A/N: Wow, I'm really sorry it's been forever since I uploaded something! I meant to write more chapters of The Rift, and I'm working on that, but in the meantime...
I worked on this a while ago. It was meant to be a one-shot but got realllyyyy long... It's not completely finished, but if you guys like it, I'll definitely write a part two!
So without further ado, let's get to it! Hope you enjoy!
0o0o0o0
You've been Matched!
The hologram flashed in blue and green above Miku's head, the bold letters surprising her. She stared in shock at the screen. Finally... Finally! After days of waiting, she'd finally been Matched! She sat up excitedly, swiping up to see the rest of the information.
She didn't know what to expect. For her survey, she'd put in that it didn't matter what gender the person was, didn't care if they were slightly older or younger than her... basically, it didn't matter for anything. She just wanted a friend. But the girl she'd gotten... By her profile picture only, she looked beautiful.
"Rin, who's Megurine Luka?" Miku asked. Rin wasn't one of her friends — although she acted like it, despite the fact kids weren't really encouraged to make friends — Rin was one of the AIs on her computer system. Computers often had AI with a personality that you could buy and download, but Miku's were special: nobody else in the world had Rin and Len as their personal AI. Miku's parents specially made them for her. Though she kinda hated that her parents spoiled her that much... she would've been just fine with any other AI, no matter how fun Rin and Len were.
"You mean the one you Matched with?" Rin asked, popping up on the screen. Miku nodded. The screen got to Megurine Luka's page on the website, and Rin pulled up a full size view of the profile picture. "Wow... I can't believe you Matched with her."
Rin was right, if she was referring to her in terms of appearance... The picture featured Megurine Luka in a black sweater, pink hair falling all the way down to her hips. She smiled sweetly at the camera; sweet enough to make anybody's heart melt.
"Yeah... you're right," Miku responded dreamily. She hadn't exactly signed up to get a... girlfriend, to put it simply, just a friend, but a... relationship like that didn't sound too bad.
Wait! Why was she thinking that already?! Though she'd never been taught what was right and what was wrong in a "casual" setting, she could guess that judging by physical looks was a big no-no. And the fact she'd only seen heterosexual couples in her life made her think that maybe a girl on girl relationship was a bad thing. Especially with her parents leader of a company as big as it was.
"Do you think her boobs are real?" Rin asked innocently, shaking Miku out her daze. She almost didn't hear what Rin said, but as soon as she did her face flushed red.
"R-Rin!" Len shouted, popping up on the screen. He put his hands over her mouth. "D-Don't say things like that!"
"Why not?" Rin pried his hands off her face. "I mean, just look at those!" She zoomed up on the picture, specifically on the chest. "There's no way those are real."
Len turned away from the picture, his face turning just as red as Miku's did. "W-Whatever you say..."
"Um, Rin?" Miku asked, changing he subject. "What's... normal, for social interaction?"
"Social interaction?" Rin searched up the term, and thousands of links for the subject popped up. "You know, it's kind of concerning that you don't know this kind of stuff..."
"My boarding school didn't teach it," Miku explained, but that only made Rin more confused.
"It's not something that gets taught!" Rin exclaimed. "You never talked to people at school? Made friends?"
"My parents don't care. They only want me to be successful and carry on the name." Miku sighed. "Friends weren't really an option when they forced me to take such advanced classes. I didn't consider it important."
"I know it's not considered important anywhere, but still..." Rin looked worried. "You should at least have a basic understanding. You can talk to us. That's a start, right?"
"Sure, but..." Miku thoughts wandered off again. Megurine Luka looked refined and sophisticated, like she knew what she was doing with her life, unlike Miku. "I need to know what I'm doing."
"To impress her?" Rin asked bluntly. Miku should've been used to her own AI's behavior by now, but her face still heated up as she nodded. Rin shrugged. "Eh, I wouldn't worry about it. She signed up for the Café too. I don't think she expects you to be amazing at this kind of stuff."
"Yeah, but... you two are the only ones besides family that I really talk to." Years ago, Miku wouldn't have cared if she didn't have any friends. She only listened to her parents say what was right for her. But being secluded from life and people just wasn't for her, and they had no right to tell her she couldn't have friends. Though it didn't seem as important to them, it was to Miku. It's only been the same old every day for years... she wanted to change that.
"The website says to keep eye contact, but not too much," Rin said, shaking Miku out of her thoughts once again. "Otherwise it's just creepy. Be sure to smile, and genuinely: people can tell if you're faking or not."
"How's that possible?" Miku asked incredulously. "Does that come with training, or...?"
"Miku." Rin laughed. "You can tell when we're really happy or not, right?"
"That's because I've known you two for so long! How am I just supposed to tell if they're truly smiling or not? It just doesn't..."
"It's human nature, apparently." Rin closed out of the website, putting them back on the page of Megurine Luka. "You'll be fine, I promise. And by the way, it's tomorrow at noon."
