The End of Summer
"Hello, everyone~"
This is my first time watching someone else's stream in person.
While Maho sat in her gaming chair hosting the broadcast, I flopped onto the bed right behind her desk.
Oh, it's soft.
Feels way better than the bed back at my parents' place.
"Okay, as I announced beforehand, we have a guest today. Now, guest… what are you doing?"
Maho, smoothly running the stream, looked around for me—then spotted me sprawled out on the bed behind her, her face full of disbelief.
"Smells nice in here."
"Ugh, hurry up and come say hi."
Right, I should greet properly.
With some effort, I lifted myself off the comfy bed. Can't just freeRoad at someone else's house.
"I'm Miro. I came today as a guest."
Welcome, Miro-nim!
lol she escaped here
Hi hi
You're not gonna play Civilization today, right?
Among the pretty chats from Maho's fandom, the Mahoski, I could see my own Mirodan viewers mixed in.
Seeing it like this, the chat really is a bit more rowdy. Good thing I warned them in advance.
"Everyone, this is Maho unni's stream, so please keep it civil. If you get banned mercilessly, don't say I didn't warn you."
Not just mercilessly—they'll probably get banned brutally.
I'd seen one viewer just earlier probably get a three-day ban.
I had asked the manager who moderates Maho's chat in advance:
If there's any rude chatter, then they're not my real viewers, just trolls—so don't hesitate to ban them.
Since I was visiting someone else's stream, discipline had to be firm.
Leniency should only be in my channel.
Whoa…
I'll watch my mouth
We're sorry… please, no bans…
"Right, exactly. Mirodan, please show some class."
Got it ^^7
Class…? Did we ever have that?
Hm… the streamer herself has no class though?
Well, if they listened just because I said it, they wouldn't be Mirodan. Still, this should be enough.
"All done?"
"Yep, you can go ahead now."
After giving my not-so-subtle request to Mirodan, I passed the baton back to Maho.
Since I was just a guest today, the hosting should be left entirely to her.
"Alright, shall we do what we prepared?"
The other Celestial Project members usually prepare something before starting a stream.
Maho was no different, and she already had today's plan ready.
"So, here's what we prepared."
With that, Maho pulled up a graphic on the screen.
A slightly wobbly drawing of a background, with big letters written across it:
QnA.
Maho had suggested we do a Q&A together since it'd be fun, and I agreed.
Ohhh
lol nice
Looking forward to this
And so, the Q&A session began, with viewers sending in questions and us answering them.
The questions varied—our first impressions of each other, what we wanted to do in the future, how we became close, how we spend our time outside streaming, and so on.
Answering sincerely, time flew by, and just as we were thinking of moving on, another question popped up.
[Thank you, ○○, for the ₩5,000 donation!]
What's been the hardest thing for both of you while streaming?
I paused to think before answering.
The hardest thing? What even was there?
Honestly, compared to a regular office job, isn't this way easier?
Not that being a streamer is some cushy job—it isn't. Popularity is a cold, hard metric.
"Hmm… for me…"
Maho was the first to speak.
"I think… preparing content. Not just the effort of preparing itself, but it's purely something I planned, right? So when I show it to you guys, I end up riding an emotional rollercoaster based on your reactions."
I was a little surprised at her unexpectedly serious answer.
Come to think of it, she's right.
If you're the one preparing the content, then the results—good or bad—are entirely yours.
For sensitive streamers, every little reaction from viewers can be exhausting.
T_T
We're sorry T_T
Should we… hit our heads?
Even the chat was in tears.
Maho's fandom, the Mahoski, were much more loyal than Mirodan.
If only my viewers could learn from them.
"Ah, that was a little embarrassing to say… so what about you, Miro? What's the hardest part for you?"
Looking a bit shy, Maho passed the baton to me. But honestly, I had nothing to say.
What's been hard for me?
There aren't many people who stream as comfortably as I do.
Sure, preparing content can be tough, but by nature I'm not the type to find things difficult.
Put nicely, I'm positive. Put harshly, I just endlessly spin the "happy delusion circuit."
"For me… honestly, I don't really have anything that's been hard?"
"What? Seriously?"
Maho stared like it was unbelievable, but hey, what can I do if it's true?
"My style of streaming isn't about preparing content anyway. If it were, maybe it'd be tough, but with The Six handling everything, all I do is scoop it up and eat."
"Ugh, isn't that too arrogant?"
Arrogant? Sure, you could call it that.
But what can I say? I'm just too blessed.
"Besides… I'm living life on easy mode…"
"Wow, seriously. Mirodan, can I punch Miro just once?"
"Why are you asking them that?"
"Because I don't need your permission."
Maho's fist hovered a little closer.
Of course, she wouldn't actually swing—but if she did, I'd be done for.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down. We still have more content to do."
"What content?"
"We, uh, agreed to cook, right? If you throw that punch now, you'll have to handle cooking and the dishes alone."
"…Fair point, huh?"
Maho muttered like she couldn't believe it, but her fist lowered slightly. Good, that meant it was settled.
"Alright then. Shall we move on to the cooking stream?"
"Fine. Since you put it that way, I guess we must."
And so, the Q&A naturally flowed into a cooking stream.
The cooking setup was entirely my doing. Thanks to the experience from Maze 24 Hours, I was able to prepare smoothly.
"Do we really have to use this?"
"Of course."
