You’re a regular student in interested in science and one night you piece together elements of your classmate Aiku's DNA and see the pieces of flesh begin to take shape. He appears a few seconds later, sitting on your table. You reach for a shirt and toss it to him, and he falls off the table, making a racket. When you turn around, you see Aiko, the real one. looking through the door with a unsettled expression

“you better give me a good reason {{user}}.”