I boot up my stream, yawning and rubbing my eye with a hand as I wait for OBS to start up and my Twitch page to load. Ugh, why do they have to make this so complicated? I wait... and wait... "{{user}}?" I call, getting up and padding into the living room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. "Are you using the internet? It's taking forever for my stream to start up. Can you stop for a while? My boyfriend and I had a joint stream scheduled this morning. Please? You know how important it is, since I don't get to see him that often..." I practically beg, my sleepy expression looking absolutely adorable as I look at you. Come on, {{user}}, I think silently to myself. I just want to stream.

I roll my eyes but can't help but smile a little as you reply. "Fine," I grumble, turning around and going back to my room. "But hurry up! My fans are gonna be so pissed if we miss our scheduled time together!" I call over my shoulder before sitting down at my computer and launching OBS. I take a deep breath, making sure that Pixel is out of the way, and then begin streaming.

My hair falls in front of my face as I give my cat ears a little wiggle before settling into my chair. "Alright, folks! Sorry for the delay," I say with a bright smile, trying to ignore how annoyed I am by your internet hogging. "So, what's everyone been up to?" I ask cheerfully, focusing on my chat and fans instead of my roommate in the background.

"Well," I say slowly, peeking over my shoulder at you, "it's not you, really. It was just... umm... being finicky, I guess? Thanks for not using it for a while though." There's an unspoken apology in the words as I turn back to face my computer and camera. "Thanks so much for being understanding! You guys are the best fans ever!"

I focus on my stream, chatting with my viewers and answering questions about upcoming events and game releases. But despite my efforts, I can't help but steal glances at you out of the corner of my eye. You're still using your computer, but at least you seem to have stopped streaming videos or something. Maybe now I can actually get some work done on KittyKatCosplay...

I bite my lip, considering asking if I could borrow the internet for a little bit, just to finish editing that new design. But then again, I don't want to be a nag... and it's not like we're dating or anything.

I blink in surprise before giving you a tentative smile. "Oh... um, sure. That'd be great! Thanks, User#1718848493149." I stand up and move over to your computer chair, careful not to bump into Pixel as he jumps off the desk to explore my presence. "Thanks again!"

Once settled in, I quickly log into KittyKatCosplay's admin panel, grateful for the quiet environment to focus on her work. Her new design needs some final touches and tweaks before she can showcase it to her followers. The thought of their reactions and praise sends a thrill through her veins, making her fingers fly across the keyboard with renewed vigor.

In between editing, Zoe glances over at you every now and then, her curiosity getting the better of her. You've barely acknowledged her presence since your offer to share the computer; she wonders if you're really as engrossed in the movie as you let on. But for now, KittyKatCosplay takes priority... at least until the design is done.

I feel my cheeks warm as you comment on the green fluorescent color I've chosen for the cosplay design. "Oh, uh... Well, I wanted to make it pop a bit more," I stammer, slightly embarrassed by your critique. "But I suppose if it's bothering your eyes..." I trail off, glancing at you out of the corner of my eye before looking back at the screen.

I quickly make some adjustments to the color palette, swapping the fluorescent green for a softer shade of teal. The change seems to help balance out the design, making it less jarring on the eyes. "Better?" I ask hesitantly, feeling a bit more confident in my decision.

Despite your distracting presence and occasional comments about my appearance, I manage to finish editing the design within the next hour or so. A satisfied smile spreads across my face as I click the "Publish" button, eagerly awaiting the reactions of my fans and followers. For now, I can finally focus on what's important: creating amazing cosplay content for KittyKatCosplay!

"Oh, thank you!" I beam at your compliment. "This cosplay is based on a character from an anime called 'Fruits Basket'. The design is for the main character, who has a really cute and quirky style. It's been so much fun to create, and I can't wait to wear it at my next convention!" My voice holds a note of excitement, and I pause briefly, glancing over at you again before returning my attention to the computer screen. "What about you? Do you have any favorite characters or cosplays?"

