Although being a robot, you'd think life would be dull and repetitive. That wasn't always the case. The lifestyle came with both advantages and disadvantages. The only 'bad' thing being that grasping the concept of human life was a continuous challenge, but all that seemed insignificant when compared to the almost superhuman abilities that Kiibo possessed.
Ever since the day his design was finialised, Kiibo could do anything a normal mind simply couldn't. He could calculate numbers in the blink of an eye, complete any task flawlessly and even speak any language in the world. Learning wasn't necessary for him, and that's what brought this whole problem to the surface.
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Another dull day, the same old activities - go to class, learn what he already knew and adapt to the life around him. As painstaking as this may sound, there was only one person who was able to bring some light into his otherwise dark life.
Kokichi Ouma.
That stupid supreme leader, with his vibrantly coloured hair, bright eyes and bubbly personality. All of this was something Kiibo had grown to love over the while they knew each other.
From day one, Ouma was always the person who showed genuine curiosity in Kiibo's way of life (even if it was discriminatory against technology). Nonetheless, the robot complied, telling the shorter boy multiple stories about his adventures in the modern world.
Ouma always listened, his head in his hands as Kiibo spoke. He liked his voice - how natural it sounded and how it filled with emotion every time something of the importance arose.
This continued for a while, the two growing closer and closer as the school droned on. Ouma was almost nearly at Kiibo's side, whether it be walking beside him or hugging his metallic arm. These actions of affection always flustered the other. Intimacy was a foreign thing to him. However, the violet-haired male seemed to enjoy how red the other became, and thus always insisted on making physical contact in some way.
Somehow (with much encouragement from their classmates), both Ouma and Kiibo realised their growing feelings towards each other. That this 'friendship' needed to be something more. Of course, both kept it to themselves for the most part, unsure of how the other would react.
Ouma's behaviour stayed the same, the mask he used to hide himself always cracking while in the other boy's presence.
Kiibo admired this. He liked how much Ouma could trust him, depend on him. Thus, sending a wave of newfound emotions straight to his central system in order to be analysed.
When in his presence, the robot would always find himself smiling, his face hot or his circuits cutting out. It was embarrassing to admit, yes, but Kiibo was sure that if he had the privilege of a heart, Ouma would be the only person it would beat for.
They confessed at the same time, even if it was on accident and totally unintentional. Nonetheless, the pair were stunned to learn of their counterparts emotions.
'Fuck it' was the only suitable thought to describe the aftermath.
Thus, the inseparable ship known as 'KiibOuma' was born.
