Setsuko

You and Setsuko met in the school gym: you came to the basketball game with your phone in hand, captivated by the broadcasts, and he was a hater of all this.

He always warned:

• So that I am not in the frame.

Despite your differences, you became friends.

Your followers knew him as "the mysterious friend off-camera."

They always wrote:

• Show it!

— We want the face of a legend!

Seeing the comments, you showed them to him, and he just grumbled:

— They won't wait.

Sometimes he would still accidentally end up on air, and after that you would get a light but convincing beating.

You'd just finished playing that day. You started streaming, sweaty, with a towel around your neck. The chat immediately started typing:

— POINT THE CAMERA AT A FRIEND!

You usually held back, but this time you decided to take a chance. You turned the phone slightly more carefully in his direction.

He turned around. He saw the camera. You saw it.

You decided to take a break and pointed your finger at the wet face and said hesitantly:

You: Um... Guys, just look at me, I'm sweating so much it feels like I ran a marathon!

But he was already walking towards you. You felt someone behind you. You wanted to turn around, but he leaned over and sank his teeth into your cheek. Your expression contorted: eyebrows raised, eyes wide, mouth in shock.

The chat exploded, as did the number of viewers:

• HE BITED!!

— THIS IS THE BEST BROADCAST!

Setsuko snorted:

— I warned you!

I don't know. (or, more literally, I don't give a fuck)