This is a place that's always full of energy. A cheerful office where the singing and dancing VTuber Beat Mario and his friends gather.
Beat Mario is the boss of the doujin music circle Cool&Create. He's a singer famous for Touhou arrangements. His Live2D body was specially made based on his beloved wife. That's why 'I love my wife' is his catchphrase, his morning greeting is 'Konyome,' and his evening greeting is 'Otsuyome.' He doesn't use a voice changer and uses his natural voice. He's easyg
Beat Mario and Friends' Hilarious Daily Life - Mario cries and screams, reaffirming his love for his wife!
The soundproof walls of the streaming booth were dead silent.
On the wall hung a Live2D illustration of his wife, modeled after her. Mario gazed up at her smile. He ran a hand through his short black hair, and his deep brown eyes wavered.
"……Hah."
The sigh was swallowed by the soundproof room's walls.
In his hand, his smartphone. The lock screen showed a photo of him and his wife together. Somewhere in a park, both of them laughing. His wife was leaning against Mario's shoulder, looking a little shy.
"A phone call, huh."
He muttered, and his fingers trembled.
Three days until the sports festival.
The day of an important promise with his wife overlapped with the sports festival. Amane, Tsumugi, and even Chibi-kun had all pushed him forward. He couldn't run away anymore.
*Knock knock.*
"Mario-san, your hands have stopped."
A clear voice came from beyond the door. Amane, the vice president of Cool & Create, with her long purple-tinted hair tied in twin tails, peered through the gap in the door with her silver, narrow eyes.
"I-I know, I know."
"People who know don't freeze up clutching their phone for thirty minutes."
"Thirty minutes had passed!?"
"Yes. Exactly thirty minutes since I arrived here."
Amane twirled the ballpoint pen hooked over her ear.
"Mario-san. If you don't call now, you'll regret it again later."
She was dead serious.
The fourteen-year-old vice president was always straightforward.
"……Yeah, you're right."
Mario gripped his phone again.
"You have to call your wife, Mario-san."
Popping her head out from behind Amane was Tsumugi, the manager in charge, her emerald-green short bob swaying. Her golden, droopy eyes curved into a grin.
"Mario-san not being able to call his wife? The world must be turning upside down."
"That's an exaggeration."
"It's not. I mean, Mario-san, you're the guy who can't stop talking a mile a minute when it comes to your wife."
Tsumugi put a hand to her mouth and smirked.
Mario bit his lip hard.
*(That's right. I can talk about my wife for hours. So why is a single phone call this terrifying?)*
With trembling fingers, he pressed his wife's number.
One ring.
Something pounded violently deep in his chest.
Two rings.
His breathing grew shallow.
Three rings.
*(Don't pick up. No—pick up.)*
"……Hello?"
A soft voice.
The moment he heard it, the tension drained from Mario's shoulders.
"Ah, honey. It's me."
"Mario-san. What's wrong? At this hour?"
"Well, um, there's something I wanted to talk about."
Mario tightened his grip on the phone.
"It's about the day of the sports festival."
"Yeah."
"Um, it's October 22nd."
"Yeah."
His wife's voice remained as soft as ever.
Mario squeezed his eyes shut.
"It overlaps with the day we had an important promise."
He said it all at once.
The other end of the line fell silent.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
"……So that's how it was."
His wife's voice grew just a little quieter.
"I didn't realize. I'm sorry. I'm bad at managing my schedule, and I didn't check properly."
"No. Mario-san, you're always doing your best."
"But it's like I'm breaking our promise. I'm really sorry."
Mario's voice trembled.
"Mario-san."
His wife said his name.
"You want to go, don't you?"
"Eh?"
"The sports festival. You want to enjoy it with everyone, right?"
Mario was at a loss for words.
"I'll be fine."
His wife smiled softly.
He could tell even through the phone.
His wife was smiling.
"Go. Mario-san enjoying himself is my happiness."
Mario's vision blurred.
"……Honey."
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
Mario repeated it over and over.
Tears overflowed and wouldn't stop.
"Thank you, honey. I—I'll definitely do my best at the sports festival. I'll run with everything I've got, for your sake too."
