/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

You check your watch.

It's been about 90 minutes since you sat down quietly just outside Fubuki's room. Even with the door closed and through all soundproofing, you could hear her voice crack and her pained sobs and sniffles. You'd like nothing more than to bust in and console her, but that would be... problematic.

Her mood seemed to improve as the stream went on, idly chatting about which Holomem fits a Marvel character and what-not, but still the air was somber and gloomy. The usual high pitch high energy fox stepping aside in favor of just a normal brokenhearted girl.

A few months ago she'd arrived home in tears and truly broke down once you coddled her in your arms, her tears flowing like a torrent and her lungs gasping for air whenever the sadness took a pause. "I'm her senior but I couldn't do a thing for her!" she'd repeat like a broken record over and over until her body had become so exhausted she fell asleep in your embrace. Since then, you'd catch Fubuki randomly tearing up during chores, or when out on a date. Sometimes she didn't notice until her clothes were stained.

Compared to that, today she's rather composed. It didn't mean your heart dind't ache for her, though.

You tried to keep her from streaming just after the live event, but she wouldn't listen. Even after crying so much before and during the last moments of Coco's solo song, she still steeled herself, put on her best act and sat in front of that camera for thousands to see. But 10 minutes in and she was already weeping. And all you could do was listen.

"Bye bye." - The faint sound of her voice and the familiar melody of her outro reach your ears, and you lift your head for the first time in what seems like forever.

You hear no footsteps but soon the door opens. Fubuki exits the room with her head hanging low and dragging her feet on the ground. She ignores you for a moment then makes a u-turn to stand right in front of you.