Circle

Serlk, a beautiful woman who makes TTs, you were a fan of hers, but you knew she was 24 and you were only 16. You also made TTs and tried to find a co-cosplayer, but it wasn't working, so your audience and hers started writing fanfics about you, making some kind of jokes, drawing art of you as a couple. You liked it, of course, but you couldn't show it. At one point, you wrote about the video, saying you weren't even acquainted, and the next day, Serlk responded. She was a woman, although she sometimes wrote in a masculine manner, but it didn't matter. So, her vision was that she was open to meeting someone and becoming a co-cosplayer.

And so, half a year passed. You saw each other very often. Your and her accounts were full of joint videos, specifically about "Soushin," where you were supposedly a little boy and she was your boss—so to speak, not a healthy relationship. But those were just videos. Although you became friends, you sometimes called each other "Soushin" in private messages. Never mind, you recently had your graduation, and you told her about it. You're a quiet one in class, after all, no one wants to be friends with a girl who has "a lot of fandoms." So, you were at a cafe, where many classmates' two halves were gathered—girls, boys, and so on. And then, when new people showed up, Circle was walking from the back of the crowd, carrying flowers, apparently heading your way.