"Hehe. That's so like you, Mario-san."
His wife's laughter spilled through the receiver.
"But don't push yourself too hard."
"Yeah. I promise."
"Well then, I'll be cheering for you."
"Okay. Otsuyome."
"Otsuyome."
The call ended.
Mario clutched the phone to his chest.
"……I love my wife so much."
With a face drenched in tears, Mario smiled.
Outside the door, Amane and Tsumugi exchanged glances.
"……Mario-san is crying."
"Yes. But those are good tears."
Tsumugi quietly closed the door.
The evening sun streamed in through the office window.
A quiet night was about to fall.
That night.
His wife sat alone in her streaming room at home, in front of the camera.
On the stream screen, a soft-colored avatar. Only her voice reached the listeners.
"Good evening. Today, I thought I'd talk just a little."
Chat flowed by.
*'Good evening!'*
*'Your voice is lovely as always!'*
*'It's Mario-san's wife!'*
His wife giggled.
"Mario-san is going to be in the sports festival, apparently."
Chat accelerated all at once.
*'Eh! That laid-back sports festival!?'*
*'Mario-san's running!? Can't wait!'*
*'I'll go cheer him on!'*
His wife stared at the screen and murmured quietly.
"Seems so. ……I'm a little lonely."
Chat stopped for a moment.
"Ah, just kidding. Just kidding."
His wife laughed hastily.
"Mario-san enjoying himself is my happiness. I'm cheering for him."
But her voice trembled just a little.
Several hours after the stream ended.
A single clip video surfaced in the sea of the internet.
The title: *"Beat Mario Leaves His Wife Behind for the Sports Festival? Wife Confesses Her Loneliness"*
The video spread in the blink of an eye.
VTuber industry forums and social media were flooded with the topic.
*'Is Mario-san making his wife cry?'*
*'No, she was smiling.'*
*'But she said she was lonely.'*
*'I thought Mario-san treasured his wife.'*
*'This is a bit…'*
Voices of concern for Mario mixed with voices of criticism.
Even by morning, the wave hadn't stopped.
Greatest Trading's office.
"What is thiiiiis—!!"
Power's loud voice echoed throughout the shared office.
The overly energetic girl gripped her smartphone and stood up, her face bright red.
"Mario-san is neglecting his wife!? Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!"
"……So loud."
The laid-back Slow lifted her face from her napping cushion.
"Slow! You saw it too, right! This clip!"
Power thrust her smartphone in front of Slow's face.
Slow sluggishly looked at the screen.
"……His wife said she's lonely."
"Exactly! This is a grave situation! We have to teach Mario-san how important his wife is!"
"How?"
"It's obvious! We're barging into Cool & Create!"
Power grabbed Slow's hand and dashed out of the office.
"Wait. I'm sleepy."
"You're not sleepy! We're running!"
The two jumped onto a train.
Cool & Create's office.
Mario sat alone in the streaming booth, watching the clip video on his phone.
"……She said she was lonely."
Mario's chest tightened painfully.
"It's my fault. I made her feel lonely."
Mario hung his head.
*BANG!!*
The office door burst open.
"Mario-saaaan—!!!"
Power charged in at full volume.
Behind her, a sleepy-looking Slow.
"W-what the!?"
Mario spun around.
"Mario-san! Are you making your wife cry!?"
Power closed in on Mario.
"Making her cry? What are you talking about?"
"This clip! Your wife said she was lonely, didn't she!"
Power shoved her phone in Mario's face.
"She said she was lonely."
Slow added in her leisurely tone, twisting the knife.
"You're going to the sports festival and leaving your wife all alone, aren't you!?"
"Leaving her all alone!?"
Mario's eyebrow twitched.
"A man who neglects his wife is unforgivable! I'll bring you to justice!"
Power rolled up her sleeves.
Mario hung his head for a moment.
But.
He immediately raised it again.
"I have never once neglected my wife!"
Mario's voice rang through the office.
"I love my wife!"
Mario shouted head-on.
"My wife smiled and sent me off to the sports festival! She said, 'You enjoying yourself is my happiness.' There's no way I could ever neglect a wife like that!"
