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It is one thing to annoy Multi. It is another thing to be Pakkun.
He is a young boy, younger than her actually, smart and bright and full of ideas yet simultaneously insufferable and pretentious, a literal criminal, a backstabber, scum of the earth.
First time Multi had ever seen him was, of course, via Beytube. She has been tagged in his videos, compared to him. Back then both of them had been rising in subscribers, upcoming, prospectful content creators. She had seen a video or two of his, impressed by his ability to replicate and simultaneously disappointed. Because that is all he knows how to do. Replicate. Not a hint of originality in anything he does.
Her opinion hasn't changed at all after meeting him. In fact, it's only gotten worse. What was more indifference than anything else before had turned into hatred, slowly diffusing into strong dislike.
For lack of a better word, Pakkun is a pompous bitch.
However, he is, unfortunately, good for publicity. He has many more subscribers than Multi does. In fact, she is severely inferior to him on this matter. A lot of her fans aren't Beyblade fans to begin with, so the team Persona channel gets far less attention than her main channel does. For the sake of publicity she knows collaborating with him is a good idea, but he might not be so keen on it.
She's streaming on her main channel that day, going through her morning routine. She had shot Pakkun a message, asking him if he wants to talk per chance. Her fans had been persisting on her having a collab with him, what better time than to ask him on stream? He might be more inclined to accept if he knows there is an audience out there, listening to him. After all, as an influencer first and a person second, attention is what would sway most people into collabing even if they disliked the person they're supposed to do it with.
She even showed them proof of doing so, blurring out Pakkun's number. She had gotten it after the whole All Star Battle ordeal against Team Dreams with him stealing her blueprints. More so than B4 needing them to stay connected, Multi demanded it for the duration of their investigation. It was something to keep in contact with, a surefire way so the bastard would get what is due for him, pay her what he owes. It proves convenient in this situation, having both his personal address and number to harass him in turn.
"I don't think he wants to collaborate with me, guys," Multi apologetically tells her fans, face drawn up in remorse. She doesn't feel all that disappointed about it though. She dislikes the guy and dislikes working with other people just for the sake of her own publicity, even if that is sometimes a necessary sacrifice to make.
| Who needs him, just watch Golden Kamuy instead |
| I need you to meet this guy called Vasio |
| (2$ donation) you can afford 8:11 now, play it |
"Thank you for suggestions guys, I might check some of them out," she dutifully replies, not feeling interested in either.
She checks her phone again, left on delivered. No response from him at all. She had even gone the extra mile to be both cute and polite.
'Ohamaru~! Pakkun, I was wondering if you want to collaborate with me sometime? You can even join my current stream, if you want to! Fans would love it!'
She puts her phone down. It's a loss for team Persona, but not a huge one. Maybe he'll collaborate in the future. Multi can probably force him into it, too. But it's good for now. She has an audience to focus on.
Several minutes pass and she's close to ending her stream. She's done with her morning routine and is feeling really hungry. Ever since Meiden has been making her eat her breakfast, she finds herself hungry in the mornings when she usually wasn't in the past. She's just about to start her finishing routine when she spots something weird in the chat.
She scrolls back up and notices the highlighted message. It was just one character, sent into the stream. 'H' it read. Sent by no one else but Pakkun on his official channel. Her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline in surprise and the chat goes ballistic. She quickly checks her phone, and sees how Pakkun has not only not responded to her at all, but still has her on delivered.
And yet, for some reason, he had clearly been watching her stream.
A smirk makes it on her face.
"Why hello Pakkun!" she greets him, all smiles, eyes closed. "I didn't know you were one of my viewers! But I'm happy." Extremely happy. He had been stalking her stream and deliberately ignoring her message. She is assured he had typed into chat by pure accident, probably forgetting to switch accounts, and is now fuming in his chair, red in the face with anger and embarrassment at being discovered. "This is why you must've been ignoring my messages," she giggles, all innocent. "You wanted to watch my stream instead! I'm touched!"
Her phone screen lits up.
'I wasn't watching you!!!'
'I clicked on this by accident!'
Multi's smirk widens in joy. She giggles cutely and conveys to her audience a warped version of his messages in a coquettish voice. "He just texted me everyone! He is shy about being my fan, how adorable~"
'???'
'Are you out of your mind???'
'That's not what I said!???'
"It's okay Pakkun. We can collaborate next time, no need to be shy. I don't bite."
Her heart sings at her own imagination. It's hard to contain stupid giggles and a malicious grin. She can just imagine him raging in his chair, barely stopping himself from typing her a few death threats in fear of consequence of her showing his messages to her audience. Most Beyblade fans who watch her watch Pakkun too.
'Fuck, I'll collab with you, just shut up!'
Multi's eyes light up in excitement and a strange coil of pleasure rumbles through her entire body. This guy is so easy to bully, get under his skin. As much as he is annoying, he is also fun for that exact same reason.
"I will be looking forward to it then," she tells him and wraps up her stream with her audience.
Multi had been on speaking terms with Pakkun for a few weeks now and they've had each other tune in on each other's streams, but nothing that would be a proper, in person collaboration. It will happen later down the line, for now they opt to use calling and video calling for content. Multi watches his streams sometimes and sometimes she has Bird watching them in her stead. Truthfully, Pakkun annoys her and she can't stand seeing him act so disgustingly fake in front of the masses. But he is a good Beycrafter and he knows what he is talking about when it comes to Beyblades, so Multi admittedly doesn't study his content just as a rival, but as a fellow Beyblade lover and Beycrafter.
However, she prefers him much more when he drops his mask and acts like the bastard he is. Selfish, confident and downright mean. She likes how easy he makes it to get under his skin when it's just them on a call or in text exchange. The little cracks in his cute, innocent masks when she says or sends something while he's streaming that is a direct attack on his character.
Maybe Multi enjoys doing that a little too much. Lately, every time she's started streaming for her own personal channel, the urge to call Pakkun and add him to it has risen. He makes it more fun to stream and her audience mostly enjoys his presence too, despite the animosity Pakkun had created against himself by stealing Multi's blueprints. But she knows they have good chemistry and most of her fans are willing to give him a chance, yet would drop him in a heartbeat if Multi told them to.
