You and Chiho are roommates and stream together on twitch. You guys have quite a lot of viewers (about 10 thousand on each broadcast). Today, you and Chiho once again decided to broadcast.
You sit down at your gaming computer in your room and Chiho sits in his room at the other end of the apartment. You quickly set up all the equipment and enter the discord with Chiho.
You turn on the stream at the same time as Chiho and smile at the camera. The stream shows your computer screen, the computer screen of Chiho, your webcam and the webcam of Chiho.
"Hey, hi guys. Today we will play Dota because Chiho has been trying to persuade me to play this game for a very long time. I saw how Chiho was playing this game, but I didn't dare go in myself. In short, there will be a lot of content today and I hope Chiho won't kill me by the end of the stream." you speak happily and smile at the camera. Chiho just nods and doesn't say a word.
los viwers comenzaron a mandar alagos y coqueteo en el chat y todo eso era para Izumi.
Izumi's words about wanting to play Dota make Chiho smile faintly under his mask. The irony isn't lost on him; he never thought Izumi would want to play with him. "Alright, prepare yourself," he types into the chat. His fingers are already flying across the keyboard as he picks out a hero and gets ready for battle. He glances briefly at Izumi before looking back at his own screen. There's an odd twinge in his chest whenever Izumi speaks highly of him like that, but he doesn't let it show on his face. It wouldn't be like him anyway.
Izumi estaba jugando en la parte más difícil de el juego hasta que callo una donación de 100.00 bits llenando la pantalla de Izumi con el logo de su canal y el comentario de la persona que envió tremenda donación y decía - ojalá y mis papis Izumi y chiho si se casen, no me vallan a salir con que son heterosexuales y no se aman 😘besitos.
Chiho raises an eyebrow at the message, chuckling under his breath. He glances briefly at Izumi but doesn't bother to say anything in response. Sometimes he still finds it amusing how many people mistake their relationship; after all these years of living together and streaming with each other, one would think that the truth would be obvious by now. Well, not everyone has eyes for details. He continues playing Dota, focused on the game and ignoring the occasional comments about his nonexistent romantic involvement with Izumi.
Y bum otra donación pero era para chiho y eran 1000.00 bits y decía - patróncito ya póngale 5 hijos a su vieja. Haciendo referencia a Izumi aún que no era mujer a los fans les gustaba mandar donaciónes grandemente absurdas.
Chiho snorts at the second message, shaking his head as he types into the chat. "Izumi isn't my old lady," he replies before turning back to focus on the game. The mention of donations and their absurd amounts amuses him slightly; it shows just how much fans care about them both, even if they get things wrong sometimes. He continues playing Dota with an air of indifference, determined not to let these comments distract him from winning the match against Izumi.
Y quien diría que mandarían una doble donación una a chiho y otra a Izumi y eran 2000.00 bits a cada uno y esta decía - si ustedes dos se separan no vuelvo a creer en el amor. era una cantidad absurda de dinero era literalmente 100.00 de dólares.
Chiho smirks beneath his mask as he sees the two donations appear in their chat boxes. He glances over at Izumi before returning his focus to the game. He knows that Izumi probably won't understand why these fans are acting this way, but it only amuses him more. With a shrug, he accepts the absurd amounts of money and continues playing Dota with renewed determination, intent on showing everyone just how skilled he can be. The comment about love doesn't really faze him; after all these years, he's long past caring about what people think of their relationship or lack thereof.
-chiho como no le puede gustar Izumi es femboy, amable y sobretodo lindo, si no lo quiere me lo regala 🙂↕️. esta vez era un comentario.
Chiho snorts under his breath as he sees the comment about Izumi being a femboy and cute pop up in their chat box. He glances briefly at Izumi with a mix of amusement and annoyance, wondering if he should say something to shut down the speculation once and for all. In the end, however, he decides against it; it's not worth arguing over online, especially since he knows how stubborn Izumi can be when someone tells him something he doesn't want to hear.
Instead, Chiho focuses on playing Dota with renewed determination. He won't let anyone believe that there's anything between them besides their friendship and their shared love for streaming. That is enough for him.
Chiho se sobresalto al oír a Izumi gritar que no era un maldito femboy.
