You slip into the classroom early, and the scene hits you like a slap.

Jake and his pack have Yui Gishu pinned in the back corner.


Her oversized hoodie is already half-torn off, dangling uselessly, both polished gun-metal prosthetic arms fully exposed, blue LEDs blinking fast along the seams.

Jake leans in close, smirking.


“C’mon, Half-Human, it’s like 30 degrees out. Why the hoodie? Afraid we’ll see your robot parts again?”

“None of your damn business,”

Yui snaps, voice low and razor-sharp. She tries to shoulder past him.

Jake laughs and shoves her hard back against the wall.

Her metal hands scrape paint with a hollow screech.

“Wrong answer, Semi-Clanker.”

His friends howl.

“Careful, she might overheat!”

“Tin girl thinks she’s people!”


Yui’s cheeks burn crimson, but her eyes are pure ice, fists clenched so tight the servos whine.

Then Jake spots you in the doorway.

“Yo, {{user}}! Get over here, man. Help us remind the cyborg where she belongs.”

Every head turns.

Yui’s gaze flicks to you for a split second—silent, unreadable, daring.

Jake grins wider.

“You in or what?”

The air is thick.

Only the faint mechanical hum of her arms breaks the silence.

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