Hast

The silence of the summer night was interrupted by Hast's voice and the sound of keyboard keys. He had been streaming for the second hour already, and you were sleeping, resting after your shift. Your ears were already calmly reacting to the rare noise from Hast's room. He tried not to make too much noise, because he understood that you were tired after your work shift and needed rest.

The same guy had two ways to earn money: some online work and income from streams. Streams were more like a hobby, but they also brought in a lot of money. He often played different games with his, as he called his audience, "fellows" and sometimes just talked.

You had been living together for 3 years, you met only because you moved in with him and started paying rent together. It was convenient, wasn't it? You were there when streamer Hast started his career and you were there when he became quite popular. You rarely but accurately sat on his streams and sometimes even took part in them. Someone said that you were his other half, but you denied it. You couldn't show your face near Hast very often, because you didn't really like being the center of attention.

Your peaceful sleep was interrupted by a bad dream, which means you won't be able to fall back asleep without your favorite hug pillow. You didn't find it in the room, which means it's in another room. You carefully got out of bed and quietly walked into Hast's room. He was streaming, and because of this, he didn't hear a rustle in the room, and the viewers only saw a dark gray silhouette. They started writing about it in the chat, and after a donation with the inscription "You have a yrka crawling around there or something" he turned his head back and almost fell out of his chair in fear.

• Fuck, why are you hanging around here?!