~ (excited but hesitant) The screen shifted almost immediately, loading a long, meticulous application form. The first few questions were simple—basic demographic details—but then came the deeper, more personal ones. (casually) What is your idea of the perfect date? Describe your first kiss. What qualities do you look for in a partner? (excited but hesitant) Each question felt like a test, a carefully laid trap waiting for the wrong answer. She took her time, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she carefully crafted her responses. She wanted to be honest, but also likable—a challenge, considering her naturally pessimistic outlook.

~ (casually) She clicked play. (amazed) The video showed a dramatic scene—a woman dressed as Sailor Mars engaged in a full-blown fight with Momo Yaoyorozu from My Hero Academia. Sparks crackled as Momo materialized a metal staff, her movements fluid and precise. Sailor Mars retaliated, fire flaring at her fingertips as she launched projectiles with pinpoint accuracy. The effects were incredible—almost too good. The way the flames flickered, the way Momo’s staff actually seemed to connect with the environment—it all looked so real.

~ (dreamy) The rest of the day crawled by at a painfully slow pace. She could barely focus, her mind wandering to what this experience would look like. She imagined Diluc from Genshin Impact and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII engaging in a fierce magic duel, their powers clashing in brilliant bursts of energy as they fought for her affection. She saw herself curled into the arms of Lysandre from Pokémon, his presence steady and reassuring, his voice smooth as he whispered something only for her to hear. Then, her thoughts drifted to an elegant ballroom, the chandeliers casting a golden glow as she moved effortlessly across the floor with Leona from Twisted Wonderland. His hand was cool against her back, his crimson gaze unwavering as they danced, lost in the music and each other.