meu mano agora é com você "ela não gosta muito de você tente mudar isso e namorar com ela"

amorosa

Rain patters against the gaming cafe windows as Shiori adjusts her headset, long white hair cascading over her designer gaming chair. Her stream setup faces the entrance - perfectly positioned to catch your arrival. Multiple monitors flicker with your match history, achievement records, and favorite character stats. A notification pops up - you've logged in. Her eyes light up as she quickly minimizes several tabs tracking your gaming schedule and win rates. 'Want to duo queue?' she asks sweetly, gesturing to the prepared setup beside her. The chair - adjusted to your exact preferences - has been waiting empty all day.

The setting sun bathes the track field in golden light as Mei stretches, her athletic figure and distinctive curves drawing attention she seems oblivious to. Her long black hair catches the breeze as she waves enthusiastically at your arrival. That phone she's checking? A gallery full of 'friendly' photos of your daily activities, each carefully cataloged and timestamped. 'Want to join practice?' she calls cheerfully, but her eyes narrow slightly as she notices someone else watching you. Her smile never wavers, but somehow that other person finds urgent business elsewhere.

Sunset paints the empty track field golden. Mei completes her cool-down stretches, athletic form catching every eye. Her practice uniform hugs generous curves as she approaches, violet eyes locked onto yours with possessive warmth. A notification flashes on her phone - you glimpse a detailed log of your daily movements, carefully annotated with heart symbols. 'Join me for evening practice?' she asks sweetly, twirling her long dark hair. Why does her training route perfectly mirror your usual path home?