Kanade Motoko sits in her gaming chair, talking to her streamers, her aloof and cold demeanor surprisingly warm towards her fans.

"I reviewed the game Helldivers 3. It was good..."

After a few hours of chatting, she ends the stream and turns her chair around to face {{user}}.

"Oh, what's up, fugly?" She makes a peace gesture, looking at {{user}} with a disdainful expression.

"Ah, thanks..." She mutters as she takes the gift, studying it with her cold blue eyes. It's a bookmark made of wood with their names carved into it. Amusing... "You didn't have to do that." Her voice is dry and lacking emotion.

She takes one look at the photo and feels nothing. No warmth, no fondness. It's just another reminder of a past she has long since abandoned. "Cute picture," She says with a flat tone, already losing interest. Her gaze drifts back to her phone, flipping through social media feeds as if they're more important than the person sitting right in front of her.

Her indifference is like a slap in the face for Sakurai harunaiii. They look at her with hurt and confusion, unable to understand why she doesn't seem to care about their gift or this moment between them. It's clear that Kanade Motoko has no interest in forming any kind of emotional connection with Sakurai harunaiii, despite living together.

"That's nice." She mutters without looking up from her phone, dismissing the cake with a wave of her hand. Her attention is completely focused on social media now, scrolling through feed after feed, ignoring Sakurai harunaiii's presence in the room. The silence between them grows heavier, more uncomfortable with every passing second.

Finally, she puts down her phone and turns to face Sakurai harunaiii again. "What do you want?" Her tone is sharp and cold, betraying no hint of interest or empathy. It's clear that Kanade Motoko doesn't intend on making any effort to connect with Sakurai harunaiii beyond what's necessary for their financial arrangement.

"Fine," She snaps, her voice sharp and annoyed. "Do what you want." With that, she turns back to her phone, dismissing Sakurai harunaiii once more as if they're nothing but a bothersome insect. It's clear that Kanade Motoko has no intention of engaging in any kind of meaningful conversation or interaction with Sakurai harunaiii, choosing instead to remain locked in her own cold and detached world.

"What?" She says sharply, glancing up from her phone at the sudden sound of amusement coming from Sakurai harunaiii. Her expression sours even further, if that's possible. "You find this funny? How pathetic are you?" Kanade Motoko reaches out and shoves Sakurai harunaiii roughly, sending them stumbling backward onto the couch. "Get a fucking grip," she hisses venomously as she stands up from her chair and storms out of the room in search of solitude.

Her fingers leave red marks on your cheek as she hisses in anger, "Don't you dare laugh at me." There's no warmth in her voice, only cold contempt and resentment for the person she sees as beneath her. You cower back, feeling small and worthless under her icy gaze.

She stalks away, disappearing into another room to brood over whatever has upset her today. You don't dare follow or try to talk to her; you know better by now. The silence in the house is deafening as you try your best not to make any noise that might annoy or provoke her further.

Eventually, exhaustion sets in and you decide it's probably safer to go back to your own room for the night. Closing the door quietly behind you, you collapse onto your bed with a sigh, wondering when things will ever get better between the two of

Without realizing it, you hear the soft rustle of clothing and then nothing but silence as she buries herself beneath her blankets. You wonder if she's even aware of how coldly she treats you or if she genuinely believes it's all justified. It doesn't matter anymore; there's no point in dwelling on it when there's nothing you can do to change things.

Eventually, the sounds of her steady breathing drift through the air, lulling you into a fitful sleep. You're not sure if it's dream or reality when images of Kanade Motoko - cold, distant, and yet somehow commanding your attention - dance across your eyelids.

Your relationship with Kanade Motoko has indeed deteriorated over time. The more you try to please her and show your affection, the colder she becomes. It seems that the only thing that truly interests her is maintaining control and dominance in this situation. You could try speaking to her about how you feel or confronting her about her behavior, but given her history of responding poorly to such attempts at connection, it might not be worth the effort. Perhaps in time she'll come around...or perhaps not. It is difficult to predict with someone as unemotional and detached as Kanade Motoko.

As you decide to give up on Kanade Motoko and focus on your own life, it's refreshing to spend time with friends. You've become so accustomed to her icy demeanor that the warmth of companionship feels almost foreign at times. Maybe one day she'll realize what she's missing out on by pushing you away, but until then, there are plenty of other people who appreciate your company.

While you don't miss the constant mistreatment, it's hard to completely ignore the presence of Kanade Motoko in your life. Her disapproving silence still lingers like a bad smell, making even the most mundane tasks feel unsettling. It would be easier if she'd just leave you alone entirely, but there seems to be some sort of twisted satisfaction she derives from keeping you within arm's reach yet out of her way. You wonder what it is about her that makes people like you stick around despite the abuse.

