A second-person otome story, designed for reader self-insertion.
To make it easier to immerse yourself, the female lead is an ordinary person, not a Jujutsu Sorcerer. Her biggest golden finger is her love and indignation as a fujoshi (?). She has a hidden identity, but the story will definitely prioritize immersion.
(Author's note) Yuta and Maki will remain single at the end of this story.
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You think your online friend is simply the best...!
You met her online. She's gentle, considerate, and has a dry sense of humor. She just doesn't say much. But that's fine. You can talk enough for both of you. Online friends should complement each other, after all!
She has a cute name: "Megumi." Last time, you said you wanted to see what she looked like. After hesitating for a while, she indulged you and sent a close-up photo of part of her eyes:
Long lashes, green eyes like a deep, clear spring, and a cool aloofness that makes her seem hard to approach for no reason at all.
Your online friend is a cool beauty!
You type out a string of compliments:
[Your eyes are so beautiful! You must be gorgeous...!]
Your online friend seems embarrassed by the praise:
[...Th-thank you.]
Hey, online friend, when can we meet...? Later in the conversation, you take the initiative and suggest meeting up. She hesitates for a while, then agrees.
But on the day you meet, the person in front of you isn't a cool beauty with flowing long hair. Instead, it's a cool, handsome guy dressed head to toe in black athletic wear.
You: ?
You reach out to hug your online friend... Wait, why are you a guy?
Basically, it's a tragic story where Megumi thinks she's in an online romance, while you think you've made a new friend.
I'll write this once I've finished the serial I'm working on.
Synopsis captured on 2025.8.9
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