# SMD | .r suna

The pulsating beats of Janet Jackson's 'Any Time, Any Place' filled Y/N's apartment, a familiar backdrop to her pre-stream ritual. She hummed along, adjusting the camera for the perfect angle, her thrifted graphic tee a splash of color against the gamer aesthetic of her room.
"Y'all gotta know," she mumbled to her reflection, practicing her opening lines, "I don't give a fuck about the whole thing. I'm just tryna fuck on his homeboy, to be fair." A smirk played on her lips; she knew how to get a rise out of her chat.
Her phone buzzed, a text from Yachi: 'Bitch, some big shot streamer got beef w/ you. I think you'd wanna see it.' Y/N rolled her eyes, but a flicker of curiosity, quickly suppressed, crossed her face. Another day, another drama. She took a deep breath, adjusted her mic, and with a practiced, confident smile, went live.