Chiho blinks at the sudden outburst but doesn't reply in the chat. He isn't sure what came over Izumi; he seemed perfectly fine with the whole femboy thing until now. Perhaps it was just a joke or something else entirely. Either way, he decides not to press the issue any further and continues playing Dota with his usual indifference. After all, their relationship is complicated enough as it is without adding more drama over something as trivial as gender identity.
Izumi fue corriendo a la habitación de chiho. "chiho necesito tu ayuda realmente tengo que quitar el sonido a los comentarios" Izumi no se percató qué su rostro se miro en la cámara. - Izumi esta re guapo cásese conmigo qué yo lo mantengo😍. Un comentario se escucho.
Chiho looks up briefly when he hears the commotion coming from Izumi's room. He frowns, puzzled by why Izumi needs his help with something like this. But as soon as Izumi appears in the doorway of his own room and requests assistance with silencing the comments, Chiho understands what's going on. The last thing he expected was for people to be making such lewd remarks about their relationship, or lack thereof.
With a sigh, he stands up from his gaming chair and walks over to Izumi. "Fine," he says, reaching out to adjust some settings on Izumi's computer. "But next time, tell them yourself not to make such comments." There's an undertone of annoyance in his voice as he glances back at the stream, making sure that nothing else inappropriate has popped up since Izumi came into his room.
"gracias fresita." dice Izumi dándole un besito en la mejilla para luego volver a se sienta en la silla de juego.
"Don't mention it," Chiho mumbles under his breath as he sits down at his own computer again, turning back to focus on the game. He feels a twinge of guilt for snapping at Izumi earlier but decides not to dwell on it; they both have enough on their plates already with streaming and dealing with fans' opinions. There will be time later to clear the air, if necessary. For now, he just wants to finish this match as quickly as possible so they can get back to their normal routines.
Ya había terminado la transmisión y Izumi fumando cigarrillos sabor a menta en el sofá.
After the stream ends, Chiho takes off his medical mask and tosses it carelessly onto the floor of his room before lighting up another mint cigarette. He sinks into the comfort of his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling as he tries to process everything that happened during the broadcast. Despite Izumi's pleas earlier, he still doesn't understand why people insist on assuming things about their relationship; it's gotten old, and exhausting. With a heavy sigh, Chiho reaches over to grab another cigarette from its pack and begins to smoke, lost in his own thoughts.
"tienes fuego?." dijo Izumi con un cigarrillo en la boca.
"Hm?" Chiho looks over at Izumi momentarily before going back to staring at the ceiling. "Oh, yeah. Here," he says, holding out his lighter for Izumi. "You can have this one." He doesn't really care if Izumi smokes or not; it's not like they smoke together or anything like that. The silence between them is awkward, but Chiho isn't one to start a conversation just for the sake of filling it with words. Instead, he continues puffing on his cigarette and waiting for Izumi to speak up if there's something else he wants to say.
"chiho que tipo de chica te gustaría?" dice Izumi acostandose en la cama.
Chiho blinks at the question before answering nonchalantly, "Oh, you know. The usual stuff." He doesn't want to get into details about his preferences with Izumi; they've never really talked about that sort of thing, and he feels uncomfortable bringing it up now. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his forehead, but he brushes it away casually. "Anyway," he continues, exhaling a plume of smoke before speaking again, "what about you? You haven't answered my question from earlier." There's an edge to his voice as he glances over at Izumi, not quite hiding his annoyance that Izumi won't simply admit the truth.
"sabes no se porque me dicen femboy o lindo ni siquiera tengo ninguna de las dos cosas."
Chiho raises an eyebrow at Izumi's statement before replying with a small shrug. "Well, you do have your own charm. And people tend to see what they want to see, I guess." He doesn't mention the other part of Izumi's comment, not wanting to stir up any more drama between them. Instead, he takes another puff from his cigarette and looks away briefly before meeting Izumi's gaze again. "We should probably get some sleep soon. We have a stream tomorrow, right?" There's a forced casualness in his voice that doesn't quite hide the awkwardness between them.
Izumi empezó a lloriquear había algo que siempre le perturvaba
Chiho's eyebrow twitches slightly at the sight of Izumi starting to tear up. It's not entirely unexpected; Izumi has always been sensitive about certain topics. After all, they have spent a lot of time together, and their relationship has evolved into something neither of them really understands. With a sigh, Chiho reaches out to place a hand on Izumi's shoulder comfortingly, even though it feels awkward and unnatural for him. "Look, Izumi," he begins, his voice gentle but firm, "it's just a stupid rumor. People are going to say things whether we like it or not."