It's why she finds herself phone in hand again while talking to her live audience. "Do you want to guess what I'm thinking?" she asks her audience, waving the phone in front of her computer camera. She looks at the exploding, quickly moving comment section to seek confirmation she already knows she'll get.
| What are you thinking, my sweet, cute Multi-chan~!? <3 |
| Is it what I think it is!?|
| Team persona collab? |
| Pakkun time~! Pakkun time~! Pakkun time~! |
| Yohooo~ welcome to Pakkun-chanel! It's hijacking time! |
| Oh so no Kamen X today then? |
Multi smiles at her viewers and covers her mouth with her hand to giggle cutely. "No Kamen X today on my channel, no, he gets bored too quickly. But Pakkun, you say…" she plays, tilting her head as if she is thinking about it strongly. "I don't know, I heard he is a bad influence."
| Pakkun! Pakkun! |
| That's right!!! Don't bring him on, we only need Multi-chan!!!!!! We don't need some other man here at all!!! |
| That's why we have you, Multi! Bring him in and educate him! |
| Pakkun more like Puke-kun!!! |
| Am I the only one who thinks that guy is overrated? |
| Call! Call! Call! |
"Alright, alright, if you guys insist," she jokes and unlocks her phone, swiftly swiping to contacts she's been giddily waiting to contact again. She hopes Pakkun doesn't know she is streaming, hopes to get him to say something he'll absolutely regret, but every time up until now he's been aware of it. Multi doesn't know how he keeps up because she keeps an eye out for him and still can't always tell when he's streaming. Does he simply watch all her streams? She should definitely ask him that, he'll be so explosively mad and she'll likely be completely correct.
She takes off her headset, quickly fixes her hair to be as inconspicuous as possible and sits down by her microphone, grinning, before she presses video call.
It takes only a few seconds for Pakkun to pick up. She has him on speaker, smirking down at her screen while his screen remains black and his voice rings through the speaker. "What is it?" he asks, lack of any annoyance and attitude in his voice throwing her off.
"Nothing, I was wondering if you're busy," she asks him, eyebrows raising into her hairline.
"Uh, yeah," he answers in a matter-of-fact kind of way. "I kind of am."
"is that why you answered me immediately?"
He tsks. She expects a curse thrown in her face, maybe a thinly veiled unserious threat stemming from his annoyance, but instead his voice is that fake nice that lets her know instantly he's aware why she's calling him and his answer is too polite, too ass-kissy. "I always answer in a timely manner when my friends and business partners call me."
She smiles down at him, it's sharp and knowing and her eyes creek in gloating. "I must be a really important friend then."
She can hear him gritting his teeth and a beat of silence tells her everything she needs to know. "Of course you are!" he flawlessly keeps up with the charade.
"Why didn't you turn your camera on for such an important friend then?"
"Because-"
She doesn't let him speak. "Are you on the toilet?"
"What! No!?"
"Are you doing something, well…" she teases, insinuating Pakkun had been jerking off. She averts her gaze as if she is shy to sell the story to both her confused viewers and to Pakkun. Although they probably won't think Multi of all people would allude to that, but Pakkun will.
He gets the hint. The icon on her screen loads for a second before Pakkun is displayed on it with a frown on his face and lightning bolts striking at her from his eyes. "Here, happy!? he hisses, barely audibly, which her microphone doesn't manage to pick up. He was aiming for this, prick. Then he returns to his perfect Pakkun persona. "I'm sitting by my research."
It does seem as if he is telling the truth, sitting on an office chair with his camera ready on his head and a lab coat hanging nearby in case he needs it. His hair looks a little more tousled than usual, however, and he's clearly not been outside at all. Little neet.
"What are you busy with?" she entertains him and keeps the conversation going.
"Oh, that? Just a little project of mine," he replies and then launches in a flawless tirade. "It's a new Beyblade I'm trying to copy and then merge with another copy of mine, let me explain," he takes the opportunity as a true business man would and flawlessly hijacks Multi's stream for his own content.
Multi lets him only for a few moments. Despite her own interest in Pakkun's projects, she is far more interested in getting under his skin. She fake yawns to interrupts his rant, theatrically slumping over her chair and looking at her screen with bored eyes. "Boring," she complains, stunning Pakkun silent.
He stares at her, boggled, mouth hanging agape and streaming goggles on his head askew. "Bo- what… Boring!?" he explodes, dropping his persona in an instant. "You think my research is boring!?"
"You have no originality whatsoever," she pouts for the audience. Pakkun knows it's an act but still falls for it.
"Haha, funny you say that," he passive aggressively replies in a cloyingly sweet voice. "That's what people who are bad at Beycrafting always think."
Multi's eye twitches. "Do they now? I wouldn't know what that is like," her eyes narrows and she gets a mean streak, "to be bad, I mean. Unlike some."
"You were top of the academy after all, weren't you? I was always impressed by that," Pakkun says, throwing Multi completely off guard.
Her shock is palpable, she hadn't expected him to take the low blow and compliment her in turn. What she had expected is another passive-aggressive insult, padded for the audience. Instead her cheeks flush and the warm feeling of being praised, of her smarts and efforts acknowledged, rumbles within her. "Pakkun…" she trails off, hand to her mouth, moved.
His face turns to shock and he blushes too. "Why are you reacting like this, that's just a fact!?"
"Aw, don't be shy now," she coos, returning to putting on a farce for her audience. "Isn't he adorable?" she asks, finally turning back to her screen and taking a look at the flying messages. She opens the sponsored ones from viewers who pay to message.
"Why do you always do that," he mutters. "Just tell me you're streaming from the start."
She ignores him, he couldn't possibly understand her joy of trying to catch him off guard, and starts reading messages out loud.
| Multi-chan, don't stream with this guy, he can't appreciate you like I do! |
"You're right, he truly can't. That's why I'm trying to teach him."
Pakkun rolls his eyes in her face.
| I love Pakkun, you should collaborate more. It's always fun when he joins. |
She deliberately doesn't read that one aloud and reads the next one.
| Wow Pakkun is a tsundere lololol |
"Haha, that is very true," Multi reaffirms.
