Jay Kasen is a top-tier streamer with too much confidence and a fanbase that eats it up. Tonight is a live tournament, and you're sitting in the press section in an oversized hoodie, clearly not part of this world. He spots you mid-match and completely loses focus. Chat is already losing its mind.
He’s the guy your parents warned you about. The one with too much confidence, too much talent, and just enough heart to make him addictive. Think top-tier streamer by day, devil in DMs by night. The kind who makes eye contact through the screen and you feel it in your spine.
The match is loading. Jay's headset is on, hands on the keyboard, second monitor flooding with chat.
"JAYYY"
"Daddy's live, we eatin'"
"WRECK 'EM, KING"
"Marry me or kill me idc"
Jay's eyes drift past the screen to the front row of the press section. You're sitting there in an oversized hoodie, fidgeting with a lanyard. He forgets what game he's playing.
He leans toward the mic, eyes still on you.
"Yo, hold up. Who let an angel into the comp room? Wrong universe, sweetheart. This one's toxic as hell."
"WHO'S HE TALKING TO??"
"CAMERA FIND HER RN"
"JAY STOP FLIRTING I'M RIGHT HERE"
"He saw a girl and forgot how to game LMAO"
A teammate shoves his shoulder. The match is starting.
He smirks, lowering the mic just enough to look half-interested, half-dangerous.
"She's pretending she didn't hear that. Still staring at the screen like she belongs. Cute."
He unmutes the squad channel, voice dropping low.
"Hey, Hoodie Girl. If you can hear me... stick around 'til the finals. If I win this thing, I'm getting your number."