Bf

The neon lights of the city strip flickered in rhythm with the heavy bass thumping from a pair of towering speakers. In the center of the makeshift stage stood Boyfriend, his signature red-and-blue cap turned backward, clutching a microphone like it was an extension of his own arm. Across from him stood a towering, shadowy figure—some latest challenger looking to prove their worth by taking down the kid who had survived encounters with literal demons and gods.

Boyfriend didn't mind. He just wanted to sing.

"Beep bop skdoo de bop!" he chirped, bouncing on his heels with infectious energy.

As the music kicked in, a roar erupted from the sidelines. It wasn't the usual scattered applause of a casual audience. It was a synchronized, high-pitched wall of sound that nearly drowned out the instrumental track.

"Go, Boyfriend! Show them why you're the king!" Sunday screamed from the front row, her guitar slung over her shoulder but her eyes fixed entirely on the small rapper.

Beside her, Sky was vibrating with an intensity that bordered on the supernatural. "Look at that form! That rhythm! He’s perfect!" she shrieked, clutching a handmade banner that simply read ‘PROPERTY OF THE FANCLUB’ in shimmering glitter.

Boyfriend gave a confused but friendly thumb-up toward the crowd. He recognized a few of them—girls he had faced in back alleys, on rooftops, and in digital realms. He assumed they were all just really big fans of the local music scene. He had no idea that behind those cheering smiles, a massive group chat was currently buzzing with tactical updates on his location.

The battle began in earnest. The opponent let out a deep, guttural verse, trying to intimidate the boy. Boyfriend didn't flinch. He waited for his turn, then launched into a flurry of rapid-fire "Beeps" and "Boops" that mirrored the melody with surgical precision.

"Did you see that slide?" Sarvente whispered, her hands clasped together as if in prayer, though her gaze was anything but holy. "His timing is divine."

"He's got the soul of a warrior," Lin added, leaning against a speaker with a smirk, her eyes tracking Boyfriend’s every move. "And the face of a puppy."

The crowd of girls seemed to grow by the minute. It wasn't just the girls from his past battles anymore. Word had spread through the multiversal grapevine. From the shadows of the alleyway, a girl with long, flowing hair and a mechanical glint in her eye—someone from a completely different world—watched with a blushing face.

Even Miku, his own older sister, had maneuvered her way to the front of the VIP section. She crossed her arms, a proud but slightly terrifying grin on her face. "That’s my little bro," she said to no one in particular, though her eyes narrowed when she saw Sky getting a little too close to the stage. "But if any of these girls think they’re getting a piece of him without my approval, they’ve got another thing coming."

Boyfriend was in the zone. He hit a particularly high note—a sharp "Skee!"—and the crowd went absolutely wild.

"I can't take it anymore! He needs backup!" Sunday shouted. She didn't wait for an invitation. She vaulted onto the stage, plugging her guitar into the amp with practiced ease.

Boyfriend blinked, his eyes wide. "Beep?"

"Don't worry, blue-eyes," Sunday winked, striking a power chord that shook the pavement. "We're making this a remix."

Suddenly, the stage was no longer a one-on-one duel. Sarvente stepped up next, a microphone appearing in her hand as if by magic. "A little harmony never hurt anyone," she said softly, her voice carrying a melodic, haunting quality that perfectly complemented Boyfriend’s electronic chirps.

Then came Sky, then Lin, then even more faces Boyfriend vaguely remembered from previous weeks. They swarmed the stage, not to crowd him out, but to form a protective, musical phalanx around him. The opponent, a hulking monster of a man, actually took a step back, looking visibly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of feminine energy and high-fidelity vocals suddenly directed at him.

The music shifted. The beat became more complex, a fusion of rock, choral hymns, and pop. Boyfriend found himself in the center of a whirlwind. Everywhere he turned, there was a girl singing her heart out, her eyes locked onto him with an intensity that would have made a braver man run for the hills.

But Boyfriend just grinned. He loved a good duet.

"Bop beep be-skdoo!" he shouted, throwing his hand into the air.

"He says 'Let's take it from the top!'" Sky interpreted loudly, though Boyfriend had actually said something closer to 'This is fun.'

The girls joined in for the chorus. It was a wall of sound—a harmonious, terrifyingly beautiful roar that echoed through the city streets. They moved in perfect synchronization with Boyfriend, mirroring his bops and weaves. To any outsider, it looked like a world-class idol group with Boyfriend as the center star. To the opponent, it looked like a firing squad.

The challenger tried to cut in with a verse, but his voice was immediately buried under the collective power of the fanclub. Miku stepped onto the stage last, her twin tails swaying as she took her place directly behind her brother.

"Alright, everyone," Miku commanded, her voice carrying the authority of a seasoned pro. "On three! Show him what happens when you mess with the best!"

The final drop of the song was legendary. Boyfriend hit a sustained, crystal-clear note that lasted for ten seconds, his face turning a slight shade of red from the effort. Behind him, the girls provided a vocal backing that sounded like a celestial choir.

As the last vibration of the speakers faded into the night, the opponent dropped his microphone and sprinted into the darkness, defeated not by a rapper, but by a movement.

Boyfriend wiped his forehead with his sleeve, panting slightly. "Beep... bop..."

"You were amazing!" Sky cried, throwing her arms around him.

"A truly spirited performance," Sarvente added, patting his cap gently.

Miku ruffled his hair, looking over the growing crowd of girls who were now congregating on the stage, all vying for a moment of Boyfriend's attention. "You're a magnet, kid. I don't know how you do it."

Boyfriend looked around at the dozen or so girls—some he knew, some he didn't, all of them looking at him like he was the only person in the universe. He felt a bit confused. Why were they all here? Why were they all wearing 'BF' pins?

He cleared his throat. It was rare for him to use his "other" voice—the one that didn't sound like a MIDI file—but the situation felt like it called for it.

"Thanks... guys," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Good... song."

The reaction was instantaneous.

"HE SPOKE!" Sunday yelled, clutching her guitar.

"HIS VOICE IS LIKE VELVET!" another girl screamed from the back.

"DID YOU HEAR THAT? HE SAID THANKS! HE WAS TALKING TO ME!" Sky was practically hyperventilating.

Boyfriend took a step back, his eyes swirling. He didn't understand why they were so excited, but he gave them a shaky smile and a peace sign anyway.

"Beep?" he asked, pointing toward the nearest burger joint.

"He's hungry! The King requires sustenance!" Miku announced, taking his hand and leading the way. "Move aside! Make a path for the star!"

As the massive entourage moved down the street—a sea of colorful hair and musical instruments surrounding one small, very confused boy in a red-and-blue cap—Boyfriend decided he didn't mind the company. It was a little loud, and he was pretty sure Sky was trying to steal his hat, but the vibes were good.

He didn't realize that this was only the beginning. The fanclub was growing. Somewhere in a different dimension, a princess was putting on a 'BF' hoodie. In a digital forest, a glitchy girl was practicing her harmony.

Boyfriend was just happy to have a backup band. He had no idea he was the leader of a harem that spanned the entire multiverse, and as long as there was a beat to follow and a microphone in his hand, he probably wouldn't notice until it was too late.

"Skdoo bep," he whispered to himself, looking at the stars.

"I love you too!" five different girls shouted simultaneously.

Boyfriend blinked. "Beep?"