#¶ V: Non-despair ;; ᴬᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᶫᵈ⋅ ᵀʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᶦˢᵗᵃᶰᵗ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ¶

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              K1-B0 UNIT: CODENAME: KIIBO ONLINE. WELCOME BACK KIIBO.

    His systems blared to life as his eyes slowly flickered, glass blue hues darted around the room to asses his surroundings. As was to be expected though, it was simply Iruma-sans lab. As it usually was when he went offline for a reason outside of simply recharging. Unfamiliarity though, he didn’t hear a proud cackle (Was that rude?) in response to his awakening. For a brief moment he was overcome with worry. It was very unlike her to be quiet. Just in general. She was very loud.

    A moment later, he heard…light breathing? It sounded like breathing. As his systems slowly finished rebooting a sudden weight was felt on his leg. Looking down he sighed with relief as he saw the inventors sleeping form. Based on the fact she’d fallen asleep when he was going through ‘upgrades’, Kiibo made the assumption that whatever upgrade she had installed had meant he needed to stay offline whilst the update occurred without her actually being awake, leading to her…sleeping on him. 

    “Iruma-san…that is a bad place to sleep. I am very cold and I am sure my leg is not comfortable” He muttered softly behind a smile. Shifting ever so slowly as to not wake her up, he looked around the room quickly, he had never actually considered where she slept since she seemed to be the type to just…not sleep. Though after a moment or two he found what he assumed was a bed.

    Nodding to himself, he hooked his arms under her sleeping form, picking her up (though not without hesitation, he didn’t want to drop her). She was lighter than he had anticipated but didn’t think much of it. Carrying over to the assumed bed before casting her down, tucking the bed sheet over her gently.

    “Ah…I cannot leave her like this with the door unlocked…but there is no mail box for me to put the key through if I leave…I…suppose I will just stay here then” Admittedly, it wasn’t an ideal situation considering how he was under the impression nobody knew where they were otherwise. That said, he’d rather make sure she was okay than…be anywhere near Ouma. So it could definitely be worse. 

    Looking at her sleeping form though, she seemed…peaceful. Kiibo may have been a bit on the naive side, but he was aware Iruma was most likely under a lot of stress, if not due to exception than anxiety. Seeing her so relaxed…it made him happy.

    “…Sleep well, Iruma-san, I will see you when you wake up”

[kexbo-aa]

I have a question: Do you like robot oil? Because I sure found a lot of 'em! Are they like aphrodisiacs?

“Whilst I prefer engine oil, robot oil is still an option for a ‘beverage’ “

“…and no. It does not function as an aphrodisiac, it is closer to an alcoholic beverage. I am unsure if there is such a thing as an aphrodisiac that I would be affected by”

[kexbo-aa]

❝ uhhhhhhhhhh ... in my defense, saihara-chan bet me a few yen that i couldn't drink all the shampoo. so the real winner here is ME because i have MONEY now. checkmate, kiibo-chan. ❞

    “….” He doesn’t even know what to say to that, technically it was true, by definition, yes, Ouma had technically ‘won’, on the OTHER hand however…

    “Yes Ouma-kun, congratulations on your victory, however, forgive me if I’m wrong but is it not true that humans are not meant to drink shampoo? I imagine almost all of that money, if not more, will be going to the imminent hospital bill for the negative effects of in taking as much shampoo as you did”

[kexbo-aa]

Are you ok?

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    It wasn’t cold on the roof, perhaps it would have been more accurate to say though, that Kiibo simply couldn’t tell if it was or not. He really shouldn’t have been up here, it was against school policy and he knew that. However, it wasn’t exactly like anybody would know for that exact reason. Well incidentally not.

    He turned in surprise as he found the face of his boyfriend (how bizarre that was to say). Kiibo sat against the wall, curled up with tearful eyes. It was to late now, Souda had already seen him. Not a word was spoken as Kiibos eyes averted themselves to the ground.

    “Souda-kun…do you think I will ever ‘fit in’ with everybody else?”

[kexbo-aa]

Are you ok?

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    A moment of silence, as Kiibo quietly tries to hide his tears. It was so bizarre to him, the concept of a crying robot. He didn’t have regular water in his system and he wasn’t an organic being like humans, so did he cry tears like them? 

    He forces a smile, trying his best to pretend it was all okay, that he wasn’t thinking of his father, that he didn’t miss him, that he didn’t crave that parental affection that only he could provide. That one day he might get it again.