As I pulled a mask from my bag, Maho frowned, then shook her head.
"I'll just wear this instead."
She put on a plain black mask instead of the silly mask I gave her. A little disappointing.
Honestly, what were the odds of another accident like last time happening again?
…Okay, excuse. I just wanted to see Maho wearing it. Too bad.
"Alright, should we go live?"
"Yeah, let's start."
We started the cooking stream on Maho's channel.
We could've used mine, but since everyone was already in hers, no need to confuse things.
"Is it working?"
"Yep, look here."
Since the stream was on Maho's phone, I used mine to monitor the chat.
"Looks good."
"Now all that's left is cooking."
"Then… shall we?"
Maho's kitchen had a decent selection of tools and ingredients.
Of course, nothing compared to what Mrs. Jang stocked up back home—but for a single person's apartment, this was impressive.
"Okay, take out the kimchi."
"Got it. Should I grab the eggs too?"
"Oh, right, better get those out too."
Today's dish was kimchi fried rice.
Simple to make, but still something nice to show off—like my flashy egg-fry flipping skills.
"This time, you'd better not mess up."
"That time it was because of the oil… I won't make that mistake again."
I couldn't afford to mess up like that twice.
Ah~ so it was because of the oil
Oil really is evil, huh?
Excuses, excuses
The viewers teased, but I ignored them and kept cooking.
After all, this was kimchi fried rice. Without focused concentration, I'd definitely end up burning it.
And so, with the determination of a warrior facing a lifelong rival, I finished the kimchi fried rice—and from the look of it alone, it was on another level.
"Whoa, what is this?"
"Well, because I made it."
Wow, insane
Why are you good at this? lol
Can't figure her out
Too normal, kinda boring
"It's not just normal—it's well-made."
"Wow, it's delicious!"
Seeing Maho's thumbs up, I smiled in satisfaction.
Looks like I've practically mastered cooking now.
At this point, maybe I could even make it a regular stream segment.
And as a bonus, it'd take some work off Mrs. Jang's hands too.
With compliments and cheers, we finished eating.
Even had the ice cream I bought for dessert—by then, it was nearly time for the premiere.
"Not long now until the premiere, right?"
"Yeah, it's almost here."
A moment ago, I wasn't thinking much of it. But now, with the premiere about to begin, a nervous tension filled the room.
Can't wait!
Let's stream it non-stop!
This time it has to make the charts lol
Unlike me, the viewers were buzzing with excitement.
Of course—they had nothing to worry about, just the fun of enjoying it.
I felt a twinge of envy, but quickly shook it off.
No point in running from the nerves.
Still, this was better than the first album premiere. Now, I had something like… confidence.
The song was good, obviously, and I was excited about the MV too.
The intro alone had already promised something special.
It was bound to be good. No—it had to be.
With tense anticipation, I sat beside Maho as we watched the countdown tick by.
From ten minutes to five, from five to one, and now… the thirty-second countdown began.
"Whoa, Miro, what do we do? I'm so nervous."
"I'm nervous too, so don't talk to me."
"You? Nervous?"
"What do you take me for?"
"No, just… your image…"
For real, why would Miro be nervous lol
That's definitely an act
She's probably only thinking about playing Civ right now
Classic Miro
Even the viewers piled on, but I didn't have time to react.
Because the countdown had hit ten seconds!
"Let this go well."
This song had to do well.
Only then could the Celestial Project keep its momentum strong.
I wanted to stay here for a long time.
Long enough to see 2nd-gen, 3rd-gen join, long enough to watch the company grow.
Wouldn't it be amazing if, like the big VTuber groups abroad, just gathering together became content, and anniversaries brought a dozen or more members together?
And I'd be treated with all the respect of a 1st-gen.
Imagining that happy future, I kept my eyes on the countdown.
Already it was at five.
Beside me, I heard Maho swallow.
Then four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Zero.
The screen went dark.
Then, slowly, shining points appeared in the blackness—filling the screen until they became a breathtaking night sky.
Amid that painted sky, a single red light shot upward.
It burst, revealing itself as a firework.
Then more lights rose from the ground, one after another, until they brightened half the sky with their brilliance.
As the fireworks filled the night, the camera panned downward to find their source.
And there, beneath the starlight and glowing sparks, stood six beautiful girls in school uniforms.
On a glittering field lit by both natural and artificial stars, they laughed brightly as they set off fireworks.
Gradually, the fireworks' crackles blended into drumbeats, and then a melody began to flow.
[Ah—]
A clear, pure voice followed.
This time, the intro wasn't mine—it was Roa's.
Roa's fresh, clean tone carried the lyrics like the night air itself.
…Lyrics that suited her perfectly.
Of course, I meant VTuber Roa, not the real one.
As each member's voice joined in, the background shifted—streets, schools, and so on, just like in the intro video.
Roa, then Mile, then Maho.
And then, with the familiar melody I'd heard countless times in the recording studio, my part finally arrived—with the swimming pool backdrop.
"Ah."
The moment Miro's character appeared on screen, I remembered the lyrics I had sung, blushing endlessly in the studio.
And the instant those memories hit, I tried to get up from my seat—
Grab!
But Maho's long arm caught me.
"Unni?"
"What are you doing? You have to watch it all."
"Aagh!"
And then, on the screen, Miro began to sing.
Spilling out narcissistic, cringeworthy lines—at least by my standards…
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