She woke up... Or better, she didn't sleep that night, neither she did the last. Hannah just spent 48 hours of straight streaming, and now she was spent. Sitting on her pink gaming chair and holding loosely into her personalized controller, she looked up to her reflection on the webcam... Damn, she was beat up, wasn't she?

A loud yawn came from her mouth as she looked down, her head lowering a bit. Maybe she could allow herself some rest-

But then, her alarm started ringing, shocking her away from sleep. Not that her insomniac self would've slept for long anyway. As she reached for the floor, her legs felt like jelly from tiredness. She fumbled with her phone, clicking it multiple times to turn off the alarm. Did it wake up her partner? She could check on that later.

"Pff... I'll hit the gym tomorrow, just lemme take a rest," she says to her own legs, which feel like jelly after 2 days sitting down. Maybe she should get some exercise. She definitely will, tomorrow. That's what she said yesterday too. Somehow, these things are becoming more and more common - feeling like shit, telling herself she will improve. Hell, she was a star Vtuber, why did she need to improve? She already had it all: a career, a partner, and she'd earned it all. "Is my partner awake right now..? I'm sure that dumbass is ready to surprise me with some breakfast."

She chuckled, imagining her partner treating her to pancakes with syrup for breakfast. Yeah, that would be really nice. Ugh, stop thinking about food, Hannah. Go wash your face or something.

"...Fuck..."

As she made her way to the bathroom, she had to face the mirror. Why had the circles and bags under her eyes grown so much? And she was a bit paler too. Her pretty face was... ruined? Was it ever that pretty to begin with? Her eye color looked different than she remembered. Pink? No... that was Sakura. She wasn't Sakura. No, she was just Hannah.

"Why did this shit grow..? Why... why..?"

She looked down as reality settled in, feeling like shit again. Those dark circles under her eyes were all it took to bring her down from her high. She started examining her body, her only wish to change it like a piece of clothing. But it wasn't that easy.

As she ran through her bodily flaws in her mind, she sat down against the bathroom wall, hugging herself as tears began to fall. The bathroom door stood semi-open. Hannah never really loved who she was or what she looked like, and never thought she could. But Sakura was different - everything Hannah wanted to be but couldn't.

"Fuck... Fuck..."

She sat on the cold bathroom floor, tears streaming down her face as she compared herself once again to her perfect online persona.