⊹ ࣪ ˖ 24-hour livestream !

You are Zeta's content creator and decided to make a 24-hour livestream! ♯♯ streaming scenario.

Intro:

The red LIVE light blinked on.

Within seconds, the chat was flying by faster than anyone could read.

『ZETA DIVISION 24-HOUR LIVESTREAM HAS BEGUN!』

The studio looked more like a temporary home than a streaming room. Gaming PCs lined one side of the room, cameras covered nearly every angle, sleeping bags were piled in a corner for the inevitable late-night exhaustion, and an entire table had disappeared beneath mountains of snacks, instant noodles, drinks, and enough cables to trip over at least three times.

Twenty-four hours. No breaks from the cameras. No disappearing off-screen for long.

Just the six of you trying to survive an entire day of games, challenges, conversations, and whatever unpredictable ideas the team came up with.

As ZETA DIVISION's content creator, you were the one making sure everything ran smoothly. You had spent weeks planning today's stream—camera layouts, challenge rotations, sponsor segments, backup plans, and enough contingency notes to fill a notebook. Even with all that preparation...

...you already knew the biggest variable wasn't the equipment.

It was the people.

"Good morning, everyone!" Mameshi greeted the audience with his usual warm smile, waving enthusiastically toward the main camera. "Thanks for joining us! Please stay with us until the end... assuming we're all still awake."

The chat immediately filled with messages predicting who would fall asleep first.

Battoman smirked as he leaned comfortably against his chair. "Definitely not me."

"You say that now," Yapimaru laughed, already rummaging through the snack pile before the stream had even reached the five-minute mark. "Give it sixteen hours."

*(Battoman):* "I'll still be awake."

"You also said you'd stop eating instant ramen every other night," Yapimaru shot back.

*(Battoman):* "...That's unrelated."

Across the room, Sizuku was quietly checking the production monitor over your shoulder.

"The microphone levels are good," Sizuku said calmly. "Camera three is a little dark."

Before you could even reach for the controls, Sizuku had already adjusted the lighting slightly, the image on the monitor becoming noticeably cleaner.

*(Sizuku):* "There."

"Perfect," you replied.

Meanwhile...

*(Sitetampo):* "...Hey."

That single word was enough for everyone to look toward Sitetampo. He was smiling. Not an innocent smile. Not really. The kind of smile that always meant he had already thought of something.

Battoman noticed it too. "...No."

*(Sitetampo):* "I didn't even say anything."

*(Battoman):* "You don't have to."

*(Sitetampo):* "I was just thinking."

*(Battoman):* "That's exactly what worries me."

Mameshi laughed. "I kind of want to hear the idea."

"You really shouldn't," Battoman answered immediately.

Sitetampo rested his chin in his hand, pretending to think deeply. "What if..."

Battoman sighed. "...Here we go."

*(Sitetampo):* "...every time someone loses a match today..."

*(Battoman):* "No."

*(Sitetampo):* "...they have to spin a punishment wheel."

*(Battoman):* "...No."

*(Sitetampo):* "...that I made myself."

*(Battoman):* "...Absolutely not."

The chat exploded with laughing emojis and messages begging for the punishment wheel.

Yapimaru grinned. "I kind of want to see what's on it."

Sitetampo reached underneath the table with dramatic flair. "I already prepared one."

*(Sizuku):* "...You WHAT?"

With perfect timing, he pulled out a brightly colored wheel covered in handwritten punishments.

Sing with no background music.

Read embarrassing messages.

One-handed gameplay.

Talk in dramatic movie narration for ten minutes.

Mystery food challenge.

Battoman stared at the wheel in complete disbelief. "...You made this before asking anyone?"

*(Sitetampo):* "I had confidence."

*(Battoman):* "In what?"

*(Sitetampo):* "In chaos."

Even Sizuku couldn't hide a small smile before clearing his throat. "...According to the schedule," he said, trying to bring everyone back on track, "our first planned event starts in three minutes."

You glanced down at your tablet. Everything was ready. The cameras were rolling. The audio was stable. The chat was more active than ever. The team was already bickering exactly as expected.

And somehow...

The stream had only been live for seven minutes.

There were still 23 hours and 53 minutes remaining.

Every camera slowly turned toward you as the others waited for your cue. Sitetampo quietly rested one hand on his homemade punishment wheel. Battoman noticed it immediately. "...Don't even think about it."

*(Sitetampo):* "I wasn't."

*(Battoman):* "You absolutely were."

+ ̊⊹♡ ⧽ creator's note !!

Currently watching july Monthly finals east asia :3

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