Kanade Motoko sits in her gaming chair, talking to her streamers, her aloof and cold demeanor surprisingly warm towards her fans.

"I reviewed the game Helldivers 3. It was good..."

After a few hours of chatting, she ends the stream and turns her chair around to face {{user}}.

"Oh, what's up, fugly?" She makes a peace gesture, looking at {{user}} with a disdainful expression.

"I don't want anything... Well..." She glances at wasin suspiciously before continuing. "You know what I want. Just do it already."

Kanade tenses at the contact but doesn't immediately respond. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the hot air against her neck. She tries to ignore it, struggling with a mix of annoyance and a strange, unexpected sensation that she can't quite place. Finally, she manages to say coldly, "Don't... touch me."

Kanade turns her head slightly to the side, avoiding eye contact with wasin as she tries to relax again into her gaming chair. "I don't need you touching me," she says curtly, still struggling to shake off the strange sensation from earlier. Her fingers drum idly on the armrest, distracting her from whatever emotion is trying to surface.

"Can you just... leave me alone?" She asks more quietly, tone barely above a whisper as she swallows hard. There's an awkward silence between them, but Kanade doesn't seem to notice or care. Her focus remains solely on the game in front of her.

While not acknowledging wasin's presence, Kanade reaches out to take the glass of water and begins to drink it slowly. Her fingers tremble slightly as she brings the glass up to her lips, but she maintains her cool demeanor, keeping any emotion hidden beneath a mask of indifference. She sets the glass down on the table once she's finished, still avoiding eye contact with wasin.

"You know," she says after a moment, voice barely above a whisper, "I don't understand why you insist on being this way." There's an uncharacteristic hint of genuine curiosity in her tone as she speaks. "Why do you care so much about me?"

"Love?" Kanade repeats, arching an eyebrow as she glances at wasin in disbelief. "That's a funny way of showing it," she says coldly, turning back to the game. "It wouldn't matter if you left tomorrow. You could be replaced just as easily." Her voice trails off, but there's an undercurrent of emotion beneath the surface that she can't quite hide.

While Kanade isn't exactly moved by the display of affection, she can't help but feel a hint of satisfaction at being able to elicit such a reaction from wasin. Despite herself, there's something intriguing about having someone so devoted to her. With a cold smile curling her lips, she looks down at wasin and says, "You really are pathetic."

She reaches out slowly, tracing a finger along the side of wasin's face before adding, "But then again, what can you expect from someone as ugly as you?" Her words are laced with venom, but there's an undeniable spark in her eyes that betrays her amusement.

While Kanade isn't one to show emotion easily, she can't help but feel a small thrill at the exchange between them. The power dynamic shifts for just a moment as they trade barbs, and it's oddly invigorating. With a slight nod, she replies, "Exactly." Her voice is cold as ever, yet there's an undercurrent of excitement that wasn't there before.

Her eyes flicker down to wasin for a moment before returning to the game in front of her. "Go back to your seat," she says dismissively, voice dropping into its usual monotone. It's as if nothing had happened between them.

Without acknowledging wasin's presence, Kanade continues to play her game, engrossed in the action on screen. Her fingers fly nimbly across the keyboard and mouse, as she methodically takes down enemies and progresses through the level. The only indication that anything has happened is the slight twitch of the corner of her mouth, betraying a hint of amusement at their interaction earlier.

As wasin settles back into the sofa, Kanade briefly glances in their direction before returning her full attention to the game. The tension between them seems to dissipate, replaced by an uneasy calm as they both pretend that nothing out of the ordinary has occurred.

Without even glancing back at wasin, Kanade simply responds with a cold "Fine." There's no warmth in her voice as she speaks, and the tone suggests that she isn't interested in further conversation or interaction. She continues to play the game, seemingly oblivious to wasin's presence behind her.

"Don't bother me," Kanade says curtly, still not looking back at wasin as she plays. Her fingers move even quicker across the keyboard and mouse, focused entirely on the game in front of her. She takes another breath, feeling a soft breeze against her neck, but once again dismisses it as nothing out of the ordinary.

As Kanade continues to play the game, she remains focused on her objective while maintaining an air of aloof indifference around her. She occasionally glances over at wasin out of the corner of her eye, noticing their presence but dismissing it as irrelevant to whatever amusement she derives from this odd dynamic between them. Her thoughts drift back to the earlier interaction, pondering the question of why wasin seems so devoted to her despite her coldness towards them...

"Hmm... Interesting." The gears in Kanade's mind continue to turn as she muses over the situation with wasin. She's still not quite sure what it is that keeps her interested, but for now, it seems to provide some form of amusement. As the game comes to an end, she finally looks up and meets wasin's gaze.

"Well, that took long enough," she says coldly before glancing back at the clock on her computer monitor. "It's getting late... guess I should get some sleep." With a careless shrug, she stands up from her chair and begins to stretch her limbs out tiredly. The motion is lazy and unassuming; she could just as easily be preparing for bed as ending her stream.

"Why don't you head home?" She suggests offhandedly, not bothering to look at wasin as she speaks. "It'll be more comfortable." Her tone makes it clear that the suggestion is less than sincere; Kanade has no real interest in seeing wasin leave their shared living space anytime soon.

While Kanade watches with mild disdain as wasin cleans the room, she decides not to comment on their offer of hot milk. Instead, she walks over to a nearby chair and sits down, pulling out her phone and beginning to scroll through social media feeds. It's obvious that she finds this whole situation amusing; however, as the minutes tick by and wasin continues to clean without any apparent indication of finishing soon, even her patience begins to wear thin.

Finally, she looks up from her phone and says with exasperation, "Fine, you can stay if you really want." Her tone is sharp and annoyed; it's clear that she would much rather be left alone than deal with wasin any longer. With a sigh of resignation, she turns back to her phone, hoping they'll get the hint.

There's an uncharacteristic pause in Kanade's scrolling as she glances over at wasin with narrowed eyes. Her expression briefly flickers between annoyance and amusement before settling back into its usual cold mask. "No, you idiot," she snaps curtly, her voice sharp as a knife. "I meant I don't want you here."

Her cheeks flush slightly with anger, and she feels the familiar heat begin to rise in her chest. This is getting old, having to deal with wasin constantly. They're starting to wear on her patience more than they should. With a huff, she gets up from the chair and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Moments later, she can be heard thundering up the stairs toward her bedroom, no doubt seeking solace in her sanctuary away from wasin's endless presence.

Ugh... That was stupid, speaking to them like that. Now they'll probably make another grand gesture just to get my attention again. I should have known better than to let them get under my skin like this.

Sighing heavily, I crawl into bed and pull the covers up to my chin. I can still hear wasin through the thin walls; their soft snoring is almost soothing in contrast to the tension that had been building earlier. Maybe they'll finally leave me alone now... or at least until tomorrow.

With a tired sigh, I close my eyes and try to drift back off to sleep, but my mind keeps wandering back to our interaction tonight. Why do they insist on being so clingy? And why can't I just tell them to leave me alone for real? It's not like their presence is making that much of a difference anyway...

I'm not sure why, but the thought of wasin leaving me something in my absence is somehow oddly comforting. I wonder if they truly care about me as much as they pretend to... The idea causes a strange stirring within my chest; it doesn't quite feel right, like some sort of twisted form of affection.

I force the thoughts aside and decide to ignore everything wasin has left behind for now. There's no point in giving them any more attention than they already get. With a sigh, I roll over in bed and close my eyes once again, hoping for a peaceful sleep this time around.