/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

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7am brain, gogo! Enjoy the story. Remember to any writefag that want's to learn or be one. Don't write something when you're distracted or your mind's still foggy. Hopefully quality doesn't reflect my 7am jwu brain. I had to think about a dinner that didn't need to be reheated and could be eaten instantly, took like 10 minutes just by itself. There isn't much cheerleading honestly, moreso just the outfit.
>You're working the hours away, it's tiring, it's draining, but it's gotta be done.
>You take your phone out and message Shiori, apologizing to her because of plans the two of you had made, which now need to be put on hold or cancelled.
>"Sorry Shiori, I said I'd be home early for you tonight, but I gotta get this done."
>After sending the message, you slump in your chair, sighing heavily, before resolving yourself to continue. The longer you take, the more you feel as if you're disappointing Shiori
>The day finally ends, you check your watch, somewhat upset with yourself that it's already 8pm.
>You get up and start to walk out of the office building, as you exit, a message appears on your phone
>It's from Shiori. Dread creeps into your mind, pessimistic thoughts start forming in your head before you even open the message. "God, she's mad at me isn't she?"
>You close your eyes, take a deep breath in, then open it.
>To your surprise, she doesn't appear to be mad, all the message says is: "Don't buy dinner tonight if you'll be late, I got something for you."
>An awkward smile creeps onto your face, followed by even more sighing. It seems your pessimism isn't going away tonight, instead your thoughts pivot from: "She's mad at me." to "What did I do to deserve her?"
>Your walk home isn't doing you any favours, it's cold out, you forgot your coat, the street lights are dim, there are dogs howling throughout the neighbourhood which only serve to annoy you.
>You arrive home, your eyelids are getting heavy.
>You then make a decent effort: "Shiori? I'm home."
>No response
>Your pessimism from earlier has returned: "Yep, she's definitely mad."
>You walk into the kitchen and see a meal prepared for you on the dining table and a note.
>The note reads: "Anon, I know you've been working hard, here's your meal, made with lots of love, Shiori."
>You sit down, it's pasta salad
>You grab a fork, stabbing into the lettuce, chicken and a cherry tomato, and put it into your mouth
>Although tired, you're able to enjoy the taste, the mix of onions sauce, vinegar, and sesame oil that was used as a dressing compliments it well, you can taste the umami and the tanginess of the vinegar.
>A smile appears on your face, it was clearly made with a lot of effort.
>You continue to eat the meal in silence.
>Once the meal is finished, you stand up from your seat, and a surprise manages to get you
>Shiori has put her arms around you from behind, was she waiting for this moment?
>"Did you like your meal?" she asked, her tone somewhat of a whisper.
>You gently rest your hands over hers: "Yeah, I did." you respond.
>She then starts walking backwards, with her arms around you. You're tired so you let yourself be dragged along.
>She drags you into the living room, then makes you turn around.
>As you turn around, you notice what Shiori is wearing instantly, before you could comment on it, she pushes you onto the couch.
>A cheer leader's outfit, the top leaves her tummy exposed, the skirt is kind of short, but what you notice isn't so much the outfit she's in, but moreso her face.
>Smug, confident, a smirk that screams: "Tonight will be fun."
>She sits on your lap, putting her arms over your shoulders and then she leans in and whispers in a playful, yet somewhat soothing tone
>"Anon, you've been working really hard for some time now, you've been coming home and apologizing a lot, today you even look depressed, did you think I wouldn't notice?"
>She hits every nail on the head, you can't even deny it so instead you do the same thing, you apologize, or at least you try to.
>Before you could even say sorry, she puts a finger to your lip
>Instead, she starts cheering for you, she has no pompoms with her, but her cheering song is one of her many, many improvised songs
>The tune is slightly off, the words don't all make sense, perhaps it's because of the time, but you can tell she's put effort into this, for your sake
>You start to laugh a little, followed by a smile
>Your weariness from before is starting to fade
>She notices this and returns you a smile, then that smile turns into another smirk, one would even describe it as 'mischievous'
>"Well anon, you owe me now for this, I had to shop online for this outfit and I saved it for times like this."
>She gets off your lap, then turns around, and sits on your lap again, this time her back is pressed against your chest, her butt is pressed against your crotch fully.
>You begin to blush, and your body begins to react as it typically would
>"Show me your gratitude, anon~"