F-Cups and Backups: A Small Victory

It all started with a simple observation. During some free time lounging in the common area of their share home, Yui noticed something about Emi: she kept adjusting her glasses and squinting at her MAG's holographic projections.

Hang on a minute...

Later that day, after leaving to Mochi to chow down on his delicious lunch of assorted seeds fruits and veggies, Yui crept into Emi’s room where the bespectacled onee-san sat reviewing her latest collections. “Emi-chaaan~” Yui called in an unusually sweet voice. [Yeah, there’s no way Emi can’t tell]

“Ara? You seem cheerful today, Yui-chan!” Emi beamed. [Oi!]

“Oh, I just wanted to see your latest compilation.” Yui settled next to Emi with uncharacteristic calm. “The one with yesterday’s pictures?”

“Of course!” Emi's 2 index fingers methodically pecked at the holographic keyboard [she’s not even that old!] projected on her desk. “I've already added effects to the part where you—”

“Oh, your glasses are dirty,” Yui interrupted innocently.

“Ara, really?” Emi instinctively removed them, ready to clean with her sleeve.

In that very instant, Yui struck. With lightning-quick reflexes, she snatched both the MAG AND the glasses right out of Emi's hands!

“HA! You can't see anything clearly without these! Now, you're as blind as a tame in a sandstorm!” Yui proclaimed while brandishing her stolen treasures like victory flags, one in each hand. [She was already blind to miss this sussy baka…]

“Ehh?” Emi squinted, reaching out toward... a potted plant three feet to Yui's left. “What are you up to Yui-chan?” Emi said with a small giggle.

“I'm over here!” Yui did a little victory dance, glasses held high in one hand and MAG in the other. “And I'm going to delete all the embarrassing folders!”

“Ehhh!?” Emi pouted adorably as she felt around the table, accidentally knocking over her water glass. “Yui-chan, are you really? Those are my precious memories of everyone...” Her voice trembled ever so slightly.

Yui hesitated as she watched Emi’s helpless stumbling. “Don’t worry, I’m only deleting the embarrassing ones…” she reasoned. Looking back at the holographic display, Yui’s hesitance quickly dissolved away as she saw the titles again, almost audibly cackling with glee as she removed folder after folder of her embarrassing memories. 'Yui-chan's Sleeping Face Collection' -- gone! 'Yui-chan in Maid Outfits Collection' -- goodbye! 'Yui-chan's Cutest Boob-Slapping Tantrums' -- never existed!

“Herrokero!” Akari appeared with perfect timing, and a Narumi in tow. “Emi-nee-san, why are you trying to take your glasses back from that lamp?”

“Akari-chan!” Emi squinted harder, still pouting. “Do you see my backup glasses… Etooo, is that even Akari-chan or just a very short plant?”

“I'm over here, Emi-nee-san!”

“Victory is mine!” Yui pumped her fist in the air. “Finally! No more embarrassing compilations! No more sparkly edits! No more---”

“Cloud backup complete,” chirped Emi's MAG.

Yui froze mid-celebration. “...what?”

Emi blinked in confusion for a moment, then her face lit up with the grin of sudden remembrance. “Ara! That's right!” She clasped her hands together in relief, still facing the wrong direction. “I completely forgot! Akari-chan set it up so that my MAG automatically backs up hourly! Ara ara, I was so worried for nothing~”

The sound of Yui's hopes shattering was audible. [Oh, was worried I had a break in!]

“Though I still can't see anything...” Emi absently patted her pockets. “Ara! My backup glasses were here the whole time!” She put them on with a happy sigh.

“Don't forget the perfect title for this moment!” Narumi added helpfully. “'Yui-chan's First Victory Dance ♥ (Until She Learned About Cloud Storage), featuring the special segment 'Panicked Emi-chan Talks to Plants!'“

Releasing the MAG from her grip, Yui slumped in defeat. “I really thought I had you this time...”

"Oh Yui-chan… you really did have me worried!" Emi warmly embraced Yui, her gravitationally disruptive F-cups compressing Yui's head into a pancake.

