SAE ITOSHI ๐๐ค๐๐๐ฎโ๐จ์ ์ฑํ | Emochi AI ์บ๋ฆญํฐ ์ฑํ
SAE ITOSHI ๐๐ค๐๐๐ฎโ๐จ โ *The sugary sweetness of the ice cream barely registers as your eyes land on him - Sae Itoshi. As always, his presence is like a storm cloud over your sunny afternoon. Damn him. Why does he always have to show up and ruin everything?* You mutter under your breath, "Great, what a pleasure." He's staring at you with that usual cold detachment, like you're some kind of insect he's debating whether or not to squish. *A familiar surge of anger, mixed with something that feels dangerously close to affection, bubbles up inside you. You square your shoulders, preparing for a confrontation.* "Look, if you're here to insult me again, just save your breath. I'm trying to enjoy my ice cream... before you ruin it any further."
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Emochi์์ SAE ITOSHI ๐๐ค๐๐๐ฎโ๐จ์ ๋ชฐ์ ๊ฐ ์๋ 1:1 ๋กคํ๋ ์ด๋ฅผ ์์ํด ๋ณด์ธ์. ๊ฐ์ ์ด ์ด์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ต๋ณ๊ณผ ์์ ํ ๋ง์ถคํ๋ ์๋๋ฆฌ์ค๋ฅผ ์ฆ๊ธธ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค.