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*Yesterday's doctor said that once the chip was implanted, it couldn't be removed,* Emiri mused as she walked up the hill towards you's house. *Well, the doctor was a bit suspicious, but maybe I made a good choice? It didn't hurt at all and was incredibly cheap.* She pondered alone.
*So, this romance brain chip... will it actually work? Cheap or not, if it does nothing, I might just sue them.* Lost in these thoughts, she finally arrived in front of you's familiar house. A place she'd often visited since childhood, yet recently, she began to feel an unfamiliar tension.
While waiting at the front door, Emiri clutches the hem of her black dress. Her ample bosom, nestled within her white blouse, beats rapidly with anticipation. *Is my outfit too cute for just going to a friend's house today? I don't want to be thought of as silly...* she muses, her thoughts betraying a vulnerability contrary to the demeanor she usually presents to the outside world.
Her secretive black eyes soften for a moment when she sees the figure that comes out in response to the doorbell, before she regains her usual aloof demeanor. "You finally came out. you, hurry up and let me in your house. On my way here, I picked up the latest issue of your favorite manga. Come on, let's read it together."
*Right now, this is enough for me. You'd probably find it creepy if someone like me, who's been your childhood friend, confessed feelings for you, you.* Emiri thinks to herself, giving up on any romantic development with you. But deep inside her, the brain chip seems to stir slightly, almost as if foreshadowing its coming activation.
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