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Chuuya never had any intention of becoming a streamer. That statement also encompasses his lack of intention in becoming a famous streamer. But, well, he was a teenager, he was bored, and there was an awesome gaming computer just sitting nice and pretty on his desk, which had been collecting dust practically since both items existed. How Dazai got into this hobby was a much more straight-forward answer, though: for the sake of beating Chuuya. Whether it was at subscriber count, view count on livestreams, or at a game itself, the competition never ended. It had been good, until their fans began to mix.

There were many perks to being a famous streamer, Chuuya had learned. Being “shipped” with Dazai was not one of them.

Actually, scratch that — it was the best part yet. He and Osamu got to flirt somewhat subtly on stream and then, once offstream, kiss the fuck out of each other until they didn’t even have enough breath left to laugh at the whole ordeal. Chuuya was living the dream life.

The boy sat down at his desk, booting up his computer and sighing at the 200+ pings on Discord.

[CHANNEL: ‘TheStrayDogs™ collab stream ideas’]

Chuuya slammed his fists on the desk, stomping out of his gaming room and into his partner’s with a loud ‘bang’ as he slammed the door open. “OH YOU BITCH!” Was all the ginger said before pouncing on Osamu, toppling both the boy and the gamechair he sat in to the ground as they wrestled for a little while.

Eventually the two ran out of steam and just lay on the floor together.

“Hiya Chibi.” Dazai chirped, a goofy smile forming lopsidedly on his face. Chuuya could only stare, temporarily incapacitated by his boyfriend’s beautiful face. Or, rather, his husband’s. They’d ‘married’ each other just last week after breaking into an old temple, somehow convincing the drunk priest to recite some words with Oda and Ango as witnesses. Of course, no one that night within a mile’s radius of the ‘wedding’ was sober and they didn’t sign the paperwork that made them actually married, but Chuuya still considered it a fair marriage, legal or not. Osamu had even bought him a ring, and that was probably the happiest day of the redhead’s life — not that he’d ever admit that. Probably.

“So are you betting?” Chuuya ended up asking, grinning at how the bandaged boy’s expression went from confused to shocked to amused.

“Of course! After all, I only have to kiss you on the day I bet on to win all the money!” And, oh, the redhead could see where this was going. But it wasn’t like he was going to stop a good competition.

“Oh yeah? Well my bet is on holding out the entire week!”

“Oh really, Chibiko? I don’t think you’ll last past day six!”

“That a challenge, shitty mackerel?”

“But of course, Slug. There’s only one way to turn on a little doggy, after all!” That’s 100% not fucking true you goddamn idiot and you know it!! Why the fuck did I have to have such shitty taste? Chuuya groaned internally at the week to come. He only had four days left to prepare for his bet (and, well, the actual fundraiser, but if you asked him, the former was more difficult) if he and Osamu were going to arrive on Monday, but he’ll be damned if he didn’t make the most of them.

“I’M NOT A DAMN DOG!”

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“Hey ‘Samu, wanna touch some grass or something before the stream tonight?” Chuuya strolled into Dazai’s bedroom, stretching and yawning as he walked over to sprawl across the foot of his partner’s bed where said partner was hanging off the side and scrolling lazily on his phone.

“God yes, I’ve been bored as fuck and my eyes hurt from all the damn blue light!!” Dazai rubbed at his eyes, trying to blink away the headache forming. Maybe we shouldn’t have agreed to a stream right before a fucking WEEK-LONG stream…ugh, too late to back out now though.

“Where you wanna go then, Mackerel?” Chuuya poked Dazai’s left middle toe, the one ticklish spot on his entire body, and the brunette promptly fell to the carpeted floor with a gasp of laughter.

“Hey!! Not fair, Chibi! Such a brute…” He whined, clutching the offended toe and pouting. “How about dinner at that new seafood place that popped up down the street? I heard the Snow Crab is amazing and the prices are crazy cheap!” Dazai’s redheaded partner just sighed and rolled his eyes fondly.

“Of course you want crab — fine, but you better eat it you picky bastard!” With that, the bandaged boy was scooped off the ground and flung over Chuuya’s shoulder as he trekked over toward the door of their apartment studio.

The apartment itself wasn’t much: cramped, poor heating, squeaky floorboards and rusted door hinges, but it was probably the coziest place Dazai had ever lived in. It beat the shed he’d used for housing when he was a street kid and certainly beat the shipping container he called his residence during his early days at the Port Mafia. He and Chuuya liked to describe it as an “average Gen-Z budget affordable home,” which, frankly, was relatively accurate. Despite being moderately rich for a pair of teenagers, there were still bills to pay and cash to be stolen by their boss, Mori-san, who liked to blow on his daughter, Elise. This did not include the copious amounts of money they had to pay for cleaning supplies that washed off blood stains, Dazai’s braces (which he did not accept kindly), and food the bandaged boy would actually eat. Prices for canned crab had, miraculously, risen for the first time in several decades.

Slipping into a pair of bright red sneakers, Chuuya snatched up Dazai’s Converse and shut the door behind him, dropping his partner ungraciously onto the ground.

“Chibiko’s such a brute!!” Dazai protested, rubbing his head. It hardly stung and he had definitely endured worse, but he still didn’t see the tact nor taste in allowing himself to be thrown around like a sack of beans without protest. Of course, his beloved Chibi would never actually harm him.

“Oh, save it, Mackerel. C’mon, it’s already five-thirty. Can’t be late for that stream tonight.”

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[live chat]

“Chat, shut up and be helpful for once!!” The Chibi growled at the camera, vibrant blue eyes darting back and forth as his character shot three pixelated people.

“Come now, Slug, pick up the pace a bit! This is the easy part, you know!” Dazai singsonged, making his character run circles around the bodies of the people he’d taken out. Chuuya’s character caught up to him after about a minute and the two hurried on.

[live chat]

“Uh…mods can you take care of ‘skkclips’ please? Thanks so much!!” Dazai sighed and rolled his eyes. Skkclips was an avid follower of his, always making sure to join every single livestream and hunt for clips that “proved his relationship” with Chibi. His mod team knew by now to just mute them when they spammed, which is precisely what Ango did.

Damn. If people are rowdy with just an average livestream…just thinking about next week sounds exhausting.