megumi mumbles, blushing. “You said you wanted them, and I was on the way home and I saw them for sale, so I got them. They didn’t have white, though, so I got you black. I can spray paint it for you if you want.”
Yuuji’s heart bursts. He feels like he could go into cardiac arrest. He can already picture it in his head: Yuuji Itadori, streamer, dies at age 20 because of his beautiful handsome amazing boyfriend. He feels his smile stretching wider, pulling Megumi into a hug from where Yuuji’s seated on the chair.
“Baby. Honey. I love you so, so much. Thank you, you’re the most thoughtful person I know.” Yuuji grins, as Megumi tries to let go of his death-grip hug. He watches as Megumi flushes more and more. Then, Yuuji lets go, choosing to sneak a hand around Megumi’s waist to keep him in place. “And I’m genuinely sorry, yeah? I’ll make you ginger chicken tonight, and we can go to the bookstore you like if it’s open today. I’ll get you, like, a thousand books!”
“It’s fine, I don’t mind. The headphones are nowhere near that expensive. Plus, the bookstore is closing in an hour.” Megumi mumbles, a smile finally forming on his face.
“We’ll just go right now!” Yuuji cheers, getting up from where he’s seated on his gaming chair. “I can complete the game another day. Wait, I’ll turn off my laptop first.”
Yuuji strides over to his desk, bending down to close the game. Luckily, he had passed the level before Megumi proceeded to absolutely hit him. He saves the progress, fumbling with the controls—stupid game interface and stupid mouse—when he spots something on the corner of his eye. A light on his webcam.
Oh shit.
His streaming software is still open. And they just watched everything that happened between him and Megumi. He frantically opens his streaming software up, checking the chat, and watches as hundreds of chats are spammed by every minute. He scrolls back up to where he last read the chat, when Megumi barged into his room. He grimaces.
doReMIFAASOOLA:
Bro WHO is knocking his door so loudly
Yukitomae:
Dis guy better open his headphones soon, prolly his mom knocking at his door….
Then..
YuujiFan67:
OH MY GOD WHO IS THISSSSSSSS????
ryukinginthewild:
IS THIS THE ROOMMATE HE’S MENTIONED AXHHASJHXBHAXA
KatsuKing:
This dumbass better take his headphones off, MIK doesn’t play about their soundproofing feature!
kamonoritoshi:
who is this are they single and what is his phone number
And then he scrolls down.
Katsukatsukatsu:
yuuji better take off his headphones that guys been calling his name out for the past minute
letmeloveyou:
bro this guy looks absolutely murderous. its kinda hot..
SoAsuuuuuw:
How are his lashes that long? Even with Yuuji’s shitty webcam quality I can see them on his face.
Again.
JeremiahoverConrad:
DID THAT GUY JUST HIT HIM LMAOOOOO
ConradOverJeremiah:
Is Yuuji being abused oh my god?
HaraKang67:
No but I’d be mad as hell if my roommate was as loud as Yuuji, that guy screams like there’s no tomorrow.. deserved.
kswnsjdncdcmk:
i wish his roommate would hit me too..
And again.
qwertyuiop123:
OH MY GOD CHAT ARE WE SEEING THIS?
nobaradabest:
DID YUUJI JUST GRAB THAT GUYS WAIST…
kamonoritoshi:
oh ok so he’s not single. great.
LowkirkenuinelyHappy:
did . did we all see that? am i hallucinating?
TamonZaki:
What??? I thought he was dating that one Roblox streamer? YukoOzawaiting?
gurtyogurt:
bro i thought he was dating NOBARA until that one stream…
And..
YuujisRoommateFan:
hi everyone new account here. so like im in love!
qwertyuiop123:
OH MY GOD YUUJIS MAKING HEARTEYES I DIDNT KNOW THAT WAS POSSIBLE IRL..
Digidam_123:
NEW HEADPHONES?? “you mentioned it to me ONCE”????
whoknowsssssssz:
BYE THEYRE ACTUALLY SO CUTE.. NEW HEADPHONES W/O ASKING?? theyre both equal parts downbad for eachother its crazy
ConradOverJeremiah:
How did Yuuji pull this goregous swan angel?
JeremiahOverConrad:
How did he pull beautiful gorjus YUUJI?
Again.
nobaraplays ✓⃝ :
they finally went public. im so proud. dyk how tiring it was to hear about yuujis “perfect, beautiful, handsome, pretty, smart, talented, hardworking, and did i mention perfect” roommate for 5 years straight? and they’ve only started dating THREE MONTHS AGO.
RielLovesVyn:
the hand around the waist??? apologizing, acknowledging your actions, offering a treat???? going insane rn. yuuji itadori u are raising the standard!
tresnotekanmati:
Um ok. Hand around the waist. The “yeah?”. Yuuji u are my precious bby. pls tell me ure acceptinmg a third.
TofuNotFound:
NOBARAPLAYS???
partyRockersinDaHouse:
5 YEARS STRAIGHT?? NOBARA IS EXPOSING THEM AHHAHAHAh
And again.
itadorizzfan:
did this dumbass forget to shut off his stream.. LMAO
gedenyacintakuluarbiasa:
BRO HE LOOKS SO PANICKED i think they were tryna keep it backstreet
Mathhhh:
POV: The look on your face after accidentally exposing your three month relationship (developed after 5 years of pining btw)
TodoAoi:
wait. but this isn’t a tall woman with a big ass??? what happneed to having standards?
KallMeKanon:
NOO DONT SHUTOFF THE STREAM
Yuuji feels absolute dread. His stupid ass forgot to shut off the stream before displaying copious, god-level amounts of PDA. He knew Megumi wanted to keep everything under the covers until he was comfortable, but now everything’s blown over. He’s definitely sleeping on the couch tonight.
Yuuji takes a deep breath. “So. Um, Megumi?”
“Did you forget to turn off your stream?” Megumi asks, sighing. There’s a subtle smirk on his face, though.
“Yeah. I am so, so, so sorry. I’ll pay for the headphones, and I’ll make you a weeks worth of ginger chicken, and I’ll drive you to all your events and I’ll make you a bubble bath and—”
“Yuuji. Hey, stop spiraling. It’s fine.” Megumi reassures, a flush on his cheeks. “I don’t mind. They were bound to find out somehow. And, I.. wanted them to know you were taken.”
Yuuji laughs, tension slipping away from his bones. He pulls Megumi into a hug, burying his head into Megumi’s shoulder. He grins. “You’re so possessive.”
“Shut up..” Megumi mumbles. Yuuji can’t see him right now, but he’s willing to bet a thousand yen that Megumi’s blushing like crazy. Suddenly, Megumi stiffens in his hold.
“Megumi? What’s up?” Yuuji asks, bringing his head up from where it was laid on Megumi’s shoulder. He frowns.
“Have you turned off your stream?”
Oh shit.
“Fuck, oh shit—I completely forgot again, oh my god please don’t kill me, I love you so much, angel on earth, my blessing, baby—”
THWAP!