Yours and Yours Only (A Love Live AU Fanfiction)

Chapter One

When the red light stopped blinking, Nico stretched and yawned without restraint. She stretched some more before closing her laptop and leaping off the bed. She felt a chill and went to her closet, shrugging an old hoodie over her body. The lingerie she was wearing was incredibly conservative yet still gave little warmth. Maybe she would ask for a woolen set next…

She sighed. There was no way that was going to happen. She currently had one client and they would pay randomly and pop into chats whenever. The person she last called was a one-timer who got what he paid for and left without even an extra tip. She wandered to the kitchen, opening the fridge.

At least she had a good amount of food. She could make it stretch. For now, a small snack could suffice. Finally able to relax, she lounged in the living room, taking sips of her Calpico. Nico sighed again. Should she keep up with this webcam stuff or start looking for a part-time job?

Three months ago, if you had told the incredibly cute undergraduate Nico Yazawa that she would become a fairly famous webcam girl, she would've laughed then kicked you into oncoming traffic. Then laugh as you die. Three months ago, she thought her scholarships and extra grants would suffice for her college career. Three months ago, she had no idea that her mother would need surgery.

Nico desperately looked for all work that could work with her full-time schedule and limited free time, as well as her lack of reliable transportation. She had worked part-time at the local konbini before a stalker ruined it.

That's when she got the idea. It wasn't the first time that some creepy guy came on to her. She was cute, as mentioned before, and she thought a model job could suffice. Until she remembered that she couldn't possibly continue that job well long into her life. That's why she went to college.

The final revelation came to her when she was pouting about the constant stalkers in her life in a drunken fervor. "Why do I have to put up with this? I just want to dress and act the way I want to! And I can't! I'm not trying to attract them – if anything, they should compensate me for being in their lives!"

And that's when she came up the webcam idea. The beginning was sketchy at first – there were offers from seedy looking sites, terrifying testimonies and the struggles of setting up a navigational site. She had went with a site that offered free templates, made it pretty, and tweaked it until it met her expectations. Nico knew she wasn't the only girl to do this – and she knew the risks that would come. Ideally, no one would recognize her online, but what if she went to classes and someone started to question her?

Thus, Nico set on to making her online persona – due to her childish looks and cutesy nature, she decided to go with a "peppy", "young" look. She knew men loved that. They always did. She wasn't disgusted, she was more or less happy that she could take advantage of something she was always self-conscious about.

She had tons of cute clothes and underwear and decided to start off slow – Nico wasn't sure if she wanted to go to…you know, do things on camera. Maybe if they gave her a LOT of money.

With all of her preparation and fixing, the first show came sooner than expected. Her blog had roughly 100 followers already and they were all too eager to attend the first cam show. She had taken so many deep breaths to stop her heart from beating too fast. She checked her hair, her makeup, everything, twice, thrice, until her phone alarm rang.

Nico did a final check on her high twintails – a hairstyle she always loved but avoided when she grew older. It still looked good on her. Normally she kept her hair down and extended, ensuring her privacy at the school as another long-haired girl.

She perched on the bed, adjusting pillows and stuffed animals. Which she decided to throw into the bathroom quickly.

They didn't need to see what she was about to do.

The first show was quick and easy – she was used to degrading comments and the like, quickly taking trolls off of her show. The men that stayed were all too eager to request all sorts of things from her – things she didn't even know about. Which she made note of. She played up her cutesy nature, blushing on cue and talking about "how shy" she was, "how embarrassing" it all was.

They ate it up. They ate it all up. Nico struggled to keep her cutesy nature intact when she noticed more and more funds deposited into her account. Then, five hours had passed, and she was more than fifty hundred thousand yen.

Her family was overjoyed but suspicious of the small gift – she played it off as having leftovers from her scholarship. They protested no more and graciously accepted the weekly payments.

The audience grew larger and larger and Nico gained some faithful regulars. Often, they would try to give her clothes and such. Not wanting to pass that up, she gave them an address that wouldn't lead to her small apartment. And, of course, the requests grew lewder and lewder.

Nico combated this with larger prices, private shows and investing in programs that would prevent viewers from easily accessing risqué videos. It was…her 14th video. When she took everything off. The client was a middle-aged businessman who specified that he wanted to see her in different poses while nude. He also asked her to say his name (another charge). It was a quick show, only 45 minutes. Nico felt numb – she expected that she would feel something, anything, but only a droning numbness that threatened to overtake her.

She dressed quickly and made reservations to go home for the upcoming weekend. It was a welcome vacation. Her family was in good spirits and her mother was quickly recovering; all seemed well. However, when her younger siblings went to bed, her mother asked her if they could talk. They went to the living room, illuminated only by the lamplight.

Her mother's eyes looked strained and she grasped Nico's hands. "Nico", she asked, "I appreciate what you've done, but I don't want you to overexert yourself." Nico had smiled, not the fake smile for the shows, but a warm, genuine one. She hugged her. "Mama, I'm fine. I'm just happy that I can help you." Her mother didn't ask more but Nico could see remnants of concern. She went back to college, back to the shows, back to a routine that would've scared anyone else.

Until a week ago.

To be continued.