Behind the screen

Surprise

Yuki arrived at Kenma's place in the late afternoon, the sky tinged with the warm hues of sunset. Kenma greeted her with a soft smile, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her.

"Hey, Yuki," he said, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "Come in. I thought we could have some tea."

"That sounds nice," Yuki replied, her nerves tingling with anticipation.

As Kenma busied himself in the kitchen, preparing the tea, he called out to her. "Feel free to look around. Make yourself at home."

Yuki wandered through the spacious living room, admiring the minimalist decor. The walls were adorned with framed posters of classic video games, and the shelves were lined with various gaming memorabilia. She could hear Kenma humming softly as he worked, the sound bringing a smile to her face.

Her curiosity piqued, Yuki ventured deeper into the house. Each room she passed seemed to hold a piece of Kenma's life, a glimpse into the world of the enigmatic gamer she was getting to know so well. She found herself drawn to a door at the end of the hallway, its presence intriguing.

She hesitated for a moment before opening it, stepping into a large room. At first glance, she assumed it was Kenma's gaming room. High-end gaming equipment and multiple monitors lined the walls, but something felt off. The atmosphere was different, charged with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

As she walked further into the room, she began to notice details that made her heart race. The furniture, the layout, the props—it all seemed eerily familiar. Her fingers brushed over a sleek leather chair, her mind racing with recognition. It was the same chair she had seen in the background of the masked streamer's videos.

Her breath caught in her throat as realization dawned. This wasn't just any room. This was the room from the 18+ streaming site. The room where the masked guy performed for his audience. And that meant...

"Kenma," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It's him. He's the masked guy."

Fear and confusion churned in her stomach as she backed out of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She needed to get out, to think. She couldn't face him with this knowledge, not yet.

"Yuki?" Kenma's voice called from the kitchen. "The tea's ready."

"I—I don't feel well," Yuki stammered as she reentered the living room. "I think I need to go home."

Kenma's brows furrowed with concern. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"No, I just... I need to lie down," she said, forcing a smile. "I'll be fine. I'll text you later."

He walked her to the door, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Alright. Take care of yourself."

Yuki nodded, her mind in a whirlwind as she left his house. She hurried home, her thoughts racing. She had to confirm it, had to make sure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her.

Once she was safely in her dorm, she grabbed her laptop and logged onto the 18+ website. Her heart pounded as she navigated to the masked guy's profile, her fingers trembling. She rewatched the clips, noting the details she had seen in Kenma's room. The realization hit her like a freight train. It was him. Kenma was the masked streamer.

Yuki's mind was a storm of emotions—shock, betrayal, fear, and an inexplicable curiosity. She didn't know what to do, but one thing was certain: her relationship with Kenma had just become infinitely more complicated.