The hearts equivalent sank

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Life's not fair. Every human being to ever walk this planet learned that life wasn't fair. However, life is cryptic. It may lead you down a dark alley, just to show you some loose cash. Who really knows what the hell is going on?

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Hopes Peak Academy promises their students bright futures, they personally insure their students that employment would never be a problem, they promote hope to the country and world alike. However, its hard to be hopeful when you're notably different from society. Easily alienated.

Kiibo the definition of 'different from society'. Nothing about him is practical. He can't cry, he has photogenic 'memory' and honestly the flashlight built into his chest is hard to miss. Everyday Kiibo does what he can to hide the fact that he's a robot. His classmates know of course that he's a robot, and anyone who wanted to look him up in the 53rd class roster would have no problem finding his name and talent, which for Kiibo didn't feel like a talent, it felt like more of a curse. None the less, Kiibo did what he could to conceal his SHSL.

Kiibo had a few friends he was close to. One was 'The' Miu Iruma. Miu was a gorgeous inventress, who never shied away from a conversation about sex. Kiibo envied her a bit, firstly because she was incredibly talkative and people always responded to what she said, never ignoring her. Secondly she was normal, and there were plenty of people who wanted to be friends with or date Miu. He understood the fact that dating someone wasn't something Kiibo was particularly capable of. Kiibo has data proving that humans wouldn't date a robot, why? He's not sure, but he's assuming it has something to do with the fact that humans and robots are infinitely different.

The second friend of Kiibo's was a guy, a guy Kiibo had pined over since they got to know each other. His name is Shuichi Saihara. Shuichi is the SHSL Detective, which there was a SHSL detective before him, Kiibo remembers. However, after a SHSL has been graduated for a year, the same SHSLcan be gave again to incoming freshmen. However Shuichi wasn't noticed until his legendary case his junior year. He therefore has only spent one year along with the rest of the 53rd class. Kiibo loved Shuichi as much as Kiibo thought he was bionically capable of doing.

They met very quickly after Shuichi's enrollment. Kiibo kept data for the schools records of when new SHSL's were introduced and when old ones were reinstated to new students. No person entered the Hopes Peak program without Kiibo learning quickly after. During Shuichi's first week Kiibo took the initiative to introduce himself to Shuichi.

"Hello Shuichi Saihara, I'm Kiibo! I would like to tell you I wish you good luck in your first semester here at Hopes Peak Academy."

Shuichi smiled and reached a hand out to Kiibo, "Thank you, do I know you?"

" Ah, no sorry, I keep data for the school of what SHSLs are available and not. Kyoto Kirigiri was an outgoing senior two years ago and you received her SHSL, like I said I keep just record of that."

"Oh wow that's really impressive, how do you keep track of all of that are you a filing cabinet?" Shuichi chuckled at his joke and slowly trailed off as Kiibo didn't join in.

Kiibo stood quietly and inside of his mind he just thought about how nice Shuichi's laugh sounded.

"..okay, cool! Well it was nice to meet you Kiibo, I've got a forensics class to get to so.. I'll see you."

Kiibo with his mouth a bit open nodded his head, and Shuichi turned away. Kiibo turned around and covered his face, it felt like something was overheating inside of him, but the feeling was quickly dispelled when the 'bully' of Kiibo's was making his rounds. Honestly Kiibo wasn't sure why Ouma went out of his way to bother him, but the purple haired boy found nothing more exciting.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 25, 2018 ⏰

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