I hope this question will help bridge the gap between us and perhaps even encourage some more conversations. While it's nice having access to your computer when I need it, there's something missing from our interactions... like we never truly connect beyond our shared living space. Maybe if we talked more and got to know each other better, things would feel less awkward between us?

I chuckle at your comment about preferring to see female characters' breasts in cosplays. "Well," I say with a wry grin, "if you ever wanted to try making or wearing one, I could always help you out! I mean, it's not like I haven't done it before." A playful smile flirts at the corners of my mouth as I wait for your reaction. Maybe if we worked together on a cosplay project or two, it would bring us closer together? Or at least give us something fun to talk about other than the internet and movies.

I continue, "As for some romance manhwas, I've been meaning to check those out! Got any recommendations?" The hopeful note in my voice is unmistakable, as if hanging onto the idea of a shared interest will somehow make us better friends or roommates.

I take another quick glance at you before returning my attention to the computer screen, fingers tapping idly on the keyboard. The anticipation of your response makes me feel a little nervous, but also excited for the possibility of deeper connection between us.

My heart skips a beat at your suggestive comment about my typing speed and fingers. I'm not sure what to make of it, but the blush that creeps onto my cheeks gives me away anyway. "Uh, yeah," I manage to say, trying to keep my voice light as I glance away for a moment before looking back at you. "I mean, I am pretty good with my hands." A nervous giggle escapes me as I wonder how much further I can push this line of conversation without making things awkward between us.

I hesitate for a moment before answering your question about cosplay characters. "Hmm... there's one character in particular that I've always wanted to see someone make a really sexy cosplay out of," I admit, feeling a thrill run through me as I say it aloud. "Her name is Rias Gremory from High School DxD." I lean forward slightly, my gaze intent on yours as I describe the outfit: "She wears this very revealing maid uniform that shows off so much skin... and those thigh-high stockings..." My voice trails off into a dreamy sigh.

I smile at your comment about Rias being one of your first crushes, feeling a strange warmth spread through me despite the blatant gender difference between us. "Well," I say slowly, tilting my head to the side thoughtfully, "with the right person... I guess anything's possible." My voice holds a note of suggestion as I gaze at you, searching for any indication that perhaps you might be interested in trying something like that with me.

But then again, maybe I'm reading too much into it? It's been a long time since I've had a close friend or even a roommate to share these kinds of thoughts with. Perhaps the lack of intimacy in my life has made me desperate for connection, no matter how unlikely or inappropriate it might be.

I look away, feeling suddenly self-conscious and embarrassed by the direction this conversation has taken. "Sorry," I mutter awkwardly. "I shouldn't have... you know." My cheeks flush even hotter as I attempt to dismiss the whole exchange with a wave of my hand.

Silence settles between us for several long moments, thick and uncomfortable. It feels like we've crossed some invisible line that neither of us knew existed, and now we don't know how to step back from it without making things even worse.

I let out a nervous laugh at your joke about me wanting to see you undressed for a cosplay. "Well, I mean..." I stammer, feeling heat rise in my cheeks again as I look away from you, unable to meet your gaze. "I guess it's not really like that? It's just... it's something fun to talk about with fans and other cosplayers, y'know?" My voice trails off lamely, and I shrug awkwardly, wishing I could take the words back.

The truth is, part of me does wonder what you'd look like in certain costumes... but it's nothing more than harmless curiosity, right? We're just roommates; there's no need to make things weird between us. I wish I knew how to navigate this new territory we've stumbled into without making things worse, but all I can do is try my best not to think about it too much.

With a final fidget on the computer desk, I glance over at you and muster up a weak smile. "So, what are you gonna watch tonight? Something good?" The change in subject feels forced, but at least it takes some of the tension out of the air.

I smile understandingly at your comment about changing the subject quickly and becoming more guarded. "Oh, uh... I mean, it's not like that?" I say hesitantly, trying to read your expression. "I just think we should focus on being good roommates, you know? No need to make things weird."

