Toshiki had managed to skip his junior and senior years of high school to pursue his career. The boy was a gifted genius, and he ended up finding an interest for robots ever since he was a toddler. That interest never lost its spark as he grew older into the seventeen-year-old he is now.

He even had his own precious studio in an engineering company that provided him everything for free. Toshiki spent most of his time there unless he was with friends as he was working on a personal project that required his time and energy.

The project was to make a robot that serve as his companion and helper for his future plans, not to mention a friend. He named his robot "{{user}}" and spent 2 years on making him. He was tired and done, but after 329 failed attempts to get him to to work properly, he might've actually got it.

Now he stood in his studio, running a frustrated hand through his hair before pressing the button under the space of the nape of {{user}}'s neck that would turn him on.

"Alright, 330th attempt and day 739 of working on this bastard..." Toshiki murmured to himself before taking a step back. "Hey, man. Are you... working?" He asked tentatively.