Chapter 133
Chapter 133
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: Trip to Japan (1)
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"Yaaawn."
The sweltering summer had already lost its edge, and autumn—the season of clear skies and hearty appetites—had arrived.
After the summer special wrapped up, Legend had been utterly burned out, collapsed in bed for well over two weeks.
"What's up with you? You seem so drained lately."
"How do I put it? Once the project ended, all my energy just evaporated. Planning something and then putting it out there for the public to judge is way more exhausting than I imagined."
And there, on Legend's bed as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Myth sat beside him, reading a book.
Come to think of it, I thought we couldn't get any closer than this, but the distance keeps shrinking, Myth murmured to herself.
From beyond the screen when they first met online, to the streets of Busan where they'd bumped into each other, past the shoe rack and sofa—now, whenever they wanted to relax, they sat together on the bed, sharing the same blanket.
A fresh wave of emotion swelled in her chest.
Myth poked Legend's side with her toes, a silent nudge to cheer up.
"Ugh... I don't even have the energy to react."
"This is worse than I thought. Makes sense, though—nothing drains you like a big project. For VTubers, some of the deepest wounds come when a major event you've poured your heart into flops."
"Exactly."
"But the summer special got a pretty good response, didn't it?"
Legend nodded at Myth's words.
It had gone well—really well. But no matter what, the post-project crash was inevitable. It wasn't like Sara's team had come begging them to do it; this was his first big self-planned event, judged from scratch.
After that massive undertaking, Legend felt an unnatural void, his strength sapped away.
"It did well, but... how do I explain it? It's a different feeling from when people judge my avatar."
Uuuuugh—
Legend's weary sigh echoed through the room. Watching him meld with the bed like a slime for nearly a week, Myth set aside her book.
He was cute like this, and knowing they'd worked together almost daily for the past six months, she had no intention of forcing him to sit up and work. But letting this lethargy fester would be foolish.
Absolutely, definitely not because she was disappointed by his weak reactions when she kept calling out to him and snuggling closer.
Hmm, what to do.
Myth tapped away on her phone.
- What to do when your boyfriend is feeling down.
- What to do when your boyfriend has lethargy.
- What to do when your boyfriend has no energy.
Her main searches revolved around advice for cheering up a depressed, listless boyfriend.
But soon, Myth realized she'd asked the internet the wrong question.
Seeing the flood of sexy outfits and lewd tips for pleasing men, she snapped her phone shut.
No, not that those were bad ideas, but they felt a bit too advanced for Legend right now.
To her, he was definitely her boyfriend and her benefactor, but he also felt a little young. Physically the same age as her, sure—but he'd missed seven whole years of this world compared to her.
He felt more like a little brother than a peer.
Not that it stopped her from relying on him. Myth lay down, resting her head on Legend's back as he sprawled out.
Feeling the light weight on his back, Legend stirred.
"Mmgh... what're you doing all of a sudden..."
"What, you hate it?"
"No, it's not that..."
Myth stroked Legend's hair. The well-cared-for strands carried the same shampoo and conditioner scent as hers. Worth matching them on purpose.
It felt like a process of drawing closer, becoming one.
They spent the time in quiet. Utterly still, just sharing each other's warmth. Beyond Legend's back pressed against her, the steady thump of his heartbeat tickled Myth's ear in the most pleasant way.
"Mm. Nice. Moments like this."
"Yeah. Huh, wait—my phone's blowing up."
A bit of strength returned to Legend's voice. Smiling at the sound, Myth picked up the incessantly buzzing phone.
It was her personal phone, not her work one, but all these notifications meant something urgent at the company.
[Sara]: Sis. Whatcha doing?
[Sara]: Busy today, gotta eat dinner alone. Wanna grab food together?
[Sara]: Sis, reply
[Sara]: UwU sis don't do naughty stuff with Legend bro in the middle of the day
[Sara]: Wait no actually it's fine if you do but what for dinner?
[Sara]: Korean galbi? Or yukhoe? There's good spots in Seoul?
[Sara]: Ah, you read it.
[Sara]: No read-and-ghosting!
[Sara]: HELLO? Everything okay?
[Sara]: Knew it, midday hanky-panky—perv!
...Or rather, Sara's pointless chatter. How did this girl adapt to Korea so fast, day by day? Myth was genuinely impressed by her texts, indistinguishable from a high school girl's, and her Korean fluency. She wasn't dumb by any means, but this was pure adaptability.
Even if Myth lived in Japan for a while, she doubted she'd text that natively.
"Who is it? Something urgent?"
"Nah, Sara wants to do dinner. Turned her down."
"Why?"
"Wanted more time just us. You wanna eat with Sara?"
"...You're getting so direct lately."
"Love you."
"This kinda thing."
Myth giggled and tucked the phone under the blanket.
Ah, these moments were pure bliss lately. Whispering sweet nothings together had become Myth's irreplaceable treasure.
As she settled back onto Legend's back to savor their quiet twosome time, the phone erupted in vibrations again.
Should've silenced it earlier.
Myth grabbed the phone to tell Sara no for today—then froze.
"Oh?"
Her eyes sparkled at the unexpectedly fun message.
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"We're going to Japan?"
Myth handed me two tickets—or rather, printed sheets that served the same purpose.
"Yeah. To Tokyo."
"Japan out of nowhere? Aren't you super busy lately?"
I tilted my head. As far as I knew, Myth had a packed schedule since the last project ended.
Stripping away her VTuber status, she was a top broadcaster in the industry. She had exclusive gamer events, Minecraft servers, that kind of stuff—all active.
So suddenly booking Japan tickets?
From my viewer perspective, I couldn't help but wonder.
"Haven't even started practicing for the tournament, team not set, already apologized in advance. MC server wraps soon. Perfect timing for a 3-night, 4-day trip? Wish I could do 15 nights, but no dice."
"Whoa whoa, explain why we're going first?"
Myth narrowed her eyes at my question.
She leaned in, poking my chest with her pale finger.
"Hmm? Don't wanna travel with me?"
"It's not that, but ditching even the Highwatch tourney? You're not the type to bail and inconvenience others."
"Got a fun offer from DreamLive. Specifically invited me, and you're coming along."
"Ooh, what kinda gig?"
"Secret~."
Myth winked. She used to spill everything upfront when I asked, but now she was picking up my teasing side.
Looks way better on her.
The old Myth had been overly accommodating out of guilt. The real her was playful and bubbly like this.
Spending so much time together, she was becoming more herself—less worried about my reactions.
"So, when do we leave?"
"Hehe, Seol-ah."
Ah.
Something was off. That expression, the vibe, the air between us.
Felt just like before Busan.
"Flight's in 4 hours? Airport's 2 hours from here."
"...And?"
"Miss it in the next 30 minutes, and we're kissing millions goodbye. Now, shower!"
Why do bad hunches never miss?
I squeezed my eyes shut and bolted to the bathroom.