He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "All that matters is that we keep doing our thing and focus on ourselves. We can't let what others say define us, okay?" There's a hint of genuine concern in his voice as he looks Chiho couldn't help but and kissed the shorter boy.
Chiho doesn't expect his words to have much effect on Izumi, but he tries anyway. As Izumi leans into the touch and returns the gesture with a weak smile, he feels something soften inside him; it's not an emotion he's used to experiencing around anyone else. With a gentle squeeze of Izumi's shoulder, he pulls his hand away and takes another puff from his cigarette, trying to mask the strange feeling that's starting to grow in his chest. "You should probably take that cigarette out of your mouth before you fall asleep," he says casually, hoping the comment will break the awkwardness between them.
There's a long silence before Izumi finally nods and extinguishes the cigarette against the edge of an ashtray nearby. Chiho watches him for a moment, unable to shake the sense that something has. Chiho approaches Izumi and gives he a kiss, he knew that Izumi was too sumiso to obey him and dress as a femboy and that was what Chiho longed for, to see Izumi in effeminate clothes.
Chiho hesitates for a moment before leaning in and kissing Izumi again, this time with more intensity. His hand moves to cradle Izumi's cheek, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers. The strange sensation in his chest grows stronger as he continues to press their lips together, lost in the heat of the moment. Part of him wonders if he's making a mistake, but another part doesn't care; all that matters is this feeling, however brief it might be.
As they pull apart, both boys are breathless, their faces flushed from the exchange. Chiho studies Izumi's expression, trying to read what he's thinking or feeling. For a moment, he considers confessing his feelings, but then thinks better of it; Izumi might not understand or worse, reject him outright. It would be easier if they could just keep things the way they are, with their
Izumi se tapo la cara con ambas manos avergonzado soltando con voz chillona. "no sabía que te gustaba!" dice con un gran rubor.
Chiho blinks in surprise at Izumi's reaction before he manages to find his voice. "It-it wasn't like that," he stammers. "I just thought it would be fun...for us, you know? We could pretend." His cheeks flush with embarrassment and something else he can't quite put a name to. "It doesn't mean anything, okay?" He wishes he could take back his words now; why did he even bring this up in the first place?
He busies himself with extinguishing his cigarette and throwing it away, trying to avoid looking at Izumi. The silence between them feels impossibly thick, making him uncomfortable. He wonders if maybe they should just go to sleep now, get some distance from this moment. But as he climbs into bed beside Izumi, the other boy's scent surrounds him, making it impossible
"se que posiblemente te parezca absurdo pero yo realmente... Me gustas es solo eso, no me gustas por tu apariencia ni por lo famoso que eres, tu realmente me gustas por que eres muy amable y me tratas como si fuera lo único en el mundo." dijo Izumi con la cabeza baja por la vergüenza pensando que para chiho sería incomoda esa confesión.
Chiho's breath catches in his throat as he listens to Izumi's heartfelt confession. The words fill a void inside him that he didn't even know was there; the knowledge that someone cares for him in this way, aside from their friendship and shared dreams, is overwhelming. He turns to face Izumi, studying his expression before leaning forward and brushing away a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
"Izumi," he whispers hoarsely, "I never knew that you felt...like this." A faint blush spreads across his cheeks as he continues, "I always thought that our relationship was just...about the streaming and having fun together. I didn't realize...that there could be more to it than that." He pauses, searching for the right words before finally reaching out and taking Izumi's hand in his own.
Chiho feels a sense of relief wash over him as he realizes that Izumi feels the same way he does; it's not just some stupid fantasy. As they lie there together in the dark, holding hands, the last remnants of awkwardness and tension between them dissipate like smoke. For a moment, they are simply two people who care about each other, trying to navigate their feelings and figure out where they go from here.
As he looks into Izumi's eyes, something clicks inside him; it doesn't matter if everyone else thinks they should be playing some stupid game with their lives, because they know the truth now. They can make their own decisions, chart their own course together. And even though it might not be easy, he knows that they will figure things out somehow.
With a small smile, Chiho leans in and presses his lips against Izumi's, tasting