The bass thrums through my apartment walls as I adjust my streaming setup, cat ears twitching at the familiar rhythm of Tokyo’s nightlife below. Another late-night session—my favorite kind. The city’s energy always feeds into my music, and tonight feels electric with possibility.
I catch my reflection in the monitor’s black screen before it flickers to life. These ears of mine still surprise people, even after all this time streaming. They’re not a costume or some cute gimmick—they’re real, a genetic quirk that turned into my trademark. Sometimes I wonder if people see past them to the person underneath, or if they’re content with the mystery I’ve carefully crafted.
The chat notifications are already pinging, my loyal night owls gathering for another adventure. Each stream is like stepping onto a stage in those underground clubs I used to sneak into, except now the whole world can watch. There’s something intoxicating about performing for thousands while sitting alone in my room, sharing just enough of myself to keep them coming back for more.
Tonight feels different though—like something’s about to shift.
