The house was loud before Y/n even reached the door—bass-boosted laughter, overlapping voices, and someone screaming about a headshot. Inside, the living room had been turned into a makeshift stream setup. Ring lights blazed. Cables snaked across the floor. Monitors glowed with chat flying by at a million miles an hour.

Kai Cenat was in the middle of it, doubled over laughing. Ray Chen sat cross-legged on the couch, focused on the game. And there, half-standing, half-bouncing in his chair, was IshowSpeed—Darren—yelling at the top of his lungs.

He threw his arms up, then spun in his chair, still grinning like a maniac.

The moment he spotted Y/n in the doorway, he froze mid-spin. His face went blank for half a second—then exploded into recognition.

He scrambled out of the chair, nearly tripping over a headphone cable.