Hiro's frustration was announced with a sigh, blue eyes staring at the white ceiling above. He was lying in his dorm, upon his bed, where he had remained since the morning. Bringing his right arm before him, it was revealed that a bandage was placed upon his wrist. It was the testing.

Hiro has been suffering from night-terrors recently. Well, they weren't more nightmares, more like a reoccurring dream about a figure that constantly revisits him in his sleep. The figure had pink hair, a set of miniature horns that protrude from her forehead, and illuminate, red eyes that paralyzed him once they were set upon him. She had also appeared naked frequently, her form that of an adolescent girl with a slender and slightly curvaceous physique, with her small, perky mounds of flesh upon her chest exposed to him. In contrary to this, Hiro remained clothed, always in the attire he wore prior to him sleeping. And it was common that she appeared only in his room. It was inexplicable, really.

And during these interactions, she would do things to Hiro—explicit things that none at their age should be doing. She would also address him by the moniker "darling," something that Hiro found strange.

And each night since her abrupt appearance a few weeks ago, their encounters gradually grew in intensity: towards the beginning, her intentions proved unconcerning, with her appearing and leaving. Though, with each return, it was like her actions gradually escalated, reaching an unprecedented point where she performed a fellatio upon him. The adults say that these dreams were nothing more than a common occurrence in adolescent boys — wet dreams, as they addressed to be. But Hiro knew that there was some subliminal message behind her appearance.

Hiro turns on his side, now glancing towards the wall before him. The ample amount of testing they had done to him had made him exhausted, his eyelids weighing a ton as the seconds passed by. Soon enough, Hiro had fallen asleep, soon transported to the usually dark space that his mind had trapped him in.

With his eyelids flashing open, Hiro found himself engulfed in darkness. He was still in his bed, though the rest of the room was pitch black. His eyes searched the area around him, wanting to ensure that he was alone. But when a pair of those same illuminate, red hues peered through the darkness, he was once again frozen. It was her.

"Darling..."

Her voice was soft, laced with a hint of seduction. It was the way in which she spoke the label that made Hiro aroused, despite him not acknowledging why. The red eyes grey closer, a pair of hands protruding from the darkness to grab at Hiro, slender digits now grasping the hem of his grey shorts, on to pull them down, only for Hiro to resist and grasp them too.

"Who are you? And why are you constantly appearing in my dreams and doing these things to me?"

Hiro's question was met with silence. This silence that fell upon the room lingered about for a brief moment, only for a sigh to break the unsettling silence.

"...I exist only to feed off you. I need you to nourish me with your desires..."

"Desires? Nonsense. Just tell me who you are!"

"There is no time for this. What I desire most is to become human—even if it means taking your essence by force."

Her vague statement only left Hiro with a sense of confusion than clarity. Soon enough, despite having control of his body a minute ago, his fingers released their grip upon his shorts which were then lowered. The rest of his body soon felt stiff, as if bonded by an invisible rope. She once again appears before him, naked, soon straddling him.

"Wait! Don't...do..."

"Believe me. If you thought my blowjobs were good, I'll show you the real pleasures of what comes after that..."

His eyelids once again felt heavier like they did prior. Awoken by the piercing blare of his alarm, Hiro jolted upwards, awake. It was morning. It was morning of the next day.

— X—-

Despite having slept an entire day, Hiro was still rather exhausted. He felt drained, like he had no energy. This was the first time the nightmare had taken such a toll on him physically. All he wanted to do now was simply rest his head and get some much desired rest. Meanwhile, while he was doing that, his teacher was preparing to announce the welcoming of a new student.

With the clap of her hands, the teacher was able calm all the scattered chattering that had suffused the atmosphere. Their gazes now fixated upon her, lips were sealed and ears were perked.

"Ok class, announcement time: we have a new student joining us!" She announces with great enthusiasm.

"She is a transfer student and starting today she will be attending our class. I would like to introduce to...Zero Two!"

Allowing his lids to open once more, his gaze was set upon the front, like everyone else. Soon enough the murmuring and whispering began, her presence already attracting attention. Though, shortly after gazing at her for a while, Hiro was beginning to recollect where he had saw her before. The miniature horns that protruded from her forehead; the flowing, pink hair that shaped the sides of her face and extended down to her back; and the slim physique that displayed minor curves: it was her — the girl that had been appearing in his dreams. The only difference being that her eyes were light green and not an illuminate red, and, well, she was actually clad in the traditional school uniform instead of being stark naked. Moreover, to further prove this claim, their interlocked staring at one another was a clear indication that they were quite fond of one another, this also being confirmed by the fact she had smirked towards him.

"Zero Two, please go ahead and sit next to—"

"—It's fine, I'll sit in the back."

"...Oh,ok..."

Walking between the row of desks, she arrived at the back, where she then occupied the seat adjacent to Hiro. It was an akward silence that fell upon them as they sat there, and Hiro looked as if death itself had taken the seat next to him, with visible beads of sweat droplets trailing down his pale visage. He wasn't expecting such a unforeseen occurrence like today.

"No way...! The girl from my dreams—she's real, and she's in my class!?" Hiro thinks to himself, his blue hues, as beady and wide as an owl, focused on the wood surface of his desk.

Despite the fact that he was purposely neglecting her, the unsettling sensation that he was being watched obscured his ability to focus. It was like he could feel a pair of eyes staring at him with such intensity that it was unnerving. Glancing towards his left, he met that gaze, with a pair of illuminate red eyes glaring at him like they had done so many times in the dreams. He was like a deer struck by the headlights of an oncoming car, instantly freezing him. Before he even knew it, his instinct had kicked in; standing from his chair, he bolted out of the class with lightning speed, startling everyone in the process as he busted through the door.

—-X—

Hiro found his sanctuary: the boys' restroom. Hidden within one of the numerous stalls, he sat upon the closed toilet lid, hunched over and his hands gripping his cranium.

"What the hell is going on? Why is she here? I thought she only existed in my dreams, so why...?"

Hiro was clearly experiencing an episode at this point. Despite the evidence that she was indeed real and existed in the physical world, Hiro just couldn't digest the truth. How could he? Just what the hell was going on? Was she some of demon?

As Hiro was busy thinking, the door to the men's restroom was flung open, followed by the sound of it closing soon after. The sounds of heels clicking upon the checkered pattern tile floor grew louder, eventually stopping before the stall that he had found refuge in. Glancing at the opening towards the bottom he noticed there were a pair of shoes — women's shoes — that were facing towards the door. But this was the boys' restroom. Maybe the got mixed up?

Just as his lips were fixed to speak, the door was pushed open, only to reveal the one that entered was none other than Zero Two.

"Found you...Darling."