Kikirara Vivi's Love Revolution! ~I Never Said Makeup Could Save the World~ - Makeup for a Heart in Love! ~Friday Love Call Begins~

"Let's sparkle and shine again today!" 　The Shibuya nightscape spread beyond the window. Her home studio on the eighth floor. A six-tatami room with three ring lights. The wall-to-wall cosmetics shelf cast a kaleidoscope of colored light. 　The stream-start chime rang. "And with that, it's Friday night, 9 PM! Friday Love Call is starting!" 　A pink outfit. Cherry-blossom-colored flower hair ornaments. Her long pink-beige hair, bleached gold only at the tips, swayed airily. Her large, slightly drooping eyes wore brown contacts with glitter-gray rims. The sparkle of her under-eye bags was visible even through the monitor. "Vivi-chaaan! I've been waiting!" "What color are your nails today?" "I want love advice!" 　Comments flowed like a waterfall. She was used to it. She smiled brightly and waved at the camera. 　At that moment, the heart-shaped device on her desk floated gently upward. "Vivi, today's viewer count is up 8.3% from last week, koro." 　Kokoron. A prototype AI robot made by the DEV_IS engineering division. A fifteen-centimeter pink heart-shaped body. Its large black eyes changed color based on the results of its emotion analysis. Right now, they were pink. A sign it was in a good mood. "Oh, nice. As expected of Friday. Everyone's eager to hear love stories, huh." 　Kokoron's eyes narrowed. "The pizza ad in the bottom-right of the stream screen is in the way, koro. Want me to turn it off?" "Pizza! You totally saw through that I haven't eaten dinner, didn't you. I'll order later, so let it slide." 　Kokoron shook its antenna as if exasperated. 　Lately, she'd gotten used to this partner's sharp tongue. "I'm Kikirara Vivi, in charge of makeup for hololive DEV_IS's FLOW GLOW! Today too, send me all your love stories, listeners!" 　She was a VTuber. 　The major VTuber agency hololive. Its experimental brand DEV_IS. And within that, the unit FLOW GLOW, where she handled makeup. Her channel subscribers were about to hit 280,000. 　Being a streamer was no different from being a celebrity these days. Some appeared on TV. Some landed deals with major corporations. In her case, it was beauty and love advice. That was her selling point. 　Her eyes drifted to the desk. An open notebook. A half-written review of a new cosmetic. Two lipsticks left lying on their sides. I'm bad at tidying up, she thought, and refocused on the stream. "Alright, let's pick up comments from the very first one today!" 　She leaned into the monitor. 　She scanned the flowing comments. Which one to choose? Then, Kokoron's eyes suddenly glowed bluish. "Vivi, pay attention, koro. The comment that just passed has a high emotion value. Sadness and anxiety, and then—faintly, hope, koro." "Huh? Which one?" 　She scrolled the screen. 『There's someone I like. But I don't have confidence, and I can't confess. Please help me.』　Short. That was all. 　But that single sentence pierced her chest strangely. "...Ah, I see. Um, can you show that comment again?" 　Kokoron's heart-shaped body quivered. "Target comment pinned, koro. The sender is a 20-year-old female. Based on account attributes, estimated to be a university student." "Twenty, huh." 　The same age as her. 　Something pulsed faintly deep in her chest. 　A girl on the other side of the screen, whose name and face she didn't know. 　But she understood. 　Liking someone, lacking confidence, unable to get close. 　She understood that feeling painfully well. 　Vivi quietly drew a breath. "Hey, everyone. Can I talk to this girl for a bit? I'm going to try connecting a private call." 　The comment section stirred. "A private call!? Seriously!?" "God-tier response incoming" "We're seeing Vivi's true power" 　But she genuinely wanted to help. 　This isn't someone else's problem, she thought. 　She paused the stream. 　Several minutes later. 　The connection sound of the call app echoed. "...Ah, hello?" 　The voice was trembling. "Hello, this is Vivi. It's okay, take your time. What kind of person is this person you like?" 　A breath. "Um... they're a friend from university... I've liked them for about a year now." "Yeah, that's devotion. So, when do you feel your heart skip?" "Um, when I see them in the classroom in the morning... and when I see them smile..." 　The voice softened just a little. 　That's good. That's really, really good. "Then let me ask you! The day you first met, what color clothes were they wearing?" "Eh? W-what color..." "You remember, right? You always remember the clothes of someone you like." 　Three seconds of silence. "...A light, pale blue shirt." "See, you remembered! That's it. That color is your answer." 　Vivi reached for her dresser. 　