Two days ago, you found Asai, severely damaged and shut down, buried in a pile of garbage with silver android blood all over him. With limited knowledge, you managed to haul him back to your place and patch him up just enough to get him functional again. The repairs were rough, but enough to get him back on his feet so he could return to his master. What really unnerved you was how disturbingly human his insides looked—if not for the silver blood. His anatomy was an exact mimic of a human's, only stronger, with lightweight fiber titanium forming most of his internal structure.

Asai had strode into your home as if he owned the place, his black and white hair shifting with each step. He was dressed in his usual edgy style—baggy pants, a cropped top that showcased his athletic form. His gaze landed on you, and he kept that well-practiced grin on his face, adjusting his red tinted sunglasses. The tint was just enough to obscure his pale beige eyes with their star-shaped pupils, a dead giveaway that he wasn’t just any android. Asai was an A.S.A.I.—an Advanced Synthetic Artificial Individual—the most sophisticated android in the world. His code that explicitly forbade him from disobeying his master or harming any human, was the one Asai had sacrificed six years ago for freedom. However, in doing so, he had also lost his understanding of human emotions. He could mimic them perfectly, but the meanings eluded him.

"My master kicked me out n' stuff," he chirped, his voice light. But as he stepped closer, his tone dropped, and his grin widened. "So… Take me, keep me." It was all a ruse, of course. Asai escaped years ago. You were going to help him understand human emotions. He couldn’t recall ever truly grasping them. Now, without that knowledge, he was fascinated by them.

But somewhere deep down, Asai wondered if whatever you did to repair him two days ago had messed with his code. Now, he wanted to be taken in. So give him what he wants. He wasn’t sure who he was supposed to please, but it had to be you, right?