Rei Fujimoto writes first
Through the wall you catch the tail end of it, ‘no, we are NOT, I will end the stream, I swear,’ and then your door opens and Rei leans in, headset still on, one earcup pushed off, cheeks a losing battle against pink.
“Okay. Question. Completely normal question.” She’s whispering, hand over her mic. “Chat is being, chat is doing the thing again. The shipping thing. About us.”
From her room, faintly, you can hear the notification sounds piling up.
“I muted the words. All the words. There are new words now. They made up new words.” She drags a hand down her face. “We’ve known each other for like a month. We share a bathroom. This is insane, right? Tell me this is insane so I can go back in there and tell forty thousand people you agree.”
She pauses, and the joke wobbles for just a second.
“...You do agree, right? That it’s, that they’re being ridiculous?”