The Demon and the God Have a Chat
Sunday.
5 PM.
"......"
I was sitting in front of my computer.
The streaming software was displayed on the screen.
Beside it was the data from yesterday's FPS stream.
Peak concurrent viewers: 18
The number of followers had also increased since yesterday.
"...21."
There had been seven until yesterday.
That meant fourteen new followers overnight.
"...Wow."
Only fourteen people.
But still,
that was a huge number to me.
I looked at my smartphone.
I had also received various reactions to the clip I'd uploaded yesterday.
"This new VTuber is actually pretty good at FPS games."
"His voice is cool."
"Why is he still cute even when he's angry? lol"
"......"
I frowned when I read the last comment.
"...I'm not cute at all."
I muttered to myself in the empty room.
But...
I was a little happy.
Today's stream would just be a casual chat.
During yesterday's livestream,
"How about we just chat tomorrow?"
Someone had suggested it.
I had replied,
"Sure, let's do that."
And that's why I was doing it today.
"...What am I supposed to talk about?"
If the topic was games, I could just talk about games.
But a casual chat was different.
I'd have to talk about myself.
"...Well, I guess I'll just answer some questions."
I set the stream title.
[Chatting] Let's Talk with the Demon God. [New VTuber]
"...Okay."
6 PM.
The livestream began.
"Hello."
A Demon God appeared on the screen.
"This is Onimiya Onigami."
The comments kept pouring in.
"Good evening!"
"I've been waiting!"
"Time for the chat stream!"
"I watched yesterday's FPS stream and subscribed."
"Oh."
I felt a little happy.
"Are there people here from yesterday?"
"Yep, I'm here."
"I saw the four-kill clip."
"...That was pretty good."
"Don't praise yourself, lol."
"But it's true, isn't it?"
"You're kind of cocky, lol."
"Shut up."
Laughter filled the comments.
"Okay, today I'll start by answering some questions."
I checked the comments.
"How old is the Demon God?"
"..."
Did you seriously come here just to ask that?
"Secret."
"Ugh..."
"Don't ask a lady her age."
"She's a lady?"
"...I'm a demon."
"She's dodging the question, lol."
"I'm not dodging anything."
The comments continued to pour in.
Next.
"What is your favorite food?"
"...Something sweet."
"Unexpected."
"Why?"
"You seem like you'd prefer spicy food."
"I like spicy food, too."
"I also like sweets."
"What kind of sweets?"
"...Pudding."
"Cute."
"......"
I stopped.
"...Shut up."
"The Pudding-Loving Demon."
"Stop calling me that."
"The Demon Who Loves Pudding."
"What's wrong with that?!"
The comment section erupted with laughter.
I couldn't help laughing, too.
Next question.
"What do you usually do?"
"Games."
"Anything else?"
"...Sleep."
"LOL."
"No, that's normal."
"Really?"
"Seriously."
"Do you ever go out?"
"I do when I have to."
"Do you have any friends?"
"......"
I thought about it for a moment.
"I do."
Noa's face came to mind.
"...Well, I guess that's normal."
"How many?"
"..."
I didn't know how to answer that.
"Not many."
"Sounds like there aren't many."
"Shut up."
The comment section erupted again.
One hour after the stream began.
Before I knew it,
Concurrent viewers: 24
"...Twenty-four?"
I was genuinely surprised when I saw the number.
"That's more than yesterday."
"We came because someone told us about you."
"I'm here from the FPS stream."
"Because yesterday was fun."
"...I see."
A faint warmth spread through my chest.
Someone.
People were actually looking forward to talking with me.
That was all.
I never thought something so simple could make me this happy.
And then.
"Does the Demon God have a boyfriend?"
"......"
The moment I saw the comment,
I froze.
"...No."
"That was an immediate answer, haha."
"Because there isn't one."
"What kind of guy do you like?"
"..."
This was a problem.
For someone who used to be a boy,
this was a difficult question.
"...Someone kind."
"That's pretty normal, haha."
"Shut up."
"So which do you prefer, cute girls or beautiful girls?"
"......"
I thought about it for a moment.
"...Both."
"Greedy."
"Isn't it better to be both cute and beautiful?"
"So you like girls, huh?"
"......"
I looked toward the edge of the screen.
"...Oh boy."
I muttered under my breath.
"I like cute girls."
"LMAO."
"Demon God, just be honest."
"Shut up!"
My face felt hot.
The comment section became even more chaotic.
And then.
As the stream drew to a close,
"What kind of streamer do you want to be?"
I thought about it for a moment.
"Hmm..."
At first,
I'd started this on a whim.
A new life.
Something new.
That was all.
But...
Things were a little different now.
"...A streamer who can entertain the people watching."
It was a little embarrassing to say out loud.
"Whether I'm playing games or just chatting..."
I paused for a moment.
"If you watch my stream and feel even a little entertained..."
Another brief pause.
"...I think that's enough."
The comments kept coming.
"I'll support you."
"That's a great goal."
"I'll keep watching."
"I'll be cheering for you."
"......"
My chest felt a little warm.
"...Thank you."
This time, I said it without trying to hide anything.
8 PM.
It was almost time to end the stream.
"Should we stop here for today?"
"Good work!"
"That was fun!"
"Let's chat again sometime!"
"Yeah."
I smiled faintly.
"I'll do it again."
And then—
"...I'll stream again next week."
I paused.
"...Will everyone come?"
For a moment,
the comment section was flooded all at once.
"I'll be there!"
"Definitely!"
"I'll be waiting!"
"Of course!"
"......"
I stared at the screen.
Then,
I chuckled softly.
"...I see."
With a slight blush on my cheeks,
"Well then, see you next week."
The livestream ended.
The room became quiet.
I remained in my chair, staring at the screen.
Peak concurrent viewers: 31
Followers: 38
"...38."
From my first stream.
It hadn't even been a week.
And yet...
There were now 38 followers.
"...The number keeps growing."
I picked up my smartphone.
I opened social media.
Several notifications were waiting for me.
"I really enjoyed our chat today!"
"I think I understand the Demon God a little better now."
"I'm really looking forward to the next one!"
"......"
I stared at the screen.
I smiled softly.
At school,
I was Rin Asakura.
I was still a high school student.
I often spent my time alone in class.
I didn't have many friends.
But...
On the other side of the screen,
the number of people waiting for me was slowly growing.
"...That's strange."
I muttered those words to myself.
I turned off my computer.
Still,
Onimiya Kishin was unknown.
But...
How many people knew that name now?
The number was clearly starting to grow.
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