/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>63043450
That's it. That's the fucking fic.
>"Anon-san, I'm sorry Fubuki died..."
>As she says this, Sora puts a hand on Anon's shoulder, trying to comfort him but unsure of where the boundary lay. She didn't want to seem like she was coming on to him or anything...
>*But that's exactly what you want, right?*
>Sora glances over her shoulder. But there was nobody there.
>The Hololive idol gulps. Who said that?
>"Thank you, Sora. It's..." He shakes his head. "I just can't believe they found her like... like that..."
>When he said 'that,' he meant how Fubuki was found sprawled wet and naked in an alley with 17 stab wounds in her gut and uterus.
>Wait. How does Sora know that? That isn't something people would say in the news, right?
>*Bitch had it coming.*
>There it is again. That voice...
>"Um... Anon, you don't have to bring it up if it's too-"
>He shakes his head. "No, no, I should be sorry. She's... I should've been talking about who she was..."
>17 stab wounds.
>"Not... that," he finishes.
>Sora gives Anon's shoulder a light squeeze, before sliding it down his sleeve. This was the arm that once wrapped around Fubuki, she thinks. An arm that would never hold her in an embrace ever again...
>But, what if this arm wrapped someone else instead? Like... Sora?
>The idol shudders at the thought. No! She couldn't do that! Fubuki was her friend, and Anon was her husband...
>"Sora, are you okay?" Anon asks, noticing the beat of sweat rolling down her forehead.
>But... him being concerned about her like this. It felt so... so right...
>"O-Oh, I'm sorry, Anon, ahahaha... I'm fine, really..."
>Sora's hand slides down to hold his, if only for a brief moment. The warmth of his palm is precious.
>*See? You wanted this.*