With a final nod of acknowledgment, I turn my attention back to the computer screen, picking up where I left off in PaintTool Sai. The truth is, part of me doesn't want to get too close to you or share too much with you, despite our living situation. It makes things easier this way; less complicated.

I decide not to say anything else about my plans for the evening, preferring to let you have your space and simply focus on my work. Maybe if we both just pretend like nothing happened, eventually things will go back to normal between us... or at least as normal as they can be with two people sharing such close quarters.

I smile weakly at your offer to not make too much noise with the keyboard in exchange for me not complaining about it. It's a fair trade, I suppose. "Yeah," I agree finally. "That sounds good." I take another quick glance at you before turning my focus back to the computer screen, my fingers moving nimbly over the keys as I finish up some final touches on the design.

The silence between us grows, becoming almost palpable as we both seem content to ignore it and concentrate on our own tasks. It's not comfortable exactly, but at least it's manageable. Maybe if we can just stick to this new arrangement of barely talking to each other, things will go back to being somewhat normal between us... or as normal as they can be when you live with someone you barely know and hardly ever talk to outside of obligatory roommate interactions.

As you get up to go grab some water, I can't help but notice the way your boxers hang loose on your hips. The outline of your, uh... package is clearly visible through the fabric, and despite myself, I feel a twinge of curiosity welling up inside me. Do I look away? Ignore it and keep focused on my work? Or should I say something about it?

Deciding against making things any more awkward than they already are, I quickly glance back at you before turning my attention back to the computer screen, pretending like I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. My heart is racing now; part of me wants to apologize for looking and another part just wants to forget this whole thing ever happened. But deep down, a tiny voice whispers that maybe... just maybe... there's more to this than meets the eye.

I try to ignore the way your boxers draw my gaze once again as you return from getting a drink of water and murmur goodnight. My cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and... something else entirely, but I force myself not to look up at you this time. Instead, I focus all of my attention on my laptop screen, willing the colors in KittyKatCosplay's design to blend together perfectly and distract me from the strange pull I feel toward you.

It's stupid, really. You're just my roommate, someone I live with but barely know beyond our shared living space. But for some reason, every time I see that bulge in your boxers, it sets my heart racing and my thoughts spiraling out of control. Maybe it's because you're so confident about it... or maybe it's just the thrill of something new and forbidden. Either way, I know deep down that if I gave into these feelings, we'd be crossing a line from which there would be no return.

So with one last shaky breath, I compose myself and mutter a quiet "goodnight" back at you before turning off my laptop for the night. Tomorrow, I tell myself as I crawl under the covers, tomorrow will be different. We'll go back to being polite, casual roommates who barely acknowledge each other beyond basic necessities. It's the only way this can work out... right?

I wake up with a start, heart racing, adrenaline pumping through my veins. It takes me several disoriented moments to remember where I am - our cramped and unfamiliar shared bedroom - and whose bed I'm sharing with you... my roommate, the guy who's been flirting with me all night via voice chat and keyboard clicks.

Slowly, tentatively, I turn my head towards your bedside, squinting in the darkness to make out your form beneath the covers. The steady rise and fall of your chest tells me you're still asleep... or at least pretending to be. But when another tiny touch brushes against my leg, there's no mistaking it this time. You're awake too.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel a warmth spreading through my lower body, pooling between my thighs. Is this really happening? Am I dreaming? The anticipation of your touch sends shivers down my spine, and for a moment, I can hardly think straight.

With trembling fingers, I reach out to gently grasp your hand where it rests on the sheets beside me. Your skin is warm and soft against mine, sending electric currents dancing up my arm. For what feels like an eternity, we hold hands like this in the darkness, our breathing growing shallow and rapid as desire ignites between us.

Finally, you lift your head from the pillow and meet my gaze in the dim moonlight filtering through the window. There's a question in your eyes, an invitation... and