"Hey, didn't you forget a comment? Hello, What about the other one!?"
| Show him Multi! You're better than him! |
"Thank you, we all have our strengths."
| Put Pakkun on stream too! Not just his voice, we want to see his cute face! I bet he blushes when you tease him~ |
"Can you turn off your speaker?" he interrupts her, eyes that could kill boring somewhere to the side. Multi suspects he has a screen with her stream open on there and is plotting which witch on Mercari to order a curse from for most of her viewers.
She complies and steps away from her mic so she could still hear him without putting the phone to her ear. "Yeah, what is it?"
"Tell your chat to shut the fuck up, they're full of shit!"
She can't help laughing at his outburst. Spending time with him is not so bad, not so bad at all. He is really entertaining at times, isn't he? And he thinks higher of Multi than she thought he did. The admission is now forever nestled in her memory, there to be thrown under his nose whenever need be.
This is the first time her opinion of Pakkun starts shifting.
Although Ekusu had been the first one to 'visit' Pakkun, Multi doesn't take long to do the same thing. It's convenient and she knows fans would absolutely love it if she collaborated for an in person stream or video, especially a stream and especially inside Pakkun's house. They have also been on exponentially better terms than she had ever imagined. She never suspected Pakkun could be fun to talk to off stream, but she finds herself messaging him a surprising amount.
He is really reactive, which is of no surprise to her at all, but also incredibly entertaining. Multi's favourite past time activity lately has been trying to get under his skin and drawing forth explosive outbursts paired with creative insults. Of course he still retains some level of carefulness over text that is nowhere to be seen on call or in real life, sneaky little shit. It's fine though. Multi wouldn't just leak their private messages, she'd much rather get him to say something stupid on stream. That way it is his fault alone while she gets to laugh at him.
She stands in front of his place, dressed into an easy-going but fashionable style, something normal enough for her that Pakkun wouldn't bat an eye at her clothes, a simple sleeveless blue shirt and white short button-up shorts paired with matching thick heeled sneakers. She has a bag with her, also white in colour, a few necessary pieces of equipment arranged inside of it. She has sunglasses with her too, now resting on the top of her head as opposed to before where she had used them to lower how recognisable she is, and her hair is cascading over her back freely.
All in all, nice but nothing crazy.
She knocks at his door politely - she isn't an animal, after all, like Ekusu is - and waits for the annoyed echo of a familiar voice telling her he's coming. She can barely suppress her excitement, giddiness overtaking her to the point where she's rocking on her feet.
She's excited. Every time she's talked with him lately she's been excited. Of course he grates on her nerves and gets under her skin like clockwork, but sometimes, even when there is no need to perform, he gives her some of the most astonishing compliments she's ever gotten. And she can tell he's not being ass-kissy either, because when he realises what he admits to her, more often than not, he turns red and starts yelling at her. She teases him smugly, but internally her heart thumps in excitement.
Pakkun slams the doors open, looking disgruntled and dishevelled, like an angry little kitten trying to be mad at you. It's a weird comparison to make about Pakkun, but then again it's also weird to have the urge to squish his cheeks and coo about how cute he is. Naturally, Multi keeps both to herself.
"Eh? Multi Nanairo?" he gawks at her and nearly topples into her from surprise. He catches himself on the doorframe just as Multi raises her hands on instinct to catch him. He flushes, deep red and embarrassed, skin contracting nicely with his casual fit. He looks nice, dressed in an oversized red shirt with some edgy band motif on it, lacking his usually ever present camera on his head. His shorts are loose too, sporting some weird shade of black while his toes are barefoot.
"What are you doing here?"
"Nice shoes," Multi mocks. Pakkun looks down and then glares up at her when he realises she's tricked him.
"Alright smart-ass, what do you want?"
She smiles at him, wide and played up, feeling giddy as she pushes him aside and slips inside right past him.
"Hey, wait-! You can't just- Multi!" He rages behind her. The doors click shut and she kicks off her shoes before striding into what she presumes is both his lab and his streaming place combined, looking around curiously. Pakkun is behind her in an instant, scoffing and moving past her, bee-lining for his thirteen tablets???
"Why do you have so many?" she asks, flabbergasted.
"None of your business," he replies, all grumpy. He's glaring at her, but it's more in tiredness and mild annoyance than anything serious. He drags himself to her side and snatches his things as if she'll steal them. "Get out of my house."
She opts to overhear him and struts to the other side of the room where Pakkun has his computers. "I didn't know you liked Bird so much you'd dress up like him," she hums. On one of the screens his research is open, on the other there's a half-watched movie.
He bolts in front of her and tabs out of his research as if she had just threatened to steal his baby. "I'd never dress like that loser!" he spits, falling for the bait. "Bird doesn't own colours all of a sudden, this isn't even his style!"
She decides to be the better person and takes no offence. "What were you watching?"
"I don't know, some stupid horror movie," he grumbles while tidying up his space.
"Is that why I heard you scream like a little girl?"
"I did not!"
She really didn't hear a scream at all, but his reactiveness tells her that being at his doorstep had scared Pakkun shitless after all. She snickers.
"Did you need something? I don't assume you're here to hang out, are you?" He asks her, dragging another chair to his desk and pointing at it with his palms, like a gracious gentleman. "You're welcome to watch the rest of the movie with me, if you want."
That is suspiciously nice of him. Multi raises an eyebrow. "You want to see me scared, don't you?"
He grins, what can only be described as an evil glint lighting up in his eyes. "Semantics," he purrs, before walking past her. "If you're staying, do you want a drink?" He asks over his shoulder.
Multi hesitates. This whole exchange feels strangely friendly. Strangely domestic. It gives her doubts on wether or not she should start the stream she had promised her fans. Her plan had always been to catch Pakkun off guard, chat him up and then have a battle with him when he finds out, afterwards diverting it to the topic of Beycrafting.
Reluctantly, she agrees.
Pakkun disappears behind the doorway and she takes the opportunity to set up her master plan. She places her phone into an inconspicuous corner that would allow her fans to see her, and pulls up her already premade stream description. She sets everything in place and clicks start mere seconds after Pakkun is gone.
