The girls had gathered at a small outdoor café in Central City's bustling futuristic plaza, discussing their next cosplay photoshoot (for Emi’s collection) while waiting for their food. The plaza buzzed with the usual lunchtime energy - scattered laughter, clinking dishware, and the soft hum of food delivery MAGs weaving between tables in the warm afternoon sun. Emi, who sat across from Yui, was leisurely sipping her boba tea through a straw, completely oblivious to how her actions were starting to grate on a certain petite Deuman.
Emi, in her typical ponkotsu style, had chosen to wear a particularly flowy summer dress that day… and had completely forgotten about the existence of bras, as she often did. [Sorry, what?] Her untamed F-cups jiggled with every sip of her boba tea, while the fabric of her dress swayed gently with her chest, creating an almost mesmerizing dance. [Holy cow, but also, someone please give her spine a pay raise]
Yui’s eye twitched. She tried to stay calm, focusing on the holographic café menu projected by her MAG, but the ridiculous bouncing across the table was like an incessant background noise she couldn’t drown out.
Without thinking, Yui's hand drifted to her own chest, a habitual gesture born from countless bitter comparisons – unsurprisingly, still as flat as her chances of growing taller. Cheeks burning, she hastily shoved her hand back down. [Hey, at least your spine isn't filing for workers' comp]
Just focus, Yui, she told herself. Stay calm, stay collected…
Suddenly, a nearby delivery MAG began flying erratically, its optical sensors seemingly stuck in a loop as it attempted to process Emi's physics. The coffee cups on its tray sloshed dangerously until its collision avoidance protocols finally kicked in, sending it zipping away with an apologetic beep.
Yui sank lower in her seat, painfully aware of the growing attention. At the next table over, a man choked on his coffee while his wife indignantly smacked his shoulder. Nearby, an older gentleman sat staring at Emi in awe, a half-eaten cream puff laying completely forgotten on his plate. Blinking, he readjusted his glasses… then took them off and wiped them as if unsure he was seeing right.
“Ara ara, this new boba place is amazing!” Emi exclaimed, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “The tea is just the right milky sweetness, and the boba are so perfectly chewy!”
Jiggle.
Jiggle.
Yui’s eye twitched again. Nope. Stay cool, Yui. You’re the calm one.
[Mm, booba… Ahem, sorry yes, chewy boba]
“Oh!” Emi suddenly perked up, causing another cascade of movement. “I just remembered! I have the cutest maid outfit for you to try later, Yui-chan! I even took measurements while you were sleeping!” [!!!?]
JIGGLE.
Yui clenched her fists. I… can’t…
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Piyo piyo? Mochi, who had been perched sleepily on her hair, gave a small chirp of concern.
[Yui, did you hear what she said!???]
“And I even found this adorable cat-ear headband that would match so well!” At this point, Emi was completely oblivious, as she shifted in her seat and rummaged through her bag causing another series of ridiculous, exaggerated physics.
Jiggle. Jiggle. Jiggle. Jiggle. [Whew]
Yui snapped.
“THAT’S IT!” Yui stood up abruptly, her teal and amber eyes blazing—the sudden movement piyoyooo sending Mochi fluttering away in alarm from atop her head. Before Emi could even react, Yui marched over, and with a rapid flurry of slaps, she started smacking Emi’s all-too-freely bouncing bust, her small hands furiously swatting at the absurd movement.
“Will you JUST. STOP. BOUNCING!” she shouted, her voice cracking from pure frustration.
“Wha– ita! Y-Yui-cha– kyaa!” Emi gasped between slaps, half in shock, half trying to suppress laughter as she raised her hands defensively, though ultimately not doing much to stop Yui. “I-I can't he-help it!” she squealed, her glasses slipping down her nose as she tried to block the relentless slaps. “Th-they have a– ah! –mind of their o-own!”
“I don’t CARE! They’re driving me CRAZY!” Yui kept slapping Emi’s chest with surprisingly fast reflexes, each strike making small smack sounds.
“Y-Yui-chan! St-stop! Kyaa! My b-boba's going to sp-spill!” Emi protested through fits of giggles and yelps. [Forget the boba Emi, what about your booba!?]
Narumi and Akari watched in stunned silence from their sides of the table, their drinks momentarily forgotten. Then, they burst into fits of laughter.
“Nyahaha, poor Yui-chan! She’s gonna need a bigger hand for all that!” Narumi teased, her cat ears twitching with amusement. [Stop Narumi! She’s already down!]
Akari still giggling, tugged at Narumi's sleeve. “Herrokero... shouldn't we stop them?”
“No way nya, this is better than my bubble tea!”
A small crowd had gathered, watching the spectacle in amusement. One older ARKS nodded sagely to another, “Ahh I see, it’s the infamous Chaos Girls at it again!”
[Wait, this isn’t the first time!??]
After what seemed like an eternity of frantic boob-slapping, Yui finally stopped, completely red in the face and panting heavily. She placed her hands on her hips, glaring at Emi, who was trying her best to hold back laughter, her unrestrained F cups still jiggling from the aftershocks of Yui’s assault.
After adjusting her glasses with barely contained giggles, Emi gave Yui an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Yui-chan! But honestly… it’s not like I try to make them do that!”
Still fuming but feeling the ridiculousness of the situation sink in, Yui sighed heavily and slumped back into her seat, arms crossed and cheeks red with embarrassment. “I swear... are you actually allergic to bras or something?”
“I really am sorry, Yui-chan!” Emi pressed her hands together apologetically, though the movement caused another small bounce. “I'll try not to forget to wear one tomorrow! ...hopefully.” She added the last word under her breath with a sheepish grin.
Still laughing, Narumi leaned over and gave Yui a playful pat on the back. “Don't worry, Yui-chan! Though next time maybe bring boxing gloves if you're gonna challenge those titans, nya!” [Sage advice from le cat]
“I hate you guys…” Yui muttered, dramatically throwing her hands over her face with a groan. Mochi cautiously returned to her head, giving her a sympathetic peck.
“Ara!” Emi suddenly brightened. “That reminds me! I got the cutest video yesterday of Yui-chan trying to reach the top shelf in the library! The way she had to jump was so precious—”
GONGGG!!!
The sound of Yui's forehead smacking the table reverberated across the plaza. From across the bustling square, Narumi and Akari could be heard erupting into hysterical laughter, while somewhere in the hubbub, you could just make out the series of increasingly distressed Emi noises, perplexed as to why Yui had suddenly faceplanted the table... [Poor Yui…]