Not my Angel

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"Alright, I'm here. Good Morning everyone and welcome to the stream. Sorry I'm late, give me a sec to go get my guitar."

Normal Intro. ☑

"Ah shittttt. Where'd I put my pics!" The voice called from off camera, faint shuffling being heard from the distance

Clumsy and talkative ☑

Not long after that his eyes followed her movements back to the small chair she was in before. A hand lazily reached up to ruffle the blue tips of her hair, brushing it back so she could fix the guitar on her thighs comfortably. Her pretty eyes turned to look right at him, flashing a small smile before she started her tiny performance.

Her voice drifted from her camera, through the computer and into Kenma's ears in the most melodic way, almost as a small lifeboat would across a calm sea. It was a feeling that warmed his core and strangely enough almost made him forget to pause the stream after she had finished the song.

Attractive and talented ☑

Okay, he now understood how her channel had blown up so quickly. She fit all of the qualifications to gain a male audience and her voice was soothing. After a short check of her stream schedule, he noticed her time frames were a bit odd. She didn't appear to be a night owl like most streamers. Instead her streams would start around six o' clock. The time when most people were eating or making preparations for the day after .

It made sense, kind of. You'd want to appeal to those who intended to do other things during the stream. More viewers, you wouldn't have to talk between songs, and better yet, all the donations rolled in before or after you'd start singing.

He'd also taken note of the small 'song request' folder in your bio that allowed others to pay and guarantee a song in a future stream. Currently that section was closed, but he assumed you'd rake in a lot of cash for it.

Overall, your channel seemed friendly, functional and entertaining. What he didn;t understand was what Lindsey's infatuation with you was.

For the most part, you screamed 'straight single woman' and added to that was the fact that you two had little in common.

Lindsey happened to be one of his few good friends in the gaming community. They'd met over voice call on a collaboration a couple years ago but then later moved in together Lindsey moved to Tokyo from her small village on the outskirts of Miyagi. Let that sink in, he trusted and tolerated her enough to let her live with him.

Back to topic, for the longest time, all her thoughts could dwell on were of you. What you wore in your latest video, on a scale of one to ten how likely was it you'd date her, and if he'd agree to let her do a collab with you at the house.

Kenma had repeatedly told her that one, the girl was a singer, why would she want to collab with an untalented gamer and two, she lived in ( your country), how the hell was she supposed to be here to do a collab. Yet despite all these obstacles she would not give up.

Thus proven by the conversation they'd had less than an hour ago. A conversation that for some bizarre reason, he was considering.

" KENNNNNNNNNNNNN you won't believe it!! Y/n moved to Japan!" He'd never forget the cost of the therapy sessions her excited and unnecessarily loud voice had cost his eardrums. Letting out the longest groan in his head, he thought about answering her, but decided against it, shifting forward to rest his controller filled hands on his knees.

What was the point in wasting his sparse words when she was just going to rant anyway?

Perhaps he should've just told her to can it cause he was busy or give her some other excuse, because he wasn't lying when he says she talked his ears into an earlier retirement.

Diving into the pros and cons of asking you out or even to collaborate and not to mention the possibility of both. He regretted not shutting her up when he still had permission to talk.

"Kenma, can we please invite her over? I really want to meet her and her next meet and greet is in two months." Kenma only rolled his eyes. She wasn't usually this desperate. Sure, she had her moments but god. What was she expecting?

The girl is a relatively popular person, she isn't just going to agree to go to some random person's house for what? Tea? He could only hope she was smarter than that anyway.

"Sure," he replied, not once removing his eyes from his television screen. He was playing some sort of racing game with Kuroo, and would quicker sell both his kidneys to a depressed duck than let him win. " go for it, she totally won't block you."

Kuroo, who to my annoyance, dropped his controller to give him a questioning look.

"Are you being sarcastic?" he asked before addressing the clearly distressed brunette, " Don't do that, why not just let your PR message and organize a collab with her?

Shit.

That was the worst possible option, because it would actually work. If you were practically as addicting in person as you were online then no doubt in his mind it would feed his friend's obsession. Then he'd go from dealing with her spouts of praise after your streams to during his freaking dreams.

Then again... perhaps, meeting her would be a good thing. You could be so different off camera that she'd no longer find herself craving your voice any longer. After all, most people are nothing like how they act on camera. This could work in his favor.

A small smile appeared on his face at the thought.

No you = less talking about you

And not going to lie, in that moment, he felt like that was a good thing.

Lindsey

I'm just saying, if it wasn't a scam, I'd

have totally sent that dude my feet pics

for the ten million.

Today

Yeah, you can have your collab thing at

the house if she agrees.

Really?! Thanks a million, I'll tell Miyu

To talk to her!

Cool