"Calling Sitetampo"

...

"Y/N," you hear through your headphones—it was Sitetampo.

You had asked him earlier if you could practice Brawl Stars together, which was why you were now in a call with him. It should be noted, however, that he was live-streaming to about 1,000 of his fans. The thought made you slightly nervous, but you quickly pushed yourself to get over it.

"Yes, hi!" you responded cheerfully.

Sitetampo's fans quickly recognized your voice, having seen you appear on Crazy Raccoon's official TikTok account before. The chat immediately filled with all types of comments—some good and others... not so much.

"OMG, is that Y/N?! I've seen her on the official account before; she's adorable!!"

"Ew, she's obviously just using him for his fame..."

"You're just jealous because you're not talking to him, smh."

"Wait, is she going to play too?!"

"Did you open the game yet?" Sitetampo asked, multitasking as he also indirectly answered the fans' questions.

"It's still loading, hold on," you replied.

Once your game finally loaded, Sitetampo sent you an invite to join his team, which you quickly accepted. The two of you planned to play some Duo Showdowns since that would also be a key part of the upcoming local tournament.

The first few rounds went exceptionally well—you won all of them. But as time went on, you and Sitetampo began talking more while playing, the conversation flowing naturally between jokes and banter. It was fun, but the lighthearted chatting started to distract both of you, causing a few mistakes here and there. Every time you messed up, you and Sitetampo burst into laughter, enjoying yourselves despite the minor setbacks.

However, unbeknownst to you, some of the chat had taken a harsher tone. Hate comments began to multiply, targeting you specifically.

"She's such a distraction; no wonder he's losing now..."

"Can't believe she's this bad at the game. Why's he even playing with her?"

"This is why streamers shouldn't mix games and relationships. Ugh."

Despite the negativity in the chat, Sitetampo didn't seem bothered. Instead, he seemed completely focused on making the game enjoyable for both of you, occasionally teasing you or cheering you on whenever you made a great play.

"Nice shot, Y/N! You're getting the hang of this!" he said warmly after you pulled off a crucial takedown in one of the matches.

His praise made you smile, and you replied with a playful laugh, "Finally! Maybe I can carry you for a change."

"Oh? Is that a challenge?" he teased, the grin evident in his voice.

The two of you laughed again, completely immersed in the moment.

It was almost 2 a.m., and you were starting to feel the weight of exhaustion. Sitetampo, on the other hand, still seemed full of energy. However, he noticed you were getting sleepy—your focus was slipping, and you were only doing the bare minimum in the game now.

He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw your character charge straight into the opposing team without hesitation, only to get eliminated almost immediately. You let out a small, tired "Ohw," and that was all he needed to decide it was time to call it a night.

Still on the call, he spoke gently. "Sleepyhead, I ended the live so you can go to sleep now."

His voice startled you slightly, snapping you out of your drowsy state. "Huh? Oh, when did you do that?" you replied, your voice soft and a little confused.

"Just now, silly," he said with a slight laugh.

"Oh... makes sense. Sorry," you muttered, embarrassed.

"Don't worry," he replied warmly. "Just take your pretty little head to bed."

"But I don't wanna hang up~," you said in a whiny voice.

"Hmmm..." he hummed thoughtfully for a few seconds. "I guess I can stay on the phone, but you have to go to sleep, okay? We have practice early tomorrow morning, and I don't want you to be tired."

"Ughhh... fine," you replied, still whining a little.

You heard Sitetampo chuckle softly on the other end of the line. "Goodnight, sunshine. Sleep well."

Your cheeks flushed slightly at his words. "Goodnight, Tampo. Sleep well too."

Tucking yourself into bed, you made sure to get comfortable, the soft rustling of your sheets audible through the call. Sitetampo stayed silent, listening as your breathing gradually slowed and grew a little louder, signaling that you had drifted off to sleep.

Hearing this, Sitetampo smiled gently to himself. After a moment, he whispered softly, almost as if afraid to wake you, "I love you, Y/N."

Sitetampo continued playing Brawl Stars for a few more hours, still staying in the call with you. He tried to keep his voice low, not wanting to disturb your peaceful sleep.

Eventually, the fatigue caught up with him, and he decided it was time to call it a night. By now, it was 6 a.m.—getting some rest seemed absolutely necessary since he'd have to be up by 8 a.m. for practice.

He placed his phone on the charger, making sure the battery wouldn't die during the night and cut off the call. After ensuring everything was set, he climbed into bed, adjusting himself until he was comfortable.

To his surprise, he fell asleep faster than he expected, probably because the soft sound of your breathing still echoed faintly through the call. It was comforting—a small reminder that you were still there.