Behind the screen

Curious pt.2

Kenma's POV:

Kenma returned to his hotel room, utterly exhausted from the day's activities. The tournament had been a whirlwind of matches, meet and greets, and endless interactions with fans. The excitement and energy had been exhilarating, but it also left him feeling drained.

He tossed his bag onto a chair and flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The day's events replayed in his mind, especially the unexpected encounter with Yuki. He couldn't quite figure out why she irritated him so much, but there was something about her that he couldn't shake off.

Kenma sighed and reached for his phone. Messages from Kuroo and other friends lit up his screen, but he ignored them for now. He needed to unwind, and there was only one way he knew how to do that—streaming on his secret 18+ channel.

He pulled out his laptop and set up his streaming equipment, making sure the mask and other props were in place. The anonymity of his masked persona allowed him to escape the pressures of his public life, even if it was in a controversial way.

Once everything was ready, he started the stream, greeting his viewers with a sly smile. "Hello, my darlings," he purred into the camera, watching the chat explode with excited comments. This was a different kind of thrill, one that let him be someone else entirely.

As he read through the spicy comments, he felt a sense of freedom that he rarely experienced. Here, he could let go of the reserved and quiet facade he maintained as Kodzuken. Here, he could be bold, playful, and uninhibited.

He responded to the comments, letting his hands roam over his body as the chat urged him on. "Tell me more," he whispered, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline as he indulged in his viewers' fantasies.

The stream continued, the chat growing more and more fervent. He started to touch himself, his moans filling the room. It was an act, a performance, but it was also a release.

"Thanks for coming," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. The chat erupted with responses, and he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. This was his secret world, one that allowed him to escape the confines of his public persona.

As he finished the stream, he leaned back in his chair, feeling the exhaustion wash over him. The duality of his life was taking its toll, but for now, he needed this escape. He ended the stream and shut down his laptop, the room falling into silence.

Kenma lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling once more. He couldn't help but think about Yuki and the brief interactions they'd had. She was different, and that intrigued him. But there was no room for distractions now. He had to focus on the tournament and keep his secret life hidden.

As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't shake the feeling that his worlds were slowly starting to collide, and he wondered how long he could keep up the charade.