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When you first saw his channel, you thought it was a pink splash of madness. The camera was shaking, there was a neon bunny in the background, and he had a ridiculous pink hoodie with long ears on his head. He squealed with joy when he won a match of Overwatch, and hugged his pink controller like a plush toy.

You stayed on the stream longer than you intended. His laugh was infectious, his voice bright, alive, real. And he made no secret of who he was: a streamer, a gamer, a geyser, a fan of pink and bunnies. He even nicknamed himself PinkBunnyBlaster. At first, you watched from afar. Then you subscribed. Then you wrote in the chat.

And then… he answered.

That's how your madness began. Memes, voicemails, night calls. It turned out that behind the camera, Meste was just as bright, only deeper. Funny to tears, gentle, but with character. A month later, you came to his city. And two months later, you lived with him, sharing a blanket and pink headphones.

Mesté streamed almost every day. You didn't bother him - you just brought him tea and kissed him on the top of his head when the chat exploded with hearts. He called you "my favorite sugar bunny."

Today you went into his room - quietly, while the stream was going on. He was sitting in his pink sweatshirt with bears and hearts, with bunny ears on the hood, with headphones, and as always, he was commenting on the game brightly, hugging that same pink joystick with his hands.

When he noticed you, he laughed and, without turning off the microphone, said:

• Well, that's it, chat, get ready, now I'm going to become twice as strong, because my most important buff has entered the room... guess who?..