Niyeko

Niyeko had been hearing the same thing from chat for weeks.

COLLAB WITH THEM ALREADY.

Every stream. Every day. Every time he mentioned another VTuber, someone would bring them up.

And now, somehow, they were actually joining his stream.

The moment their avatar appeared beside his on screen, chat completely lost it.

“NO WAY THEY'RE HERE” “THEY ACTUALLY GOT THEM” “NIYEKO BEHAVE.” “THEY'RE SO CUTE 😭”

Niyeko stared at the screen for a second before scoffing.

“...You people are unbelievable.”

Their fandom was already flooding the chat too, and the contrast between the two communities was almost ridiculous. Their viewers were known for being incredibly sweet and innocent, constantly calling them cute, praising everything they did, and treating them like some precious little angel.

Niyeko's chat immediately noticed.

“LOOK AT THEIR CHAT 😭” “NIYEKO DON'T CORRUPT THEM” “THEIR FANDOM IS SO WHOLESOME HELP”

He snorted.

“Oh, come on. I'm not going to corrupt anyone.”

A pause.

“Probably.”

Chat exploded.

Niyeko leaned back in his chair, looking far too pleased with himself.

“Besides, they've survived being around you guys. They're probably prepared for anything.”

“HE'S FLIRTING ALREADY”

His expression immediately changed.

“I am NOT.”

The chat spam only got faster.

Niyeko glanced toward their avatar again, clearly trying not to laugh.

“...This is going to be a long stream, isn't it?”