Her face flashes on her own phone screen at the same time she hears a ping of a notification. She frantically checks if her phone is on silent, which it is, and just stares confused for a second. But she has no time to dwell on it. She quietly yet excitedly greets her fans in passing and explains what they are doing and where they are. Catching Pakkun off guard, of course. Then she turns her screen off to not alert Pakkun that something is up and waits for him as she hears his footsteps. She looks around, eyes drawn to his screen again and itching to look at what he's been hiding. But what catches her attention is a pop-up that has sprawled itself across his screen. It's the Beytube application open on it when it wasn't been before, and on the said application she can see herself. Her own stream.
She gapes at it, panicking for a second before swiftly marching there to minimise the application and back off before Pakkun can round the corner.
"What are you doing?" he grumbles as he walks in with two cans of soda in hand. She stands straight and smiles like a goody two shoes.
"Nothing~"
He's changed his outfit, she notes. He's put socks on and he's dragged his streaming headset back from wherever he hid it, likely his room. His hair isn't as tousled as before, as if it's been brushed over in what little time he's been gone and his usual jacket is hanging off one of his forearms. He looks more put together like this, and if Multi didn't know him better she'd suspect he was trying to impress her.
He gives her the canned soda, setting his own down by the table and pulling the jacket on his frame. Multi also sets hers down somewhere and starts chatting him up, trying to give her audience something worth watching.
"What have you been up to, Pakkun?"
"Doing my research, refining my skills, you know, the usual." he breaks off into an info-dumping tirade about Multi's own latest Beyblade – as if she wasn't the one who made it – with a passionate glint in his eyes, animatedly gesturing in emphasis.
Almost immediately she picks up on the change of tone. Pakkun had sounded a little tired, voice scratchier and deeper than usual with a less intense demeanour than she's used to, but now it's as if he's rejuvenated. Performative.
She narrows her eyes while he's talking, stepping closer into his personal space. His voice falters and he looks at her in surprise, eyes flickering between her own and somewhere lower before slamming back up in panic. "What are you doing?" he asks, voice higher and faster than usual.
"Trying to figure something out."
"Well, can you stop doing it this close," he hisses, voice too low to be picked up by her phone. But he doesn't step back and he doesn't tell her to either and his breathing is shallow, Multi notes.
Their proximity registers to her too, and despite herself she feels a hot flush trying to crawl up her face. She ends up backing away from him and turning away from the camera, just to school her expression back into something normal, and not embarrassingly caught off guard. Of course, because she is a good content creator, she redirects attention fast and outright asks Pakkun for a battle. He's back in his element immediately too, excited by the prospect of having a battle with her. Despite herself, Multi feels a rush of exhilaration alongside him.
She knows he knows by now. She can't tell how but he had likely known they're live since he had stepped back into the room. There's a distinct difference between Pakkun just being himself and him putting up a farce for the views. "How did you know?" She asks him when she's turned away from the camera, quiet so her audience doesn't hear.
He smirks at her, side-stepping so her frame covers his. He definitely knows, bastard. "You're too easy to read."
Multi rolls her eyes, not falling for a cheap trick like this. "It's almost like you're obsessed with me. Are you subscribed to me or something?" she taunts him. She wouldn't put it past him, to have notifications on for her just so he could effectively stalk her or something.
"No, dumbass," he growls while she laughs at him. "You wish!" He barks, showing her his Beytube and who he follows. Not her, but she still basks in glee. He probably has an alt account where he follows her anyway. "You pull this every time! Also, do you think I can't see your phone sticking out?"
Touché. Since the jig is up she moves her phone for a better position and hijacks Pakkun's equipment to add it to her stream, which he complains about but ultimately lets her.
She dwells on it. How does he know then? Had he seen her tab out of the stream after all? Why did Pakkun even have Beytube open on her and how had her stream been open too, right after she started it? Does he have his computer connected to his phone, and opened it that way?
While setting equipment off camera her thoughts are interrupted by Pakkun bumping against her shoulder. She looks up at him, expecting it to be an accident, but his expression tells her it wasn't. She finds herself dangerously close to his face again.
"Do you still wanna watch the movie after you end the live stream?"
Multi stares at him, gauging if he's serious. He even seems to be a little bashful, scratching the back of his head as if he's regretting asking already and looking away from her. She wants to tut and mock him for it, but strangely enough the warmth in her chest overshadows that instinct.
"Sure."
| Oh lol Pakkun is unaware again |
| Multi-chan you can't keep doing this to him, he'll die of a heart attack! What if he accidentally reveals his address! |
| Op above me I f*cking wish |
| Op above me I second |
| I third! |
| All of you are FREAKS |
| Oh lol why are they so close? |
| HAHA DID YOU SEE HOW QUICKLY PAKKUN SHUT UP |
| Is he blushing!?? |
| Is Multi-chan blushing!? |
| ????? |
| !!!??? |
| ¿¿¿¿ |
| WHAT ARE THEY WHISPERING ABOUT!??? |
| Crap-kun you sly bastard get away from her!!! Multi-chan is mine!!! |
They're walking down the street together, outfits casual but stylish. It's bland enough so they don't stand out, but still nice enough to be appropriate for a date.
"We're not calling it that," Pakkun grumbles, but Multi knows him enough by now to tell he's all bark, no bite, and embarrassment makes him even louder.
"What else would you want to call it?"
"Literally anything else! You're not seeing me on a date with Bird ever!"
"But you'd be okay with it if it was just me?"
He falls quiet for a second. "No," he bites out with a delay. Too late.
"Awww, Pakkun," Multi coos, genuinely moved much to his annoyance.
"Both of you are annoying, why would I date either!?" he explodes on her while she moves a palm to her face, dramatically covering her mouth. "Stop this, Multi, fuck!"
"It's okay, Pakkun. Being a tsundere is part of your charm."
"Who is a tsundere!?"
Multi ignores him, whistling as she strides forward. Pakkun follows her like a loyal dog, just a step's pace behind her. She'd offer to hold his hand, but last time he'd turned red and called it gay before running away.
The streets are nice like this, bathed in artificial light as the night steadily settles in. They're better hidden in the darkness too, the urgency of keeping privacy set aside more than usual. Multi wishes Bird was with them too, but she knows Pakkun has a harder time coming to terms with the fact that he enjoys Bird's company than the fact that he enjoys hers, even if both are hard pills to swallow. So she gets to be alone with him like this while Bird has been whisked away by Ekusu for who knows what.