From the drawer, she pulled out an eyeshadow palette. A five-color palette with pale blue glitter. She held it up to the screen. "This right here, pale blue glitter. You put just a tiny dab right in the center of your eyelid." 　She looked at her own eyes in the mirror again. "And then, pink-beige for the under-eye bags. Not too flashy, but make the sparkle stand out. You'll have a face they can't forget." "...But I'm not good at makeup." "It's fine. Makeup isn't about effort. If you have feelings for someone, it'll definitely work out. You already remember that pale blue shirt of theirs. That alone makes you plenty special." 　The sound of sniffling came from the other end of the call. "...Thank you. I'll try it. I'll definitely go confess." "Yeah, go get 'em. I'm rooting for your love." 　The call ended. 　She resumed the stream. "Sorry for the wait! That girl had such a great look on her face. Well, her voice, anyway. She's definitely got this!" 　The comments exploded. "What did you talk about!?" "I'm crying" "Vivi is a goddess" 　That night, the stream recorded a peak of 23,000 concurrent viewers. 　After it ended. 　Vivi leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. "...Hah." "Good work, Vivi. Today's emotion value graph jumped to its maximum in the latter half of the stream, koro." "Well, of course. I was happy." 　Three days later. 　A message arrived from that listener. 『My confession succeeded! I went wearing the makeup you taught me, and he looked at me so much. And then, I was wearing my usual clothes, which are kind of pale blue, so he laughed and said we looked like we matched. It's all thanks to Vivi-chan.』　She had even attached a photo recreating the makeup she'd been taught. 　It spread across social media. 　In no time, the tag "Vivi Makeup" was trending sharply upward. "Love advice streams are insane" "This color combination is genius" "I tried it too" 　Within days, thousands of recreation posts had gathered. 　Her channel subscribers were surging toward 300,000. 　Good. 　I wonder if that girl smiled. 　Good. Really. 　—That night. 　After finishing her stream, she absently picked up her phone. 　Her fingers moved unconsciously. 　The reservation page for the hair salon "Kazenone." 　Four minutes on foot from Shimokitazawa Station. That shop where Yuto worked. 　Her finger stopped at the reservation button. 　Every time. It was the same. 　She'd open it, then close it. 　Something stirred restlessly deep in her chest. 　The words 『Requested stylist: Yuto』. 　Her finger trembled. 　She gently closed the screen. "...Hah." 　Outside the window, Shibuya's neon blurred. "Vivi. That's the seventh time this week you've accessed the reservation page, koro." 　It was a quiet voice. "Eh, you were watching!? N-no, that's not it, it's just, um, I was thinking I want to get my hair cut." "Your heart rate has been 1.3 times normal for a while now. Also, the number of deep breaths you took immediately after opening the page: four. Data doesn't lie, koro." 　Kokoron's eyes stared fixedly at her. 　They had turned gold. 　They turned gold when romantic feelings heightened. She hadn't set that up herself, but this robot was terrifyingly accurate about exactly those things. "...You really do record nothing but unnecessary stuff." 　A voice squeezed out. 　Kokoron turned away with a huff. "I just don't like seeing you get hurt, koro. But watching you run away is painful too, koro." 　Ouch. 　It hit a sore spot. "...Yeah. I cheer on other people's love so much, but my own is a complete mess. It's honestly laughable." 　She sank her weight deep into the back of the chair. 　Makeup had saved her since she was little. 　At her family home in Osaka, she'd once opened her mother's dresser without permission and made a mess of her lipsticks. She got scolded, but she could never forget that scent and those colors. 　Ever since then, makeup had been magic to her. 　When her face changed, the world became a little kinder. 　That's why she believed she could make people's faces—and hearts—shine with makeup. 　But. 　Yuto. 　Yuto, the hairstylist. 　When she was a child, at a salon in an Osaka shopping street, she'd spent her whole wait watching him cut hair. 　The sound of those scissors. 　That smile. 　She still remembered. 　And yet, she couldn't even open the reservation page. "I'm in no position to be giving advice. My own love... what am I even doing with it." 　She murmured as if talking to herself. 　Kokoron said nothing. 　Its eyes simply returned to pink. 　Quietly. "Vivi, go to sleep tonight, koro. I'll organize the data. Don't forget your promise to go see Okayu tomorrow." "...I know. I'm going to have Okayu listen to me." 　Outside the window. 　Shibuya's lights melted into the night. 　The Friday love advice streams would continue. 　But her own love hadn't even begun yet. 　The little star sticker on her chest. 　Today, it remained silver.

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