Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 88 - The Last Date

Chapter 88 - The Last Date

Since this was my last date with Myrrh, I wanted to make sure I looked my best—like someone straight out of a boy band poster. I chose a crisp white long-sleeve collared shirt, patterned with subtle triangular designs that caught the light just right. My fitted brown pants hugged my legs just enough to look stylish without being too formal, and my polished topsider shoes added a touch of effortless charm. For once, I even bothered to comb my hair properly, ensuring I looked clean and put together.

As someone who had never been on a "real" date with a woman before, this was the best I could manage.

I stood in front of the campus gate, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, waiting. This time, loitering around the girls' dormitory felt a little too creepy—even for me. The dorms were eerily quiet, with only a handful of students staying behind for the vacation. If security caught sight of me lingering near the entrance on the cameras, I'd probably look like some kind of suspicious prowler.

"Zaft."

Myrrh's voice rang out behind me, smooth yet unmistakably firm.

I turned, and whatever thoughts I had instantly scattered like dandelion fluff in the wind.

She stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights, dressed in something both peculiar and breathtaking. A short, frilly dress split into stark halves—one black, one white—hugged her form, adorned with glinting silver ornaments that shimmered like tiny stars. A sleek black band wrapped snugly around her right thigh, and knee-high gothic boots gave her an almost regal air. She wore elegant black gloves, the fabric smooth and pristine against her skin.

For a brief, unguarded moment, I was completely stunned. My breath hitched, and warmth crept up my neck as I felt my face grow hot.

But I caught myself.

This was Myrrh Alicent—my enemy-turned-friend. Of course, she was always this beautiful. Always striking. Always perfect. A flawless ten out of ten.

But something about today felt different — like she'd transcended perfection. Tonight, Myrrh wasn't just a ten out of ten. She was an eleven.

"Oh, nice shirt you have there. I like it." Myrrh smiled, her voice light and teasing.

I blinked. I never expected her to start this date with a compliment. "R-really?" I stammered, caught off guard.

"Now you look like an actual person and not some hobo." She scoffed, crossing her arms with a playful smirk.

I forced a smile. Yep, this was Myrrh, alright. A compliment wrapped in sarcasm — classic. I knew I had to fire back.

"You look pretty as well. Eleven out of ten." I smirked, watching her brow quirk slightly. "But your personality? That's plummeted into the negatives. -1 out of 10."

Myrrh scoffed again, but this time it had a refined air to it, like a spoiled princess dismissing a lowly peasant. It was... surprisingly cute. I chuckled, scratching the back of my head. Our banter had become second nature — a rhythm we'd fallen into over time. The insults we threw at each other barely had any sting anymore. They were more like inside jokes, playful jabs that only brought us closer.

"Anyway," Myrrh said, her tone shifting slightly as she reached into her cute black bag, "I've got a surprise for you."

She pulled out two tickets, each one glimmering with a starry night sky design. With a little flourish, she held them out to me. "Here!"

"Midnight Space Cruise Ship?" I tilted my head, eyebrows knitting together.

Myrrh beamed, her eyes practically sparkling. "The Midnight Space Cruise Ship is the most luxurious and grand tourist attraction in the entire Xyraxis Metropolis. And tonight, it's the best place to watch the Xyraxis New Year's fireworks." Her voice carried a rare enthusiasm, almost childlike in its excitement.