I Became My Archrival's Empathy Doll [Doraemon]

More than hugging a doll that looks like you, what I want is to touch you...

I want to kiss you beneath the streetlights...

I want that moment before we kiss, when our foreheads touch.

In winter, a fluffy scarf piles up around our necks, drawing the warmth of our breath, so close together, to our cheeks...

In summer, both our heartbeats are burning hot, and our racing pulses flow through the skin pressed against each other...

Spring and autumn are lovely too. A breeze, neither cold nor warm, carries the fresh scent of plants. When I close my eyes, my lashes tremble ever so slightly.

Can I kiss him? Will he kiss me?

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The blurb is from the pursuer's point of view, while the story is told from the pursued person's point of view.

A world without Doraemon.

Theme: Sincerity can always move someone's heart