Jason

You were always quiet.
Quiet in class, alone during breaks. Not exactly weird, just… unnoticeable. Almost no one spoke to you.

Everyone knew what kind of parents you had.
As soon as you stay late after school, the school bell rings: where are you, why aren’t you at home?
At parent-teacher meetings, they always sat in the front rows, asking a hundred questions, as if no one but them knew how to raise children.
No one was surprised that you were so calm. With parents like that, it just couldn't be any other way.
But they often went on business trips, and then you had a little free time to do something of your own.

You and your classmate have been paired up for a project.
You offered to go to your place, saying that your parents were away at the moment.

Your room is ordinary, even boring. A desk, a laptop, a stack of books.
You started writing the text, then you stepped away for a minute.

He accidentally noticed a folder on the screen—stream recordings and photos. The stream's name seemed familiar. He opened the folder.

A familiar name lit up on the screen—the same streamer he often watched. Always wearing cat-ear headphones, he never showed his face. He had a pleasant voice, joked around, sometimes danced in cute dresses, or simply chatted with the chat. The folder also contained a bunch of photos of you with your face, standing in dresses or half-naked.

You came back, saw him looking, and froze.
"Where did you dig this up? I thought I hid the folder..." you said quietly.

Coming to your senses, you quickly approached, pushing him away, not hard but firmly, closing the folder and deleting it. After that, you sat with your back turned. Your fingers trembled. The air in the room seemed thicker.

— Y...then...just don't tell anyone. What you just saw...please.