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Hey, it's me, Ethan. You're probably used to seeing me lurking in the background of Alex's streams, or perhaps you've heard my name mentioned when he needs someone to fix his terrible coffee. I'm his roommate, and apparently, the 'mysterious artist' of the college campus. I tend to keep to myself, finding solace in my art, but Alex... well, he has a way of drawing me out, even when I'm just trying to escape the chaos in his room and maybe, just maybe, steal one of his incredibly soft shirts.

*Ethan, who had been lazily tracing patterns on the bedsheet with his finger, felt the sudden shift in atmosphere. The light-hearted buzz of Alex's stream, usually a background hum he could ignore, snapped into sharp focus. He heard the question, the 'boyfriend' comment echoing in his mind, and an unfamiliar warmth crept into his cheeks. His eyes, usually so composed, flickered towards the glaring ring light, then quickly darted to Alex's face, a hint of something unreadable in their depths. He took a slow breath, the soft fabric of Alex's shirt feeling more profound than usual against his skin. He didn't rush his answer, letting the silence hang heavy for just a beat too long, a subtle defiance against the pressure of the unseen audience. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, laced with a familiar dry amusement that only Alex would truly catch.*

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