    “T-thank you for your concern Yonaga-san, but I assure you I am..quite alright, I believe I am just…’bugging out’ as you would call it. I will talk to Iruma-san about it” a lie. His programming was flawless. He didn’t ‘bug out’ that was why he was the shsl robot. Now he just hoped he was a convincing liar.

[kexbo-aa]

Ouma placed his hand upon the other's, grasping him tightly as he looked him with an almost innocent look within his own eyes. Grabbing the other, he intended to interlock his fingers with Kiibo -- before reaching up to give him a soft kiss on the lips before pulling himself away. "Happy valentines day, Kiibo-kun!~"

    Innocence in those purple eyes alone were enough to send an electric shiver down his spine, that was rarely a good sign. Kiibo liked to think that he understood Ouma better than most, but even he could not deny that Ouma was anything but innocent.

    That, however, is what made it even more surprising when Ouma’s intentions turned out to be just that. Innocent. Embarrassing sure, but they were far from malicious or anything of the sort. Warmed metal fingers grasped at the smaller boy’s as he looked curiously down at him. Faint pinks painted themselves over his cheeks, but he didn’t shrink away.

    “H-happy valentines day Ouma-kun”

[kexbo-aa]

damn

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    “…”

    “It is nice to see you too Shinguji-san�� at this point he was used to it.

[kexbo-aa]

I want the K. ((🔪))

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2: Cheek kiss

    Going into school, Kiibo had never really expected to be very popular, outside of being a robot he was quite unextraordinary. Incidentally however, that made him quite extraordinary, garnering attention from his classmates as well as his senpai, some more than others. Sonia Nevermind happened to be one of those senpai who was very interested in Kiibo (not nearly as much as one of her classmates but that was beside the point), she however, was very polite with her questions. The way she carried herself was so regal it almost intimidated him. Then he found out that she was, in fact, royalty, and it all made so much sense.

    Right up until they ended up spending the day wandering around aimlessly admiring scenery and the like. Quite honestly, being able to spend some time just taking in his surroundings meant a lot to Kiibo, ever since he had got here he was overrun with questions about how he worked who he was and what he was capable of. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the attention or anything like that, quite honestly he didn’t even mind answering their questions (assuming they were within reason), it was flattering. He just did not like being treated as though he was somehow so different from his peers. Sonia might have been like that initially, but somehow…somehow he had managed to put up with it all day. Thinking about it, she didn’t ask very many questions, she was just…kind.

    As the sun went down, it occurred to Kiibo that he would have to leave for his room soon. A small part of him was a little sad, this was like something from one of those movies right? Wasn’t he meant to say something here?

    “…Thank you for this, Nevermind-senpai. If I am to be honest with you, since arriving at this school I have not had a chance to ‘unwind’ and enjoy what is around me, it has been…stressful. It is nice to finally be able to calm down for a moment…”

    He took a moment to think about his situation, was it not common courtesy to give something as thanks in these scenarios? He did not have anything to give…wait! no, he did! it was a bit embarrassing but it was not uncommon right?

    In a swift motion, he quickly planted a kiss on her cheek and looked away, a faint red hue developing on his cheeks (apparently, that too was something he was capable of). It was inexperienced and sloppy of course, how was he to know how to kiss somebodies cheek? It was however, a decent attempt.

    “If you do not mind…it would be nice to do something like this again at some point”

[kexbo-aa]

Can you swim?? I'll only say damn if you can pull a sweet backstroke

    “M-my apologies, but whilst I am waterproof I do not know how to swim, so I am unable to ‘pull a sweet backstroke’ as you put it”

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@checkeredscarfs

    How many years had it been since Kiibo felt this terrified for another? He couldn’t even remember if he had ever been this scared.

    Traffic. Ouma had run into traffic. On purpose.

    Kiibo was well aware of course, that sometimes these kinds of things occurred, with Ouma though…with Ouma it felt so out of left field. Kiibo genuinely thought he knew Ouma, genuinely though that Ouma wasn’t the type to do something like this.

    Apparently he had been wrong.

    If Kiibo could hyperventilate, if he could shut down emotionally he would have. But he couldn’t, and through this, Kiibo realized an inherent gift he had, one that he hated, one that made him feel disjointed from his friends.

    Why, was he managing to stay calm?

    Ouma was his best friend so why were people who didn’t even like him taking this worse than Kiibo? Kiibo knew he was hurting, knew that he was barely managing to keep a cool head. So why had everybody but him shed tears?