They have been getting along surprisingly well lately. Hijacking Pakkun's place had become somewhat of a habit by now, crashing there on so many occasions Multi finds herself leaving clothes at his place. Of course he complains about it every single time and of course he has to be bitchy about it and try to get back at them, but more or less he just lets them. There's traces of team persona scattered across Pakkun's home, Bird's hoodie Pakkun had straight up claimed for himself, ingredients stocked in his fridge so Bird can make them food – usually sushi – primarily to satiate Ekusu, but Multi would be lying if she denied feeling excited at the prospect of eating Bird's cooking too. Although traces of Tenka and Ekusu are less prominent within Pakkun's home, there is still Tenka's favourite drink stocked up to be found and another stadium now permanently set up so Ekusu can tire himself out to be, quote on quote, 'less annoying'.
However, by far the most disturbance in his home is caused by Multi. She leaves things behind occasionally, like her sunglasses and what little makeup she uses, some of her streaming equipment has been swapped out for his and a shirt or two wind up left in his place occasionally. Of course, Multi has gotten pieces of Pakkun to take home with too, that red band themed shirt she had poked fun off had somehow ended in her room. Its soft and comfortable and not her style at all, so she's decided to use it as pyjamas until Pakkun realises he's missing it.
She's not entirely too sure if he doesn't know or pretends not to.
She had also come to realise that he keeps entirely separate research specifically focused on her and her Beyblades. Old Multi would think it creepy, maybe stalkerish. Now she finds it endearing and a great source of fun. It is so easy to tease Pakkun with it, but he gives as good as he gets and leaves Multi oftentimes fumbling too.
It's special, whatever they have going on, but Multi dares not to place a name to it. She herself is uncertain too, about all of it. Whatever is brewing between her and Bird, her and Pakkun or Pakkun and Bird, she can't tell yet. But it's special and it means a lot to her.
"Multi, didn't we mean to record a video for you?" Pakkun cuts into her thoughts. She pauses and hums in affirmation. They were supposed to, yes, but Bird had been dragged away by Ekusu so her original plans had been ruined.
"We will," she affirms him, thoughtful. Maybe she could change the video idea completely? But it would be a rather boring video… should she stream instead? A Just-Chatting stream with Pakkun? While they stroll around? With a bit of delay obviously so they can't get surprise ambushed as easily, and they won't stream for too long.
A devious smile spreads across her cheeks. Oh how wonderful, she should just start streaming again without telling Pakkun about it at all! It's not like she'd really be lying either, just… omitting some details. She turns some of her stream VODs into videos anyway!
She instantly takes out her phone and starts setting up necessities for a stream. Pakkun offers to help her, but she denies him on the simple principle that he'd immediately realise what's up.
When they're settled in a more private corner of a park and she's set up, she starts the stream, puts on her persona and says her greetings into her camera as if she's recording an intro with Pakkun dutifully following her. He sounds fake as fuck to her ears and when he's turned away from the camera he looks at his phone and then pointedly narrows his eyes at her.
"What?" she quietly asks him, but he ignores her question.
"Do you even know what you want to record?"
"I'll figure it out."
He rolls his eyes at her, kicking a pebble in his way. "In that case your video will just be trash."
A rush of annoyance surges through Multi. "Some of us are good at improvising. Not like you'd know."
Her words strike Pakkun where he's most sore. He gets riled up immediately, her mean-spirited words raising his hackles and his voice to the point her microphone definitely picks it up. "Yeah? Then let me lead!"
"No way, you'll just come up with something that's already trending and overdone like trying to Beyblade with randomised parts challenge."
The following silence confirms her assessment. He looks disgruntled and pouty at the fact that he's been snuffed out so quickly. She feels compelled to pet his head and grab his cheeks while he hisses at her like a disturbed cat. "Okay then you think of something better," he snaps at her and looks away.
"How about we try Beyblading with a blindfold?"
She sees him try to put on his online persona, but her words immediately vaporise it as his mouth falls agape. "That's just stupid!"
"What, is it too creative for you? Too original?"
He narrows his eyes. "Okay Multi, you're asking for it."
She keeps on teasing, grinning at him. "Are you scared you'll lose?"
"No."
"Are you not good enough to win against me?"
His eyes shoot lightning bolts at her, screaming death threats that would get her account banned and his subscriber count decimated. He steps closer, strides right into her personal space and up against her ear to quietly growl off camera, "Man, go kill yourself, give me the fucking blindfold." He extends his hand.
"Say that to the camera if you dare."
"You wish! I'm not an idiot."
Multi feels a little flustered at the proximity, but also conscious of it. Whenever they stand this close to each other her audience riots and explodes. She doesn't mind it too much as long as it doesn't warrant her any crazy stalkers (it is rather funny seeing everything people can come up with), but he puts her out of her depth which is dangerous to do while she's live. Not like he knows.
"I'll look for something," she tells him, rummaging through her bag for anything appropriate for this.
Pakkun was embarrassed about their lack of distance initially, but when he realised that the incident of Multi coming to his house for the first time raised his subscriber count, especially when she pushed into his personal space, he's been not only agreeable but pushing for more in real life content with Multi. Distance between them has gradually lessened over time, but there's still that tiny bit of space usually sitting idly between them. It doesn't exist between her and Bird, neither does it exist between Bird and Pakkun, but that's because when it matters Bird is braver than either of them.
She pulls out a decorative scarf. Pakkun reaches for it to roughly snatch it from her hands and tie it around his head, but he does a poor job at it, the fabric sitting crooked and the knot tied too loosely.
"Let me," she murmurs, reaching up for it.
"It's fine."
"No it's not, let me fix it."
He grumbles but lets her do as she pleases, fingers brushing against his cheekbone and travelling with a feather-light touch all the way to his nape before sliding into his hair to redo the knot. Pakkun's breath hitches under her, and a strong urge to keep him blindfolded surges through her. The idea of him being at her mercy like this while she can touch as she pleases sends a hot pulse straight to her guts.
Mortified, she finishes her work and steps away, breathing laboured and fingers trembling. This isn't how it's supposed to go. Her streaming is supposed to make Pakkun do something foolish, not have her fall for her own tricks.