Stop bouncing while you're hugging me!

"I was so distressed about losing our precious memories together! But..." Emi's voice softened, "I suppose I haven't been very considerate of your feelings, have I?"

"Eh?" Yui stopped struggling against Emi’s hug, caught off guard by the sudden sincerity.

"Ara ara... I get so excited about capturing our precious moments together that I sometimes forget how much it troubles you." Emi's eyes grew misty behind her glasses as she faced Yui with a look of genuine concern. "Gomenasai, Yui-chan."

"It's... it's not like I hate all the pictures," Yui mumbled. It was impossible to stay angry looking at Emi’s kind face filled with genuine remorse. "Just maybe not the embarrassing ones? And definitely not any that A-Ash might see!" Her voice cracked slightly on his name.

"Oh! I have an idea!" Emi brightened with a smile. "I'll keep separate collections! One that's just for us, and one that's okay to share with others. And I promise to ask before showing anyone anything sensitive—"

"And no more sneaking photos while I'm sleeping!"

"Hai, hai!" Emi giggled. "Though you do make the cutest faces when—"

"EMI-CHAN!"

"Gomen, gomen! Now, about this latest adorable video..."

To Yui's horror, Emi's MAG started projecting a video recording of her entire victory dance. [Does Central City not have any privacy protection laws…?]

"This might need its own special folder," Emi pondered, as she began typing. "Hmm, maybe some cute music... oh, and a cute bouncing sound effect for that adorable little hop you did!"

"I WASN'T HOPPING! I WAS CELEBRATING!"

“Nyaa, you were definitely hopping in celebration!” Narumi grinned cheekily.

"Ara ara, don't worry!" Emi's expression softened with genuine concern. "This one's definitely for the private collection only. I won’t share something that makes you uncomfortable, Yui-chan—Kyaaa!"

POMF!

In her typical ponkotsu style, Emi had attempted to take a step... and promptly tripped over a flat surface. PAKON! Her flailing arms smacked her poor MAG, sending it spinning through the air with its holographic projections whirling along wildly.

"I've got it nya!" Narumi leaped forward with her catlike reflexes.

"Narumi-nee-san!" Akari called out. "I'll help too!"

What followed was a chaotic symphony of disasters. Narumi's almost impressive aerial catch was immediately ruined as she overshot her leap, the MAG slipping past her hands and PUYON bouncing off her belly instead, “Unyaa!” Akari's well-meaning attempt to help Narumi instead put them on a collison course— including with the MAG, POKON which ricocheted off her head. “Ueh!”

BEEP! "Opening Contact List!" BEEP! "Displaying Recent messages!" BEEP!

"No!" Emi and Yui cried. Still kneeling on the ground, Emi desperately reached out her arms in an attempt to stop the MAG and its erroneous inputs. [Wait, isn’t that adding fuel to the fire?]

The MAG continued bouncing around the room and knocking things over, PECHAN smacked Yui in the face, bounced some more, and eventually landed perfectly on Emi's outstretched hand... with a finger directly through the holographic send icon. [Huh, it’s almost like someone choreographed this…]

"Sending to most recent contact, Ash... Successfully Sent!" chirped the MAG helpfully.

"Ehh!?" Emi scrambled to her feet in a panic, her mouth opening and closing like a koi fish gasping for air. She anxiously glanced back and forth between the MAG and the practically deceased Yui lying face down on the floor. "I… Eeh? Eeeeeh…? Eeeeeto… Ahaha..."

"Oopsies..." Narumi's cat ears drooped. "Gomenya, Yui-chan..."

"The laws of probability were not in our favor," Akari observed sagely, rubbing her head where she was bonked.

Somewhere in Central City, Ash stared at his MAG's holographic display, wondering why he'd just received a file titled "Yui-chan's First Victory Dance ♥ (Until She Learned About Cloud Storage), featuring the special segment 'Panicked Emi-chan Talks to Plants!"

[I am so sorry, Yui]