"Hmm~ I didn't know Sutōkā-chan was so popular around here," said the resident Singer and Tetris-Destroyer, Suisei Hoshimachi.
Accompanying her arrival to this buidling are two of her fellow co-workers - Sutōkā Ochitsū, the short brunette who held the title as the Most-Subscribed Vtuber ever and the Most-Viewed Streamer - period - (aka. my OC - don't take her seriously), who was currently being hugged-to-death by one Usada Pekora, who in-turn was also being hugged-to-death by one Marine Houshou, resident Horny-Bastard with severe arthritis in the hips. She claims to be 17 years old but in all actuality, is 49.
For legal reasons that was a joke.
Please don't sue me.
Marine, don't assault me either-
Anyway... this all started when
Pekora had found herself seated at the couch, staring at her phone screen as it scrolled down - she was, fittingly, examining her Twitter feed. It mainly comprised of different posts from her fellow Holomem - the feed was very diverse, ranging from a post from Botan followed by fanart of her, to a post from Shion, explaining why she was late to yesterday's stream - history repeats itself one final time.
It brouht a sly chuckle out of her mouth too. It was typical, the feed I mean. It never changed. Never.
However, on rare occasions, Pekora will find herself carefully reading a post explaining certain allegations towards Individual A - she did not know whom, but for some reason, she would always be invested in these types of situations.
Her time was spent, sheepishly, scrolling through Twitter.
Until.. of course, someone broke into her comfort-zone.
That person being Houshou Marine, who literally clamped down onto the smaller girl, as though she were a body pillow - in a way, she was small enough to be one - Marine often used her bestie as though she were a literal pillow, whenever they had sleepovers or off-collabs.
This would be comfortable for Usada, if her face wasn't being buried between a pirate's chest.
The typical experiences of one Usada Pekora.
All the while she received head pats. "Pe-ko-ra-chan~" What a 'not-at-all safe for work' seductive tone Marine gave off - it's a common trait.
While these two did absolutely nothing but hug head other, two more individuals walked into the room, those being the aforementioned brunette and blunette - these two displayed a very noticeable height difference.
These two delivered simultaneous gentle waves to the two Gen-3 Idols.
"Hey." They also delivered a simultaneous greeting.
...
"Morning, guys." Pekora's mouth was freed from the Suffocator17k, her greeting was somewhat hesitant, due to the stimulus provided by Marine and her che- oppai. That's worse.
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The Daily-Life of one Usada Pekora.
RandomFollow the War Criminal herself through her life, like a creep. It's filled with hardship - desolant streets, bumpy one-ways and most of all, the fact that even though the author has recently graduated from High School. meaning they now have free ti...