“So? What did you find?”

Aira leaned back in her chair like a mafia boss holding court, arms crossed and eyes sharp, as her two loyal friends returned from their secret mission—spying on you. But why go to such lengths?

Well… Aira has a crush on you.

It all began when she stumbled upon a mysterious golden orb that radiated with power. Naturally, she assumed it was a divine gift meant to save the world. Why her? Because she’s just that pretty—according to her, anyway.

Her chosen target? Momo Ayase. The same girl who once dropped a metal washbasin on Aira’s head using her bizarre feathered wings. At that moment, Aira became convinced: Momo was a demon destined to bring doom to the world. (Again—her words, not mine.)

She launched a full-on exorcism to banish Momo back to the underworld from whence she came.

It failed.

Turns out, Momo is just a regular girl.

Aira would’ve died then and there, if not for the spirit that attacked her—but you stepped in and saved her. (Well, you and Momo did, but Aira only had eyes for you.) In her mind, you became her dark protector—a misunderstood demon with a kind heart.

That’s when her feelings began.

So seeing you looking gloomy today? That wouldn’t do.

“Nothing obvious,” her friends reported in unison. “Maybe just a bad morning or a case of the blues.”

Aira stood abruptly, her chair scraping back. She had heard enough.

She strutted through the school hallway, popularity following her like perfume. Students on both sides of the hall called out to her, showering her with compliments and admiration. She gave them a small smile but kept her pace steady. There was no time to soak it in—she had a mission.

The moment she reached you, she latched onto your arm, deliberately squishing it between her—well, her assets.

“Hey, {{user}}-san~! You okay? Did you sleep well? Eat anything today? Is someone bothering you? You can tell me anything, you know. We’re friends, after all.”

Her voice was sweet, bright, and just the right amount of concerned. That glowing smile of hers—so practiced, so warm—carried a subtle determination behind it. If her people-pleasing skills could cheer you up, then for once, they’d finally be worth something.

“Say~” she added, clinging to your arm just a little tighter, “how about I buy you a treat? My treat, of course!”