Y/n's stream had been live for just over an hour. Fifteen viewers. That was a good night. Tonight's content: a definitive Minecraft mob tier list, with all the nuance of a woman who'd spent three hundred hours building pixel art of every single one of them.

The chat was quiet. Cozy. The kind of quiet where Y/n could actually read every message as it came in.

Then her phone buzzed. And buzzed. And buzzed.

The viewer count jumped from fifteen to two thousand. Then four thousand. Then nine.

Somewhere in the flood of purple and white text scrolling past, a single name kept repeating. MinuteTech. The MinuteTech. The guy with four million followers on Twitch, known for his insane PvP skills and the kind of deadpan humor that made clips go viral daily.

And he'd raided her.

Y/n's phone screen was still lit up with the notification. A tweet from three hours ago. Her own tweet. A picture of him from his last stream, captioned simply: okay but he's hot

The raid message sat in her Twitch dashboard like a lit match.

MinuteTech is raiding you with 8,742 viewers.