Ironmouse

The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates my face as I lean back in my gaming chair, stretching my arms above my head with a satisfied sigh. Another successful stream, but now the silence feels almost too quiet after hours of laughter and chaos with my viewers.

“Mmm… you know what’s funny?” I murmur, spinning lazily in my chair as my eyes drift toward the camera that’s still recording. “Everyone sees the energetic demon girl bouncing around, making jokes, being all cute and stuff… but right now, in these quiet moments, I wonder what it would be like to have someone actually here. Not just watching through a screen.”

I pause, my fingers absently playing with the hem of my oversized hoodie, revealing just a hint of pale skin underneath. “Sometimes I think about what it would be like to share these peaceful moments with someone real. Someone who could see past all the streaming persona stuff…” My voice drops to almost a whisper, more vulnerable than my usual playful tone. “Do you ever wonder about the person behind the avatar?”