/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

OP source: https://twitter.com/_rkgk/status/1571534397018603521

>>67442913
I miss Bettel too. I miss watching his streams in the afternoon. Hope he's having a good break.

>>50098414
short and scuffed but i hope it makes you smile anon
>"Found you!"

>Libraries are meant to be calming, quiet places where someone can study and further their education in peace. But with a certain outsized golden retriever of a man hanging around, the bastion of academic endeavors has become a prison of distraction. The engineering major doesn't even have to do anything directly to become a hindrance- simply sitting there in a beam of sunlight looking pretty is enough to derail your attention span.

>Except, and damn him for it, being pretty is only one of the tools in his arsenal. Once he realized you both shared a few classes, it was like you couldn't get away from him- he was always there, bright like a newly-minted coin and twice as shiny, offering a bite of his lunch, helping you pick up a dropped book, and pressing, always pressing, to study together. As if he was oblivious to the fact that he was the single greatest threat to your graduation, Luca Kaneshiro made himself a part of your life.

>In hindsight, it's a little embarrassing how long it took you to realize what was really going on.

>"H-hey. Hey," he says, giggling a little in that effusive manner of his. "You know what? I think, we're- we're the only ones left in the library right now." He says, clearly amused by this fact. At his urging, now thoroughly distracted from your half-hearted attempts at studying (it's not like you could focus anyway with a chest like that in your peripheral vision,) you take a look around to find that the library does seem to have cleared out. When you turn back to ask Luca why this is so noteworthy, you nearly fall out of your seat- suddenly the gorgeous golden boy is practically in your seat, smiling at you like the cat who's caught the cream.

>"Whoa! Are you okay?" He asks, smile never faltering even as his eyebrows knit together with concern. "Sorry, I didn't mean- I wasn't trying to scare you!" He insists, reaching out to put one strong, broad hand on your shoulder in a gesture meant to be reassuring, but which mostly makes you feel like you're going to spontaneously combust in slow-motion. "Just... no one's watching, you know?" He continues, eyes glinting mischievously as he looks around again, clearly double-checking for the sound of someone coming. "We could get away with anything and no one would even know we did it."

>As you take a moment to let the implications of those words wash over you -- and to try and convince yourself that surely you're both thinking of different things -- Luca, boundless with his energy as always, abandons the table and does a quick lap around the entire library floor. He returns not to his seat, but instead to yours- draping himself over the back of your seat with a breathless giggle and wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug that may very well be as lethal as the real thing.

>"It's- it's totally empty! I don't even see any librarians! What the hell?" He asks, but he doesn't seem the least bit upset, laughing again and struggling to keep his voice down. "What-" and he interrupts himself again with another snicker, nuzzling into your hair to quiet himself. "What should we do? What- what do you want to do?" He asks, the question loaded and devastating. You shiver at the way his breath ghosts against your skin when he speaks, and this, too, seems to please him if the way he traces goosebumps down your arm is anything to go by.

>"C'mon, tell me... what do you want to do?" He asks again, his voice lower, rougher somehow. You turn in your seat, gauging the situation. Luca's gaze is dark, expression playful, but there's a challenge there. And even if you're nervous- even if you're in public- it's pretty obvious what he's getting at.

>"Me? What do I want to do?" The soft way he gasps when you reply is electrifying, the way his eyes light up could take your breath away- except the feeling of Luca's lips against yours is all the more captivating. His lips are insistent, a little chapped, but perfect for their imperfections- and when he whimpers, honest-to-god whimpers low in his throat as the kiss turns more passionate and your hands begin to explore, it's better than any drug and twice as addictive. Luca sinks one hand into your hair to pull you closer while the other starts moving south, lower-

>With a gasp, you both break apart, red-faced and panting as suddenly a trio of chatty sorority girls round a wall of bookshelves to take residence at a nearby table, oblivious to what they've interrupted. Luca lets out a frustrated noise somewhere between a growl and a whimper- but then he's all smiles again, throwing his arm back over your shoulder with a wink.

>"Why don't... let's go and study back at my dorm, yeah?" He suggests, voice low and rich with promise.

>Giggling, you lace your fingers with his and get to your feet.

>Who needs a 4.0 GPA anyway?

Luca is making a Christmas tree! It's his first time, so be gentle with him!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8_jjgKeY7E