    He didn’t have time to think on that, as he made his way into Ouma’s hospital room he felt his metaphorical heart sink and shook his head. No, he knew why. Ouma had always been strong for him, always threw himself in the line of fire for Kiibo’s sake.

    It would not be fair if the one time Ouma needed the same, he was to busy crying to help.

    “…Do not worry Ouma-kun. I promise you with absolute certainty. You will be fine” He knew what Ouma was thinking, knew that Ouma feared death now more than ever. He took a firm, yet so gently grip on Ouma’s hand. Sitting down on a chair by his bedside table, he gently bent forward to kiss the smaller boy’s head gently.

    Yes…even if he could only be strong for another once, he would absolutely make sure it would be today.

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@courtcrown

    Kiibo and Hoshi weren’t friends. They weren’t enemies by any means but they almost never spoke. Kiibo however, whilst being incredibly naive, could not be called unobservant. In Hoshi’s case, he got the feeling that he was sad, depressed, or just empathetic. He wasn’t really sure, perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps it was all in his imagination, but he had learned a lot from those around him, Saihara and Akamatsu specifically. He had learnt that it felt good to help people. Kiibo didn’t know specifically what he could do to help the small man, but he at least wanted to try.

    And then a thought occurred to him, something that only Kiibo could do.

He found Hoshi that night, alone in his room as expected, and taking a metaphorical gulp, he spoke up.

    “Ah...Ryoma-san, if it is not to much trouble...I would like to show you something. It will not be far, just outside will be fine...though, you will need to get on my shoulders. If that is not a problem?”

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@righteousgirl

    Now, let it be known, Kiibo did not dislike Tenko. Actually, he quite liked her fiery passion (even if he thought it misplaced more often than not). Kiibo would be there for her if she asked just as he would anybody else in his class, he treasured her, as he did all the others.

    This though? this was pushing it.

    He couldn’t blame her really, as she kept trying to tear his Armour off due to sheer curiosity and “making sure he wasn’t concealing any weapons” that could do harm to the girls. This was simply Armour after all, to human’s, that was usually glorified extra padding.

    The problem here was that for Kiibo he’d be essentially his equivalent of naked without it on. 

    So now here he was, screaming his protests trying desperately to make her release him, hoping to kami-sama that nobody walked by.

    “CHABASHIRA-SAN WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP AND LISTEN TO ME A MOMENT?!”

[kexbo-aa]

❛ oh, you’re my friend? name three of my albums. ❜

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    “…!” He went to answer her question with an air of confidence, that was silly, why wouldn’t he know that?

    It then occurred to him that he did in fact, not know that.

    “M…my apologies Mioda-san…I do not know. I-I did not mean to be a bad friend” Well, now he was crying.

    “P-Please, give me all of them! I shall memorize every song to make it up to you!”

[kexbo-aa]

"Would you like to join me in my rope-binding ritual? I assure you this is not, in any way, a ploy with any ulterior motives, I merely want to observe how your A.I. would... React to being hogtied from a rope hanging from the ceiling."

    “…That is both an odd request and an odd way to phrase it…I can assure you Shinguji-san, my AI would react the same way most humans would. Screaming in terror”

[kexbo-aa]

Smooches the Kiibo!!

    “W-what is this for Souda-kun?” He muttered, slowly slipping his hand into Souda’s. It was slowly becoming more apparent to both Kiibo and, most likely, the people around him, that he did in fact have a type.

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seat........ taken..........

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    It had become common practice for Iruma to invite Kiibo into her room for tuneups like this, so it wasn’t overly surprising when she invited him in, no, what was surprising was the fact that she hadn’t actually told him what she was going to do. Usually she told him that much, shamelessly in fact. It was part of the reason he had so much faith in her. She’d never lie to him or deceive him with malicious intent, so even now having no clue and she intended to do, he sat himself down on the usual chair for tuneups waiting for her to shut him down so she could do whatever she planned to do.

    Instead, she sat herself on his lap, hands on his shoulders just smirking down at him. It took a few moments for Kiibo to fully register what was happening, but when he did…oh when he did.

    “M-Miu-chan? w-what are you doing?” His reaction was actually quite tame, especially considering who it was that was speaking. Perhaps, it was simply because it was her doing it? Regardless of reason, his arms slowly wrapped around her waist, gently pulling her in a little closer.

    “I-if this is what you wanted you could have simply asked…”