Parasocial // Yanderes x Reader

XXII , Claristo

Claristo had always liked you. Even when you were just a subscriber. Your donations were always entertaining, your comments even more so. He'd felt a spark with you he couldn't describe, and oh how that spark turned to flame when you two spoke properly.

A flame, though, is nothing compared to a tidal wave. Claristo bit on his nails as he stared out his apartment window. His gaze cold on the buzzing city below, full of life and vigor even in the darkness of night. How he loathed the city at times. It reminded him of the unrelenting passage of time.

Often, in these past four days of radio silence from you, he wondered what was going through your mind. What monsters you were facing. Even if he scoured Joshua's vod's with the others, they never found anything about a relationship with you.

Though, he supposed, part of the problem with that was that they didn't know your real name. All they knew was Heartra. You were good about internet safety, better than most. Claristo was relieved, in a way, as it meant people would have a hard time doxxing and hacking you... In other ways, it annoyed him.

What annoyed him most was the fact you hadn't told them who you were. They were your friends, weren't they? Was it as Kurobo said? And you couldn't feel that connection because of a stupid few million miles between the two of you?

A heavy sigh left Claristo's lips and he held his head in his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut and let the silence wash over him. It always got this way when he was thinking about you. Every time, it spiraled out of control.

He couldn't think straight. Not when it was you. It was no wonder to him that chat got it right away. Claristo was shit at hiding things...

So he wondered, why hadn't you noticed?

Why, out of everybody, had the object of his affections not seemed to notice? Notice how desperately in love he was? How he bent over backwards to make you laugh?

... There had to be a deeper reason, and Claristo's gut told him it had to do with Joshua. A name that he couldn't even think anymore without dread washing over him.

The worst part of it all was that he couldn't even produce new content. He tried streaming the day after the tournament but he couldn't do it. Even chat asked him to take a break, seeing through his act.

It felt sacrilegious. Streaming had become your life, your passion. Everything you did somehow related back to it. Just like everything Claristo did somehow related back to you.

Even if he thought that maybe you'd like content of his to watch, he just couldn't do it. Nothing came out right and all it did was fuel the concern of the communities.

Nobody had been streaming much, from what he could see. Whatever Covestry did was to fulfill her contracts. Even Circute had gone radio silent. That was a first for her five year streaming career.

Claristo considered all of this one night. These thoughts coming to him as whiskey flooded his veins.

Patience. He needed to be the patient man he'd always been made out to be.