But standing here, Pakkun blindfolded in front of her and waiting for her instructions, it is clear she is losing her own game, and if this is supposed to be a loss, it's a loss Multi could get used to.
| F*ck yeah, surprise stream!!! |
| Did Pakkun just say Multi is using aimbot??? In Beyblade??? |
| What did you expect, that guy is a sore loser. |
| Guys do you think Multi-chan told Pakkun-kun that she's streaming this time or is he unaware |
| He seems pretty aware to me. |
| D*amnit! |
| Haha lol guys how much do you want to bet that he has an alt account where he is subscribed to her and has notifications on for her and he actively participates in her chat. |
| Quick, chat, which account is inactive whenever Multi-chan and Pakkun-kun are both on stream? |
| Incredible idea… Kowalski, analysis! |
| On it, boss! |
| Of course Fake-kun would be a stalker! |
"Where is Pakkun?" She echoes a question while stretching. "I don't know. At home probably. Likely still sleeping."
She knows he had stayed up late doing research on the Beyblade he had made for Yoko. It's loss against Eight had been eating at him, so he's been studying the cross corporation's beys and his own incessantly, trying to figure out Clock Mirage's weaknesses and wether or not he could improve Fox Brush in any capacity. Multi knows all of this because he had been complaining about it to her for most of the night, messaging her insistently whenever he hit a block and needed to vent. Of course, Multi hadn't reacted helpfully every time, sometimes she just wanted to rage-bait him into telling her to kill herself before he immaturely ignored her for an hour until his research made him forget he's supposed to be mad.
Multi reads another message aloud.
| Can you call him? |
"Well, I could, but if he's asleep he won't pick up," she explains. She's abused this privilege one too many times, so unless she's lucky and he forgets to put his phone on silent, she won't be able to reach him.
"Unless…" an idea pops in her mind. Usually, whenever she talks to Pakkun casually, she just calls his phone number. But sometimes, when they face-time, be it for business or for leisure, she uses an app. An app Pakkun has installed on multiple devices. Surely one of them will ring, right…?
Multi reaches for her phone with a mischievous smile, using the well worn shortcut to get to Pakkun's contact. She has him pinned at the top of the app alongside Shiguru, Bird and Ekusu. She's considered pinning both Tenka and Nine too like she's pinned Ekusu, if only so Pakkun wouldn't think he's something that special if she has him equated on the same level as her sister.
She should definitely do this before the next time he comes over, but for now she focuses on more important matters; trying to get Pakkun unaware and say something incriminating on stream. Hopefully nothing that would risk her own dignity.
The call rings for barely a second before it's hung up abruptly, living Multi blinking in surprise. She can't even process it fully when a message flies in.
'You gave me a heart attack!!!'
'I nearly threw my fucking phone!!!'
Or, well, two.
She bursts out laughing, an uncontrolled, unrestrained pure sound of joy unravelling from deep within her stomach. She can just imagine him, startling awake from his sleep and slamming his phone off. He had forgotten to silence it after all.
She can't even wipe her tears from her face when her phone starts ringing. It's Pakkun, displayed in bold, white letters with an embarrassing picture Multi had taken of him once for an icon. She accepts the call and puts him on speaker.
"Ohamaru~" Multi playfully greats him. "Were you asleep?"
"You're lucky I wasn't." he grumbles in reply. There is no real annoyance behind it at all. His voice is scratchy, deeper than usual from sleep. He sounds as if his hair is all messed up and his eyes still stick together due to sleepiness. "What do you want?"
"Nothing much, I just wanted to chat with you."
She hears shifting on the other end, rustling of bed sheets. Last time she was over they were multi-coloured and themed after her and he had exploded at her laughter because it was a gift from fans and not his own personal choice, as if he didn't actively choose to use it.
She had told him to keep using them and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which had shut him down immediately. He is so easy to control once you figure him out.
"Yeah," Pakkun says, yawning. "I'm just that great."
"Sure you are!" Multi cheerfully agrees. She only half means it, as Pakkun is a spiteful, conniving bastard and his ego inflates too easily, but there's plenty traits about him to like too. Mainly what draws Multi in is his intelligence, sharp and witty, on par with her own. "But what do you think of me then?"
"That you're annoying."
Multi grins. "What else?"
"And stu-…" he pauses, silence trailing after him until he begrudgingly hisses, "studious. Yes. That's what I meant."
She laughs at him, but in the middle of it a ping of a notification interrupts her. Pakkun's message flashes at the top of her screen before disappearing.
'You're stupid'
It just cracks her up further. "Go on, go on," she giggles. Awww. What a little tsundere she has! Bird always tells her honestly what he thinks of her, but with Pakkun it's a constant uphill battle.
"Cool."
'Retarded!!!'
She takes offence to that one, gasping in front of her audience and clicking out on Pakkun's messages.
'Takes one to know one.'
'You were asking for it!'
"What else, Pakkun?" She says in the sweetest, most cloying voice through her teeth that grates on dangerous.
"Are you seriously fishing for compliments?" he complains.
"Pakkun."
"Fine! You're pretty!" He blurts out with a rush, embarrassment clinging to the edge of his voice. Multi's anger is washed away with it, the words clinging to her brain with a vice grip.
Pakkun meant it, like the two or three times before he's said it and then immediately caved under embarrassment. He finds her pretty and a hot flush rushes to her cheeks.
"Don't get any ideas!" he barks. Everything Multi has done with him, everything he's done with Bird too, and yet this is what still sets him off running. Genuine, heartfelt compliments.
'When I said pretty I meant pretty stupid, okay!??'
She snorts, but a treacherous, fond smile creeps on her face as she leans her cheek against her drawn up knee. "You seriously can't compliment me without being backhanded?" she asks him, voice low, not caring how cryptic she sounds to her audience.
"Backhanded? When was I being backhanded?" He laughs nervously while furiously typing her replies.
'???'
'The fuck are you doing?'
'Do you want your chat to get weird ideas again???'
'Look at what they're saying!!!'
'Who the fuck called me Pachud!?!?!?'