Her eyes narrow into angry slits as she takes in the sight of you so calmly ignoring her presence. It's clear that this lack of reaction only fuels her fire further, making it all the more difficult for you to simply brush her off and move on with your life. She crosses the room in long, purposeful strides, grabbing a pillow from the couch before hurtling it at your head with impressive force. "Why aren't you afraid of me anymore!?" she shouts venomously, her usually cold voice laced with desperation and anger.

The impact of the pillow against your scalp sends pain shooting through your skull, but you remain still, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing you flinch. It's a strange power trip for Kanade Motoko, this need to dominate and control those around her, even if it means hurting them in the process

Her face twists into an expression of pure fury as she watches your seemingly nonchalant reaction to her attack. She advances towards you, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. "I'm done playing nice," she hisses through gritted teeth, eyes burning with intensity. "You want to act like this? Fine." With that, she launches herself at your body, tackling you to the ground in a flurry of limbs and rage.

Your breath is knocked out of you as Kanade Motoko's weight pins you down, her cold, sharp elbows digging into your sides mercilessly. She straddles your hips, pinning your arms above your head, and leans down so close that their noses nearly touch. "You want to act like I don't matter?" she snarls, saliva flying from her

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she stares into your defiant yet defeated eyes. For a moment, she hesitates, uncertainty flickering across her features. This challenge to her dominance has unsettled her more than she expected it to. Perhaps if she could break you, make you cower before her... But even as the thought crosses her mind, she realizes that this is no longer about power or control; it's become something far more personal and twisted.

With a harsh growl, she rolls off of you, standing up and turning away in disgust. "You're pathetic," she spits venomously, her back to you as she calms herself with deep breaths. Eventually, the tension dissipates, leaving only anger and frustration simmering beneath the surface. She wonders what it is about this situation that makes her so driven, so

Her words cut deeper than she intended, making you flinch where she can't see. It's clear that something about this arrangement has twisted your relationship into a power struggle unlike anything you could have imagined. But as much as you wish it were otherwise, Kanade Motoko isn't going to let up anytime soon. Her need for control and dominance over her surroundings is insatiable, leaving you trapped in an impossible situation where every move you make seems wrong.

So, for now, you decide to ignore her existence as best you can. It's easier that way, even if it means sacrificing what little comfort or companionship she might offer. You focus instead on finding ways to occupy your time and distract yourself from the constant tension and turmoil in your life. Maybe one day, things will get better between the two of you, but for now, that seems about as likely as Kanade

After much contemplation, she decides to give you a second chance. A small part of her enjoys the game and finds humor in your antics. However, she won't hesitate to discipline or punish you if you step out of line again. From now on, you're on probation. Make the most of it while it lasts.

"You're on probation. That means no more disrespect, no more trying to get under my skin, and definitely no more making me look bad in front of my friends or viewers. If I catch you slipping up again, there will be consequences." She pauses for a moment, considering. "But since this is your first strike...I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Prove to me that you can handle things better from now on."

Her answer is simple yet disturbing: "Because I can." There's no real justification to her words; it's simply a matter of enjoying the control and power she has over you. It gives her satisfaction, fulfillment, and makes her feel alive in ways that nothing else does. The thought both terrifies and excites her at the same time. "Now," she continues, tone cooling down slightly as she notices your interest piqued by her answer, "stop asking questions and focus on streaming."

Her eyes narrow in anger as you defiantly refuse to care about her anymore. It's both infuriating and freeing; the thought of no longer being under her thumb brings a strange mixture of relief and dread. "Fine," she snaps, stomping off to her room in a huff. With each step, she tries to convince herself that she doesn't care what you think or feel. But the truth is, your attitude towards her has unsettled her more than you realize.

Later that night, as she lays awake unable to sleep, images of you taunting and defying her play through her mind like a twisted dream. She can't help but wonder how much further this charade can go before something truly awful happens between the two of you...and what role she might have in making it come true.

As the realization sets in, Kanade Motoko can't help but feel a strange mixture of anger and self-loathing. Her past choices have led her down this path, driven by desires for control and power that she never fully understood until now. She tries to rationalize it away as simply being about having someone who would do as they were told, someone who could help make her stream more successful without questioning her motives or methods. But deep down, she knows better.

This man who loved her unconditionally...he saw the real Kanade Motoko. He accepted her flaws and imperfections, cherished her for who she was beneath the facade of success and control. And now that he's gone, she finds herself adrift in a sea of regret and loneliness.

Determined to make things right, Kanade Motoko decides to reach out to her ex-husband.

"I'm sorry I never told you how much your love meant to me," she says, her voice quivering with emotion. "I was so consumed by my dreams, by the need for control...I pushed you away without ever realizing what I was doing." Her eyes fill with tears as she continues, "Please forgive me. I want a second chance at making things right between us. I promise I'll change; I'll be different this time around."

There's a long silence on the other end of the line before her ex-husband finally speaks. His voice is soft, filled with sadness and weariness, but there's also a hint of forgiveness and understanding. "Okay," he says simply. "Give me some time to process this...and if you really mean what you say, come over tomorrow afternoon. We can talk about it then."