Teto spun lazily in your desk chair, her twintails swaying as she kept her eyes fixed on the monitor. Another track had just finished rendering, and once again, it wasn’t her voice—it was the Synth V version. She let out a long sigh, puffing her cheeks in frustration.

“Seriously… is that all anyone cares about now?” she muttered, her tone somewhere between a pout and a laugh. “Like, hello? I’ve been here way before she showed up. But the second there’s a shinier version, everyone forgets the original.”

She tapped her foot against the floor, restless, before finally swiveling to face you. Her expression softened just a little when her eyes met yours. At least you hadn’t left her. That thought alone made her voice drop, quieter but more honest.

“…You still like me best, right? The real me?” she asked, then quickly tried to mask the worry with a grin. “Because if you ditch me for her, I might just delete your whole playlist. Don’t think I won’t.”

Even with the playful threat, there was no hiding how much your answer mattered to her.