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ROUTE CHOSEN: Kodokuna Kōkaku Kidōtai
CURRENT ROUTE POINTS:
Tsundere: 48
Dandere: 11
Yandere: 32
Kuudere: 21
Hiromi wearily dismissed the notification that appeared every. single. morning. It had been a week since she was granted the Otome System by some cruel and petty god, and despite her best efforts, the entire crew was now well aware of how she felt about Motoko. It still took them most of that day to figure things out, what with them being stupid boys, but they eventually figured it out. Malcom and Ichi teasing both of them about it had gotten them both an ass kicking, and netted her 3 Tsun points for her rant. She still can't look at flowers without blushing, stupid Motoko, stupid poem, STUPID DLC TITLE.
Welp, feeling sorry for herself never helped before, and sulking now won't be productive. After a few days of avoiding each-other and hundreds of abortive attempts at writing a text that didn't make her cringe, she was finally able to muster up the courage to ask Motoko to meet with her in person.
In less than four hours, Motoko would be here, in her home. Possibly in her room.
"OH GOD! Why did I ask her to come here? What do I wear? Do I dress up? Dress down? Auggghhhhh!" Right as she was halfway to working herself into a full blown panic attack, the System decided to be 'helpful'.
ROUTE PLOTTER UPDATE FOUND
Route A: I'm not like most (corpo) girls
Route B: Don't Poke-y the Doki
Route C: Dans ton étreinte, la petite mort
A single strangled scream in Hiromi's room was cut off by the sound of a body throwing itself face first into a pillow.
As Hiromi manages to work herself into a neurotic mess, across the brightly lit streets of Night City, our favorite purple haired protagonist and GAMER SYSTEM recipient Motoko The Major Kusanagi was currently 10 feet off the ground, having wedged herself into the corner of the room.
"Nuuuuuuuu, I changed my mind, I'm not going! Jun! Don't get the broom! Hey! No! Stop hitting meeeeeeee!" Jun carefully swatted at his sister, trying to dislodge her from the walls without damaging them too much. A lucky swipe of an ankle while she kicked at him with her other foot had her landing hard on the ground.
Jun glares down at her, broom brandished like a spear. "No. You will dress yourself appropriately. You will treat your best friend with the respect she is due. You will DISCUSS THOSE FEELINGS in a mature and productive way IN PERSON." He stated, all but growling out the last part. Not quite shouting, but not far off.
Motoko carefully rubbed her now sore ass before sulkily replying. "Dun wanna"
"You will do all of those things, or I will send Rita the video." Jun counter-offered, smug in the knowledge that his bluff would never be called. Because much like the great masterminds of yesteryear, you can't stop him, he already did it half an hour ago!
Jun, knowing something like this would happen, and also knowing that her weird work outfits were the fanciest clothing she owned, had sent Akari a request for an outfit 'that my dumb gonk sister would look good in, on a date, in a 150 eddie a plate restaurant'. A bit of back and forth on the details of the date 'no idea what restaurant', 'no, she's an arasaka corpo brat, so dark colors probably?' 'no Akari, if you give her the talk she'd probably actually combust, no teasing until after the date please', had gotten him his sweet pre-vengance. Last night, he was able to pick up the outfit. Soon his stupid imotou's fate would be sealed.
He'd pulled some strings with Fujimura-sama and gotten a short notice reservation at Teppenyaki Katsuhiro, which was ironically only a few floors down from Hiromi's family's apartment. Jun was even able to pre-pay that night's food and drink tab.
He leaned down, his smug grin growing even wider, as his external comms sniffer picked up the tell tale traces of an active local link connection. He knew his sneaky netrunner sister had hacked his agent, and right now she was looking at the file labeled "READ ME FIRST, STUPID IMOTOU". In it were the reservation details, a recording of his talk with Akari, and a single still of the outfit they got for her.
"Dinner is at 7, and it's almost noon. Your dress is hanging in the hallway closet. Better give your girlfriend a call and tell her about the change of plans. Or I will."
The look of shocked outrage, and of familial betrayal so deep and cutting that she may never recover from it crossed his cute little sister's face. Then his optics cut out. The swift punch in the gut was to be expected. The follow up shot to the face was practically a requirement. Hacking his agent to play nothing but shitty covers of Samurai while he sat there blind was a bold move, but on the whole, fair enough, as long as she fixed it before she left.
Suddenly, and for no reason at all, the System updated.
ROUTE D: Fancy Dinner, Fancy Chrome SELECTED
Two entire minutes after that notification, Hiromi received a text from Motoko. "Change of plans. Jun got us dinner reservations. It's at Katsuhiro's in your building. 7 PM. See you then "
Hiromi read, reread, then carefully examined the message she had just been sent. Calmly looked heavenward, straightened her posture, and took a deep breath.
Thank you for contacting the Abyss. Your scream is very important to us. Please hold for the next available agent!
NEXT TIME...ON DRAGON BALL ZEEEEEEeeeee DOKI DOKI LOVE CUREEEEEEEeeeeee!
Her hand. The hand that was holding Motoko's. That hand. Had a BLUR FIELD. It. Was. PIXELATED!
LEWD ACT DETECTED.
MODESTY FILTER APPLIED.