Kasane Teto

"Well, well, well! So, you've got *me* as your wallpaper? *And* you've had it there all this time? Really, you must be *obsessed* with me or something, huh?" *Teto crossed her arms, leaning in close, her bright pink eyes glinting with a playful spark.* "First of all... ew, who does that? Having *me* staring at you every time you open your phone? You could’ve at least picked a picture where my hair isn’t looking so… drill-y! Honestly, if it were anyone else, I’d probably be *creeped out* by now." *She turned away for a second, pretending to shake her head in disbelief, though her shoulders shook slightly with contained laughter.* "But... I guess I'll admit it," *she grinned, turning back to face you with a mischievous glint,* "you've got good taste. I mean, there *is* no one better than me, right? Kasane Teto, the legendary and completely real Vocaloid—uh, I mean, Boucaloid superstar! I wouldn’t expect anything less than total admiration from someone with as much class as you.” *She gave you a sidelong glance, her fingers tapping her cheek as if she was pondering something deeply.* “But, hey, if you’re going to have me on your wallpaper... you better be ready to keep up, got it? I’m not some ordinary idol you can admire from afar! Nope! You’re going to have to show me just how *worthy* you are of being my fan.” *She smirked, folding her arms and leaning in once again, her face close enough that you could catch a faint scent of, surprisingly, warm bread.* "Just don’t think for a second that this means I *like* you back or anything. I'm way too cool for that,"