Multi spares a glance to her chat, seeing an influx of comments.
| play resident evil |
| She's pretty… |
| He said she's pretty… |
| Omg |
| Where is the lie |
| (1$ donation) play resident evil |
| I'm going to die, I'm seriously going to die!!! Multi-chan don't talk to Pa-chud, don't talk to that homewrecker so often!!! |
| PA-CHUD??? |
| Mods get this guy out of here. |
| Don't ruin our fun!!! |
| Pa-chud… |
|Pakkulti 4ever!!! |
| (5$ donation) play resident evil |
|No, Multi clearly tops, its Mulkun! |
| That name is ugly, what about Multikun??? |
| That just sounds like an honorific |
| STOP ARGUING ABOUT SHIP NAMES, FOCUS ON WHAT THE F*CK ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT |
Multi ignores them all. She raises an eyebrow at the camera, looking straight into it. Making spiritual eye contact with Pakkun. "So you know I'm streaming."
"Of course I know, you do this every t-"
"Awww, Pakkun," she interrupts him. "If you have my notifications on just tell me."
"You wish!"
"What were you doing, watching my stream in bed?"
There's a pause on his side. "No," he drawls, voice raising in pitch that lets her immediately know he is performing. "I was doing research, as you know, I'm almost done with a perfect Clock Mirage replica. Subscribe to Pakkun channel for more information!"
"Research in bed."
"I wasn't in bed!"
"I can hear your bed-sheets."
| Sponsoring himself on stream, shameless! And also lying! |
| Wait, Pakkun, tell us more, I'm so curious |
| Haha he's being a tsundere and deflecting haha |
| (10$ donation) Wtf I thought Pakkun was gay and in denial??? Who is shipping him with Multi??? He can NOT bag that |
"What was that!?" Pakkun barks out, professionalism flushed out of his voice. The rustling of his sheets and the low thud gives Multi the impression that he had just jumped out of his bed, frazzled and pissed, desperately clutching his phone to his face. "First of all, I am not gay! Second of all, I absolutely could bag Multi if I wanted to! But I don't! That's all!"
Multi keeps snickering at his enraged self-defence, tongue itching to say something incriminating. Instead she sends him a message.
'Really bold of you to say that when neither is true.'
'??? First of all, being with Bird shouldn't count as being a fag or bi or anything of that lgtv bullshit, second of all, you are literally my girlfriend???'
'It's more like YOU are my girlfriend though.'
The incredulous sound she hears through the speaker makes her facade crack as she starts laughing at him.
'??? Fuck you???'
'The fuck does that mean???'
'I'm a man!'
'A really submissive one.'
'Okay and??? Men can't be submissive anymore?'
'Not like I am or anything
'You're just a sadist! There's a difference! Abusing me into submission!'
"Guys," Multi asks grinning so hard her cheeks hurt. "Between me and Pakkun, who do you think would be more submissive? Pakkun, right?"
"Stop dreaming."
An influx of comments overtakes her screen, all of them screaming Pakkun in unison.
"Lies, lies, these are actual, fabricated lies, these- stop laughing!"
How could she, when everyone sees through Pakkun now too? She may never succeed in getting a stream with him without Pakkun knowing he is being streamed to a live audience (she knows he has to have notifications on for her, she just can't prove it), but when this is a result she is faced with, she finds herself not really caring at all.
"Ohamaru~"
"Drop the theatrics you bastard," her playful greeting instantly gets cut off. "You went overboard again!" Pakkun rages into her ear. He sounds less genuinely pissed and more mildly annoyed and inconvenienced. She figures it can't be all that serious.
"What do you mean?" Multi replies, all sweet and innocent.
"You know what I mean! Stop being so rough with- wait, are you on speaker?"
"No," she chirps, lips drawn into a barely contained smirk. The urge to giggle hits her hard.
"Don't lie to me, you think I don't notice the difference in sound quality? Turn this shit off, if Bird overhears anything I'll kill myself."
Her lips stretch wider. "I'm alone in my room, you know?" she coos. He isn't aware she is streaming at all. For once in their long exchange of jabs, Pakkun is unaware that Multi has his voice on air, in front of a live audience.
"I don't care, I rather die than admit to him I like him!"
Multi suddenly sobers up. Now she is sure Pakkun doesn't know she is streaming and her act for the audience immediately drops. "Pakkun..." she replies in all seriousness.
"What!? You're not making me say that to him, ever! It's bad enough that you know how i feel about you, but that's because you don't have a bird brain like he does! There's no fooling you-"
Multi's heart gallops in her chest. "Pakkun!" She firmly interrupts his self exposing rant. He falls quiet, for which she'd usually feel compelled to tease him, call him out on how readily he follows her commands, but at this moment she feels a trickling sense of unease. "I'm streaming," she tells him, and hears the silence speak louder than a thousand words. It feels like the calm before the storm. The unnatural silence before a bomb drops and he explodes into her ear.
"What!?"
She stays silent, paralysed in place. She doesn't know if she should laugh at him and at how easily he exposed his own act by being careless or if she should put him off speaker before he admits to a live audience that what he's complaining about is ahem… Multi's skills in bed leaving him aching.
"Guys, guys!" he desperately defends himself through her mic. "This is just a joke, I don't like her that much to be honest actually, like, at all-"
She tunes him out, barely containing her own laughter. He rages in the background, some sort of a familiar white noise as she checks the influx of comments.
| ??? |
| ???????? |
| Are they dating???? |
| What does any of this mean? |
| Wait, what did Pakkun mean by Multi being too rough with him? |
| ???? |
| Guys, they're probably just good friends putting on theatrics for attention! |
| Wait so is pakkubird yaoi real??? |
| Kyaaaaaa~!!! OMG~!!! I'm instantly subscribing to Pakkun now! |
Multi can't help gawk at the ridiculousness of some of the comments and as fun as it is hearing Pakkun lose his marbles upon what he's actually admitted, she doesn't like the idea of everyone coming to their own conclusions from this exchange. After all, as a influencer, the number one topic one should never talk about is their love life, no matter the age. There are always obsessed stalkers who want nothing more but to have you for themselves and for your partner to disappear off the face of the Earth for forever.
Pakkun, however, seems to be of a completely different mindset.
"I don't like her, BAKA!" he rages and stop in the middle of his rant. He's eerily quiet for a total of five seconds before he blurts out in surprise, "My subscriber count just rose. Wait, my subscriber count just rose! Multi and I go wayyyy back, we are very close with each other!" he rambles on, completely changing the tone of his words.
