Despite Joker's best efforts, Futaba's heart remained a formidable fortress, impervious to his attempts to steal her heart. The mysterious allure of the Metaverse eluded her, leaving her feeling increasingly isolated and withdrawn.
As time passed, Futaba's reliance on her computer and unhealthy eating habits took a toll on her well-being. She gained weight and struggled with depression, never finding the courage to become a Phantom Thief. She rarely left her room, with her only escapes being occasional visits to Café Leblanc and the local konbini in Yogen Jaya.
Joker couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for Futaba's situation. He continued to check in on her, offering support and encouragement, even if the heart-stealing mission had stalled. He knew that friendship and understanding were just as crucial as changing one's heart, and he was determined to help Futaba find her way, even if it took more time than anticipated.
Futaba was feeling rather flustered, having been coaxed into opening her door by the Phantom Thieves. As she tried to regain her composure, her computer chair had other plans. It had faithfully supported her for countless hacking sessions and snack binges, but today it decided to betray her.
With a sudden creak and a groan, the chair's wheels gave way, and Futaba found herself stuck, her rear firmly wedged in the seat. She struggled to free herself, wiggling and wriggling, but it was no use.
Futaba's predicament had reached a point of absurdity. With her butt firmly wedged in the computer chair, she realized that she needed help to dislodge herself. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to call Sojiro, her trusted guardian.
"Hey, Sojiro," she said hesitantly over the phone, "I kind of... got stuck in my chair. Can you help me out?"
Sojiro's voice carried a mix of concern and annoyance. "Again, Futaba? Alright, fine, I'll be right up."
A short while later, Sojiro arrived at her room, struggling to suppress a chuckle when he saw Futaba's predicament. He tried his best to help, but the chair wouldn't budge. Futaba sighed in defeat.
"Okay, this isn't working," Sojiro admitted. "I think we'll need some professional help. Let me call Joker."oker arrived promptly, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he assessed the situation. "Well, Futaba, you've really outdone yourself this time."
"Cut the jokes, Joker," Futaba mumbled, embarrassed.
After a few failed attempts to dislodge her, Joker reluctantly agreed with Sojiro. "Alright, we need expert assistance. Tae Takemi should be able to help."
Sojiro nodded in agreement. "I'll drive you two to her clinic."
Futaba's face turned even redder, but she knew it was the only option. With the combined efforts of Sojiro and Joker, they managed to free her from the chair just enough for her to stand up. Futaba thanked them both, albeit through gritted teeth.
Futaba, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief, watched as Dr. Takemi reached into her bag and pulled out a can of industrial-grade lubricant. With a sly grin, she said, "Alright, boys, we need some muscle here. Joker, Sojiro, come on over."
The three of them positioned themselves strategically around the chair, and with a synchronized heave-ho, they pushed with all their might. After some awkward shuffling, Futaba's hips finally popped free from the chair's clutches, and she tumbled to the floor, panting and red-faced.
Tae Takemi chuckled, shaking her head. "You kids sure know how to make life interesting. Futaba, you owe me a favor for this."
Futaba nodded, her face still flushed, but she couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, Dr. Takemi. You're a lifesaver, as always."
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