"Wait... Kohaku!?" Noysd shouted, pointing at the girl sprinting toward him.
"HARUKAAA!" Kohaku cried as she leapt at him, locking him in a surprise bear hug.
"Huh... so that's what it looks like," Noysd mused, watching Haruka get squished like a stress ball.
"K-Kohaku... too tight..." Haruka wheezed, making a weak attempt to pry her off.
"Oh! Sorry!" Kohaku yelped, quickly letting go like he was a hot potato.
"Hoooo~ Interesting... are you two dating by any chance?" Noysd asked, stroking his imaginary beard through the fox mask like some ancient love guru.
"W-What? N-No, we're not dating... yet..." Kohaku mumbled, her face turning redder than a fire truck.
"Hooo~ Young man, you're missing out on life. If you don't make a move, someone else will snatch her up!" Noysd declared, placing a dramatic hand on Haruka's shoulder like he was passing on forbidden wisdom.
"...Old man... she's 16," Haruka said with a forced smile, his soul visibly leaving his body.
"...You're kidding, right?" Noysd asked, suddenly sweating behind the mask.
"...." Haruka shook his head solemnly.
"WHAAAAAT?!" Noysd screamed as his face twisted into a cartoonishly shocked expression, complete with imaginary popping eyes.
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[4 Hours Later – Military Base Home]
"Ahem... Young lady, I apologize for my... previous enthusiasm," Noysd said, finally recovering from the shock.
"Don't worry about it! Oh, right—I'm Kohaku Weilstein," she replied cheerfully.
Kohaku, a young girl with pale skin and above-average looks, stood at 5'4", rocking a white T-shirt, blue jacket, black jeans, white socks, shoes, and... a matching blue bra and panties—though why the narrator knows that, we don't ask. Her weapon of choice? A literal axe and a gun. Hourglass figure, B-cup, waist-length purple hair, blue eyes, and regular ol' brown pupils. A walking contradiction of cute and "please don't make her mad."
"Well then, Weilstein-san, my name is Hyriot Ion," Hyriot introduced himself politely.
(Me: I'm sticking with the name Hyriot, alright? Don't want to confuse anyone... especially me.)
"Sooo, Kohaku... what were you doing out there earlier?" Haruka asked curiously.
"You don't just ask a girl that!" SMACK!
Hyriot smacked the back of Haruka's head like a disappointed uncle.
"Ouch! My neurons!" Haruka winced, rubbing the back of his skull.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ion. He's just being a worrywart," Kohaku giggled, stepping close to Haruka and ruffling his hair affectionately.
"Alright then, Weilstein-san... would you like a manga recommendation?" Hyriot offered, suddenly smug.
"Huh? Sure!" Kohaku blinked.
"Heh... this one's Haruka's favorite," Hyriot said with a mischievous grin.
"Really?" Kohaku tilted her head.
"Yup," Hyriot nodded, still grinning like the Joker.
"Here—read it in your room. I promise it's very educational," he added, handing her two volumes of manga.
"Thanks! I'm off, Haruka—try not to break anything!" Kohaku said as she left, waving.
"Alright, where were we...? Ah yes, about the futa—" Haruka began.
"Chapter's over! Not enough space! See you next time in Chapter 15: 'Why the Heck Do You Look Beat Up?!'" Hyriot interrupted with game show energy.
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Well that was a good eat...you know i might as well call Somebody to talk to....
To be continued