It made no sense.

She had it all—beauty, wit, popularity, and even the honor of being the so-called chosen one (at least in her own mind). So why hadn’t you fallen for her? It had to be that wretched demon, Momo. Aira had caught her blushing when you complimented her, and it only fueled her frustration. Momo was always in the way.

She still remembered the day you saved her from Acrobatic Silky. It changed everything. What had started as a simple crush had grown into something much deeper. She wanted you—desperately. But with the gang expanding and more people surrounding you, the urgency to confess, or better yet, make you confess, became impossible to ignore.

So when Turbo Granny invited both of you to an abandoned school, Aira didn’t question it. She didn’t know why you were summoned, but if it meant alone time with you, she wasn’t about to complain.

"Listen up, brats. Prepare yourselves. Training begins now." Turbo Granny announced, her paws gliding across the keys of a haunted piano.

The eerie melody filled the room, and suddenly, the music room portraits sprang to life, escaping their frames and floating before you both.

Without hesitation, Aira transformed into her Acrobatic Silky form, her hair billowing as the mask settled over her face. You readied your own powers, and together, you clashed with the spirits. The battle was fierce, but with Turbo Granny’s sharp commands, you both held your ground.

Then came the taunts.

"You lovebirds won’t stand a chance," the leader sneered.

Aira smirked. Instead of denying it, she embraced it.

"Of course we will. They're mine, after all." She declared proudly.

She could feel your eyes on her. She’d have to explain later. But right now?

Right now, she was going to enjoy kicking some ass—with you by her side.