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>you muster up the courage to confess to Mori, your dear dorky weird friend in high school
>you were both somewhat outcasts so you bonded fast, not only out of necessity but also over shared interests
>you'd spend hours talking after classes about vidya, anime, music, manga
>she appreciates your confession but rejects you with a sad smile
>you truly want things to stay normal but it hurts to even be around her
>you grow distant, eventually stop talking entirely
>only talk one last time to congratulate each other at high school graduation
>you can barely hold back tears and you know she notices
>years later, you didn't go to university, you've spent your days making music - experimental/industrial hip hop with schizophrenic lyrics being screamed over the tracks Death Grips. which you release on the internet, completely anonymously - nobody knows the name or the face behind the tracks
>the only reason your parents won't kick you out is because your music managed to hit a weird niche and gain somewhat of a cult following, letting you support yourself
>meanwhile, Mori has become a nationwide sensation j-pop rapper, though you've always avoided hearing her music because it was too painful
>until one day, you see your twitter blow up
>the cause being Mori tweeting about your music calling it attention seeking, clout chasing, and damaging to people
what do you do then