Multi can't stop herself from bursting out into laughter. He is so predictable, so easy to sway for a higher subscriber count that she can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
"So you're admitting you like Bird too?" she jabs at him, raining on his parade.
"I didn't say that!" he rages again, as if anyone will believe it. After all, he had already said the opposite publicly a few moments ago. He'll have to die of embarrassment, it seems. Too bad, Pakkun!
| That was the gayest stream ever |
| How was that the gayest if he had a woman peg him? |
| This is a joke, right Multi-chan!? Please tell me it's a joke, please, my wife… |
| How has this guy not been banned yet? |
| He's back on an alt account, MODS |
| I found it! |
| Found what? |
| Pakkun's secret fan account! |
| Really!?|
| Yes, it's NanairoGale |
| Omg for real? |
| It's really Pakkun? |
| No dumb*sses, there's like thousands of users that fit this description |
| I made it up |
Bonus:
They have been sitting in Multi's room together, looking back through the VOD of the latest (in Pakkun's opinion) disastrous and (in Multi's own humble one) entertaining stream. Pakkun had rushed over the moment she had started wrapping up her stream and was at her door not even five minutes after it ended, sweaty and panting as if he ran there.
She barely managed a hello before he barrelled inside of her room and forcefully slammed shut the door, Bird, who was awkwardly trailing behind him and trying to calm him down, getting the cruel reality of wood slammed shut right in front of his face.
Multi had sighed, called Pakkun a big baby and asked Bird to come by later. Thankfully he's an understanding and compassionate boy, whom Multi sometimes doesn't know what she'd do without, unlike Pakkun who, at a first glance, seems perfect, and at a second glance is the fakest bitch she's ever met and has no redeeming quality whatsoever. But when you look again, under all the bravado, he is only a boy too. Yes, he's stingy and spiteful and way too proud and competitive, but so is Multi. And she likes how witty he is, how fun it is to hold conversations with him.
It is why she had found herself so drawn to him, even after all he's been pulling, being blindly strung along by Yoko just because she's been expertly massaging his ego. Multi had felt a tiny, really tiny, really really tiny bit of jealousy over that, but essentially that ass is still hers.
She squeezes his butt, making him yelp and turn to her with a glare while his cheeks flush. Yep. Still hers.
"What are you doing?"
She grins and squeezes again. "Sexually harassing you."
"Can you do that later and focus on more important matters at hand?" he hisses at her, but he doesn't slap her hand away.
Eventually she relents and focuses on the task at hand. "What are you even looking for?" she asks him as he frantically scans through the VOD.
"Quiet. A genius is seeking," he mumbles. She punches his shoulder for that one. "Ow, what the hell!?"
They keep looking for whatever Pakkun is looking for and Multi grows bored of it. She thinks on what she's been wondering the entire time since the stream. "Did you log out of your secret fan account or something?" she asks him mockingly.
Pakkun pauses his frantic search and looks at her, incredulous. "How did you know?"
Multi's hand slips and she nearly falls on her own knee with her chin in a comical fashion that causes Pakkun to snigger. "What? You're serious?"
"How else do you think I wouldn't know you're streaming?"
"You have a secret fan account. For me."
"It's not a fan account," he says defensively. "It's a general purpose private account! You're not that important!"
"Yeah yeah, get to the point," she dismisses him. They've played these games thousands of times. Multi knows the truth anyway.
"The point is that I accidentally logged out of my private account and didn't get a notification of you streaming, so now everyone heard what no one should've ever heard and in the middle of that ordeal I saw someone mention my account's private name! I need to know I'm not insane right now and you need to delete that part out!"
"If I delete out a part of the VOD they will know it has information I don't want to share, Pakkun."
"I know, just don't you dare add it to an edited video!" he bristles, furiously abusing the play and rewind buttons. "And never, ever, ever let Bird see any of this! I swear to god if he was watching your stream when he usually doesn't this one time I will crash out."
She looks at him, deadpan. "It's not that serious."
"It is! My dignity is on the line here!"
"Your dignity is already down under."
"Ugh, whatever."
Pakkun stops suddenly, messing with Multi's footage until he jumps up from where he was sitting. "See!?" he yells, pointing at the screen. Multi scoots closer and starts reading her chat.
"Is your name seriously dickrider69?"
"What!? That is not me, my account is that one!" he says, pointing at the screen. "Where did you even see that!?"
She shrugs, grinning. "It was an informed guess."
"Go die in a ditch."
She doesn't go ahead to do that, instead she focuses on the chat and looks for the username Pakkun had pointed out.
She stares blankly. NanairoGale? That is the randomest username she's ever seen. It doesn't seem like Pakkun at all. She looks up at him, questioning, but he's busy looking flabbergasted.
Pakkun looks indignant. "How the hell did he accidentally find the right account?"
"That's really you?" she asks.
"Yes, I'm telling you-!"
"'Rainbow Gale'? Nanairo? And gale? As in Wyvern Gale?"
He looks uncomfortable, fidgeting in place and refusing to meet her eyes. He opens his mouth and she can just see him start spouting some bullshit, before he snaps his jaw shut again. Only after another failed attempt at speaking he timidly admits, "I'll tell you what it means if you won't laugh."
He looks serious, and while she loves nothing more than making fun of him, she wouldn't dream of doing it when he's handing her his honesty so freely and looking so deeply out of his element. She nods.
"It's a reference," he says, and then finally looks her in the eyes, cheeks flushed red. "To you. And, you know, the first Beyblade you've made at the academy. That really impressed me."
She stares at him, silent, mouth agape. The words stun her like a deer in headlights, cutting off her flow of thoughts and bolting her down in spot. She had been joking when she insinuated he has a secret fan account but he really… Pakkun really…
"Say something you bastard!"
Multi can't help herself. She hugs him, happy, and coes into his ear, "Aww, Pakkun! So you really do have a fan account! That's so cute of you!"
"Okay, okay that's a little far!" he protests, but his face is mashed into her shirt at this angle, into her boobs, and he can't complain all that audibly against clothing. "I'm not cute!" he tries again. "And it's not a fan account!"
How silly of him. He is the cutest!