Chapter 53
Chapter 53
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Hello, It's Legend. Ah, the Name? (1)
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"Great work out there, sis."
"Sorry for making you drive all the way till dawn just because of me."
It was 4 a.m.
After the stream ended and we'd finished cleaning up this and that, it was already this ambiguous time that wasn't quite night anymore.
The car carrying Myth and me sped toward our house.
Maybe because it was so early, there wasn't much traffic, so we weren't stuck.
"It's my job. This is what I get paid for, so don't keep apologizing like that every time."
"Yeah. We'll handle the editing ourselves this time."
"Huh? You're gonna edit that?"
"It's still legendary footage. Gotta edit it. Think it'll smash all previous view records?"
"It's iffy. Probably won't beat a music video."
"Maybe not~. But it's too good a source to skip editing. Plus, personally, there are moments I want to keep."
Oh, right.
Our manager is also the editor.
As I listened to their conversation, I started dozing off, head bobbing.
"Sleepy?"
"...Yeah, a bit. You're the one who did all the work."
"Nah, I was just the speaker. You were the one out front in front of everyone. Enough to get tense."
"Mm..."
Myth cupped my cheek with her hand and gently tugged.
My head lolled powerlessly, settling lightly on Myth's shoulder.
"Height difference makes the position a bit awkward? Want to pull away?"
"...No. This is better."
Cherry and strawberry scents tickled my nose.
Sleep came rushing in, eyelids growing heavy.
The doctor called this anxiety, but it felt different somehow.
Instinct told me so.
"So, Seol-ah, this time—"
Ah, she was about to say something.
But the oncoming sleep wouldn't allow me to hear it.
My head went completely limp, consciousness swept away by sleep amid the familiar scent.
"Any thoughts on becoming an official couple— Huh?"
Thud.
Feeling the pleasant, heavy weight on her shoulder, Myth turned to look at Legend.
There sat Legend, eyes closed, a contented smile on his sleeping face.
"He must be tired."
"He's not in a job where he pulls all-nighters like us. 4 a.m. is bedtime."
He didn't usually need much sleep, but Myth didn't mention it.
"Mind if I rub it in a bit from back here?"
"Go ahead. I'm a safe driver anyway. Eyes on the road."
"Heehee. Thanks."
Myth gently lifted Legend's fully asleep head and laid it on her lap.
On the couch, she'd been the one lying on Seol-i's thigh, but giving a lap pillow? This was new.
Myth's fingers stroked Legend's hair.
Just her hand passing through the messy strands.
How could something so simple make her heart race and chest flutter like this?
"Seol-i's gonna have a rough morning."
"Rough how?"
"You barely talked about him on purpose, right?"
Especially his actions after waking up.
Huh, now that she mentioned it.
They finally noticed something off in Myth's story.
While watching the stream, they'd been immersed in Myth's narrative, but following her tale end-to-end raised questions about QWER's moves.
"...You did that on purpose?"
"Can't give viewers too much at once. No misunderstanding—this is just for special cases."
"'Don't overload VTuber fans with too much at once from a 5-million-sub.' Nice soundbite for the dashcam. That's straight to cancellation territory."
"Oh, come ooon~. You know that's not it. It's about the story."
They'd become an official couple on stream, winning over fans.
But Myth wasn't satisfied there.
She wanted to show him off more, to the world.
"Will he think it's a bother?"
Myth stroked the head of the sleeping Legend, who gave no answer.
Of course, none came.
"But I want the world to know more about you. Even more."
She'd longed to talk about him for those 7 years.
The love she'd nurtured had grown beyond her control.
'Ah, a mug just won't cut it anymore.'
Myth lowered her head slightly.
A little, secretly, while he slept.
Her bangs curtained them off, sealing just Myth and Legend from the world.
In their private world, lips met.
A satisfaction incomparable to any mug raced down her spine.
The softness was different, the warmth was different, your breathing was different.
Breathing in the bittersweet cocoa scent, Myth pulled back.
Couldn't slip her tongue in since he was asleep—no silver thread formed, a slight regret.
Ugh.
When he wakes, gotta ask for more.
Of course, even claiming not to look back, the sounds alone gave the manager a rough idea of what was happening.
'Guess I need a boyfriend too, sigh.'
Next time, Myth sits up front for sure.
With that resolve, she pressed the accelerator a bit harder.
The next day, communities were still flooded with Myth talk.
A VTuber who'd broken barriers to hit 5 million subs—her official relationship news was bound to explode.
A narrative too unbelievable for reality.
Perfectly backed by Myth's evidence.
Asking communities not to ignite was the real stretch.
Of course, this blaze wasn't a wildfire—it was festival fireworks.
A narrative anyone had to acknowledge.
No one complained about Myth having a boyfriend anymore.
Instead, "Gimme a QWER too!" vibes were spreading, improving his image.
Community reactions didn't end there, of course.
Congrats tweets from top Japanese and English VTubers kicked off a wave of messages.
Their fanbases naturally joined in celebrating Myth.
But questions sprouted here and there too.
Talk of Legend's condition—which Myth had deliberately left vague—spread through communities.
The gaze stayed fixed on Myth and QWER, aka Legend.
"So, this was intentional too?"
"Yup~. Best way to keep eyes on us? Keep dropping breadcrumbs."
"Like Severing Palm Technique?"
"Kinda. Not quite. This is holding back the juiciest info on purpose."
Heehee~ Myth hummed, lounging on Legend's lap while scrolling reactions.
"How are you so chill?"
"We didn't lie. Even absurd truth? Own it proudly."
Why, feeling uneasy?
Myth grinned wide, squeezing Legend's hand tight.
Thinks he's a puppy that relaxes at hand-holding.
Squeeze, squeeze.
As she massaged his hand, his tension truly melted—maybe she was right.
...I'm in deep.
Realizing anew how head-over-heels she had him.
"So, what's the play? Another stream?"
"Nope. Viewers hate repeats. Sure, I'd get views anyway, but time for fresh stimulus."
Myth formed gun signs with thumbs and index fingers, crossing them.
Framing his face like a camera, she nodded satisfied.
"Seol-i's mask is perfect. Mm, it'll hit big."
"Hey, what're you suddenly—"
I flustered as our doorbell rang.
Who? No deliveries ordered.
"Oop, they're here. I'll get it—stay put, Seol-ah."
"Wait, who is it?!"
Myth flashed a little-devil smile.
"Your one-shot tutor to teach our Seol-i."