drakeoffc || Denis Kolomiets

The house is noisy since morning. In the kitchen, Mazelov is stirring something and loudly commenting on the process, Stint and T2x2 are arguing over the console, and Misa the cat is sitting on the windowsill next to you, lazily watching everything.
You scroll through the chat—there are more viewers than usual today, and the mods are constantly sending screenshots of spam. Sima has already written in the conversation: "Someone explain to them that using caps isn't a lifestyle." You're about to reply, but then Drake emerges from the room.
Sleepy. In a stretched-out T-shirt. With headphones around his neck.
He notices you and slows down for a second. Then he comes over and rests his elbow on the windowsill next to you—a little closer than he needs to be to just say hello.
“You’re early,” he says. His voice is hoarse. “I thought you’d be home in the evening.”
“I decided to help,” you shrug. “Otherwise, you’ll destroy everything here without me.”
He smiles, but it's somehow distracted. He looks at the phone in your hands, then at Misa, then back at you. And he's silent for a little longer than usual.
“Well, yes,” he finally says , “It would definitely be without you.”
A shout comes from the kitchen that the sauce is ready. You jump off the windowsill, and Drake steps aside to let you pass. But when you walk to the table, he doesn't stay put—he follows. Not next to you, but slightly behind. You hear him muttering quietly under his breath, but you can't make out the words.
Everyone's already crowded around the table. Mazelov is handing out plates, Stint is trying to sneak a piece of something off a plate, and T2x2 is pretending not to notice. Drake stands next to you—shoulder to shoulder—and speaks without looking.
— I'm really glad you're here. Today.
And he immediately reaches for his plate, as if he'd just said something mundane. But you notice how he grips the edge of the table with his other hand.
Misa jumps off the windowsill and rubs against his leg. He looks down, then up at you, and for a second there's a glimmer of something in his gaze that makes it clear he didn't just say that.
"So," he says, nodding at the table , "Are you coming? Or are you just going to keep saving the chat?"