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Fulgur Ovid, Nijisanji En fifth wave Noctyx, a cyborg from the future, never expected that this sentence, or these two words, would be the first message that he saw after taking a break and sitting back in front of the computer.
"Say it"
There are no punctuation marks, making it impossible to judge the tone and mood of the other person. However, Fulgur somehow felt the complex feelings hidden in it. It is like when his doggo ran to him with a big and warm hug with the smell of Shu’s debut video, and it’s also like opening the Niji goods which he has been waiting for a long time but found that there’s only surface defect on his own one. It’s joyful and a little bit annoying. He checked whether there were any new announcements or messages in the DC, and browsed Twitter to confirm whether something happened during his rest period, but he couldn't be 100% sure. He clicked on the chatting room with the one he opened first, and replied with a single word as well.
"Morning"
He thought that the other person should be busy preparing for the next day's stream or just in the middle of a break, and would not reply immediately, but when Fulgur was about to click on another chatting room, a text that clearly expressed one’s emotional deterioration appeared on the screen.
"No"
"No?"
"Not that."
"Which one is that?"
"You knew it."
"I don't know, what is it?"
In the middle of the conversation, Fulgur was able to determine that his thought was correct, but he couldn't hold back the heart of making fun of the person on the other end of the network line. The fingers on the keyboard kept typing out wrong answers. Then, the other person's dissatisfaction and silent expressions made him realize that he might have accidentally played too much again.
"Ukiki, are you still there? I really don't know, please tell me."
"...There is no way you don't know."
The sentence that appeared after five minutes made Fulgur, who was just joking at first, but felt a little anxious later, couldn't help laughing wryly in front of the screen. They knew each other too well to be able to fool each other with such a poor lie. He was sure that Uki would not be able to lose his temper with him even if he knew that he did it on purpose - just as he knew exactly what Uki wanted to hear, but he still couldn't say it since he was in the pouts.
Yes, he was in the pouts.
Fulgur lowered his head and the light from the screen reflected on his silver-white hair, blurring the sight of others who might be looking at him, and making it difficult to see his heart clearly. He sincerely appreciates the voice of the kouhai, and also feels that although his debut lines may sound a bit cringe for the first time, they are actually as attractive as the ASMR of his Demon Brother, so he tried to imitate them in the zatsudan stream. Chat's reaction made him feel funny, and Uki's retweet message is also cute. Besides, it was much easier for him to lower his voice at the moment when he was not fully recovered from his illness, so Fulgur didn't have any resistance at first. But, when Uki was sulking because he couldn't get what he asked for, Fulgur unexpectedly felt uncomfortable and unwilling to roll in his chest.
... Why do I have to say other people's lines instead of my own to you?
His unusual emotions interfered with the scheduled work plan, he didn't want to move at all. Since there is no reaction on his side, there is no reply from the other side. There is no unstoppable message transmission, nor the emotional expression as usual in their chatting room. They can only see blank and long silence which never happened between them.
After a while, Fulgur rubbed his cheeks, exhaled a long breath, typed a few words, and sent them out without looking and checking. Just when he was about to turn off the screen and escape any replies that might make him feel uncomfortable, he realized that the sentence sent by the person on the other side at the same time had already appeared on it. He stared at it for a long time, after confirming that he read it correctly, he covered his eyes with his hands. It's hard to tell whether the low sound from his throat was a laugh or a whimper. When he calmed down, the first thing he did was pick up the phone, convert the text into a voice message, and send it to his one and only.
“I only want to hear the line from you, and I hope you will only say that to me.”
"If you read me, I'll never let you go, baby."