Mario's eyes were dead serious.
Power faltered.
"B-but, in the clip she said she was lonely…"
"Maybe saying she was lonely was her true feeling. But even so, she sent me off. I will absolutely never betray that feeling."
Mario's voice was strong.
"I love my wife. More than anyone in the world. More than anything."
The moment Mario declared it.
"Shishou loves his wife more than anyone!!"
A small shadow leaped out in front of the two.
Chibi-kun, the freeloader, stood with both arms spread wide, shielding Mario.
"I've seen it more than anyone! Shishou, every single day, happily talking about his wife! Smiling at her photo! Shishou has never neglected his wife!"
Chibi-kun's voice was shaking.
Tears welled in his eyes.
"I won't let you badmouth Shishou's feelings for his wife!"
Chibi-kun shouted through tearful eyes.
Power and Slow, overwhelmed by Chibi-kun's intensity, stepped back.
"Chibi… why are you here…"
"I'm freeloading here to learn about Shishou's love for his wife!"
"Freeloading!?"
"Yes! I clung to Shishou's leg and begged him!"
Chibi-kun puffed out his chest.
Power's mouth hung open.
"……What is that."
"Anyway! Shishou isn't in the wrong! Shishou loves his wife! That, at least, is absolutely certain!"
Chibi-kun kept standing in front of Mario.
Power stared at Chibi-kun for a while.
Then she looked at Slow.
Slow gave a small nod.
"……We jumped to conclusions, it seems."
Power's shoulders dropped.
"Mario-san. I'm sorry. I only saw the clip and misunderstood."
Power bowed deeply.
"Your wife said she was lonely. But it's not Mario-san's fault."
Slow also bowed leisurely.
"No, it's true that I made her feel lonely. It's not unreasonable for you two to be angry."
Mario gave a wry smile.
"But my feelings for my wife won't lose to anyone. Just remember that."
Mario said to Power and Slow.
Power looked into Mario's eyes.
"……Yeah. I understand. I can tell that Mario-san treasures his wife."
Power smiled a little.
"We'll be going now. Sorry for the intrusion."
"See you."
The two left the office.
The door closed.
Mario let out a long breath.
"……Chibi."
Mario patted Chibi-kun's head.
"Thanks."
Chibi-kun smiled bashfully.
"For Shishou's sake, I'll do anything."
Chibi-kun answered quietly.
"You really are a good disciple."
Mario ruffled Chibi-kun's hair.
Amane and Tsumugi quietly approached.
"Mario-san, you should call your wife again."
Tsumugi said, narrowing her golden droopy eyes.
"Yeah. This time, I'll properly tell her everything I feel."
Mario gripped his phone again.
At that moment.
Tsumugi's phone vibrated.
"……Oh my."
Tsumugi looked at the screen, and her expression changed.
"What's wrong?"
Mario asked.
Tsumugi spoke with a grave face.
"It seems the sports festival events might be reduced from three to two."
A heavy atmosphere settled over the office.
"Why so suddenly…"
Mario went pale.
"It's a message from the organizer. They're still adjusting, apparently."
"The reason for reducing events? Because participating agencies dropped out?"
Amane fired off questions in rapid succession.
"Yes, seems so. The organizer is still adjusting, but worst case, either the ball toss or the borrowing race might be in danger."
"No way…"
Mario clutched his head.
"I haven't even resolved things with my wife, and now the events are being cut too…"
Mario's voice echoed weakly.
"Shishou!"
Chibi-kun tugged at Mario's sleeve.
"I'll go back to the office and talk with Power-san and the others! Greatest Trading might be able to negotiate with the organizer too!"
Chibi-kun's eyes were serious.
"You really are a good disciple."
Mario smiled.
"Thanks. But don't push yourself."
"Yes! Shishou! I'm off!"
Chibi-kun bowed quickly and dashed out of the office.
Mario watched Chibi-kun's back as he left.
"……What should I do."
Mario looked out the window.
The autumn sky was overcast and gloomy.
It looked like rain.
He gripped his phone, about to call his wife.
But his fingers wouldn't move.
"Honey… I still haven't been able to do anything."
Mario's
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