In a rain-soaked alley, a boy walked along the route he always took home.
A sexy girl with long blue hair followed behind him, coaxing him. "Hey, hey, come over to my place tonight. I've prepared your favorite treats."
The boy kept his hands in his pockets and his eyes straight ahead. "I'm not falling for your tricks again."
"This time, I promise I won't do anything strange," the girl said.
The boy spoke with a maturity beyond his years. "Once trust between people is broken, it's very hard to rebuild. So just give up!"
Stubborn, bold, and utterly direct, the girl said, "I won't! I want to marry you! I want to be the woman in your arms! I've even picked out names for our children!"
Tap!
The boy stopped, finally at the end of his patience. "Will you give it a rest? I'm only eight! I'm still a child myself!"
The girl was utterly unapologetic. "So what if you're eight? I can wait. Don't tell me you think I'm too old?"
"..." The boy had no idea how old the woman behind him actually was, but she looked like a girl in the prime of her youth.
"I'm a cyborg, you know. I won't grow old," the girl said with a smile. "If you want something fresh, I can have the old geezer who made me upgrade my hardware~"
"Sigh." The boy sighed, turned around, and delivered his final ultimatum. "Eida, if you don't leave, I'm telling my family."
He had short red hair, with a pair of small brown horns poking through it. His skin was fair, and three symmetrical whisker marks adorned each of his cool, aloof cheeks.
Eida ignored his threat entirely. Instead, she gazed at his face with an infatuated smile, savoring the sight.