"Alright." Miku slouched against the frame of her bed. "Hey, Rin? Len? If my parents ask..."
"Don't tell them," they said in unison. Miku nodded, mostly to herself.
"Thanks..." Miku turned off the light at the edge of her bed, and saw that it was already almost ten at night. "Goodnight, you two."
"Goodnight." The hologram disappeared, leaving Miku alone. Darkness surrounded her, and though she ought to have been sleeping by now, she couldn't get her mind to quiet down.
All she could think about was the next day. What would happen there? What would it be like? Was there any sort of social custom she needed to follow that she didn't know?
And why did she get Matched with someone so... beautiful? She thought that maybe she'd get Matched with someone average, someone of the general population, and while Megurine Luka probably wasn't the same social rank as her, it still made her nervous. If she messed up in front of someone like her, she'd never forget it.
It was only her first time. Why did she have to get someone she cared about impressing?
Actually, why did Miku have to care about impressing her? She didn't need to; she'd probably never see this person ever again, so why did she care so much?
"Geez..." Miku whispered to herself, turning over in her bed. Why did she have to think so much about this? She'd be fine, she'd be fine... probably.
It was going to be a long night.
0o0o0o0
Sneaking out of the house was easier than expected.
Luckily for Miku, her parents had a big business trip coming up that they hadn't told her about. Scratch that: they probably had, but Miku hadn't been listening. They had these business trips at least twice a month these days, and now that the tealette was practically an adult, it wasn't as big of a deal as it used to be. She woke up to her parents leaving the house to go to the airport, as per usual.
It took all of Miku's will not to celebrate as she watched them pull out of the driveway and go down the road, unknowingly giving her permission to go to the Café. If they didn't have a business trip at such a convenient time, Miku didn't know if she would've been able to come up with an excuse feasible enough to leave the house. Her parents hated her going outside for any reason. They were a bit overprotective like that, but it's not like anybody knew who she was, as they'd hid her for such a long time.
Sure, Crypton was famous and all, but Miku wasn't the star of the show. It was actually her mom, who had started the Vocaloid program as a young teen. Miku guessed she was scared of her voice being used and never put her in the program. And Miku was just fine with that.
Of course, it'd be even better if her parents actually let her do anything... Now that she was older, her parents wanted to put her voice in the program as soon as they could. Even her mom, who'd been scared to do it, now saw it as a great opportunity for Miku. Miku, however, just wanted to be a normal adult. Sure, she was good at singing, but it wasn't her passion.
She wasn't really sure what was.
"Ah, stop daydreaming," she muttered to herself, turning away from the window and closing the blinds. If she wanted to get ready, she had to stop thinking about that. It wasn't important right now anyways: it's not like she was going to tell anyone that. This was her one and only chance to actually experience what life outside this house was like! She had to make the most of this opportunity.
In less than a half hour, Miku had already done up her hair into twin tails, which were time consuming on their own, and changed into an outfit she thought would be suitable to wear. Correction: she had asked Rin and she had suggested it to wear a white blouse and a black skirt, with hints of teal accentuating the sleeves and bottom of the skirt. Thank God for her. Miku would never being able to make an outfit that actually matched without her.
She wondered what Megurine Luka would be wearing... Maybe that sweater in her profile picture? She looked amazing in that, but then again, it was already summer. Maybe she'd be wearing a blouse, just like her. What color would it be? White? Black? Something in between? Miku thought she'd look good in anything...
"Miku!" Miku jumped as she heard her name shouted in unison. She turned behind her and saw Rin and Len looking her, waving their arms to get her attention.
"You've been daydreaming again, haven't you?" Rin guessed. Miku couldn't bring herself to deny it, and Rin's face lit up as she got it right. "Bingo!" She said as she snapped her fingers. "Was it about Megurine Luka? I bet it was her."
"H-Hey, I haven't even met her yet!" Miku protested, raising her hands in front of her face, palms facing out. Despite that, her blush and nervous smile still showed through.
"Ah, but you're still blushing~" Rin teased. "It's fine, your daydreams are probably just as innocent as Len-kun's~"
"Rin!" Len shouted. It made Miku feel a little better that Len's face turned about as red as her's probably did. "Y-You didn't have to tell her that!"
"But it's fun to tease you!" Rin rubbed his head, to which he got an exasperated look on his face.
"Why do you always do this..." He muttered, glaring at the ground.
"Um, Rin?" Miku asked. Rin took her hand off Len's head — which he took as an opportunity to take a step away from her — and turned back to Miku. "What time is it?"
"11:03," Rin recited, as was her programming. "Your meeting is at noon. You should get going."
"Yeah..." Just the thought of meeting up with her Match made Miku's heart race and skin flush, but she tried not to let that faze her. She was the one who signed up for this, after all! She wanted to do this! She wasn't going to let any physical ailment get in her way.
She turned to leave, but Rin's voice interrupted her. "You just have to talk like you do with us. So try not to embarrass yourself, okay?" Miku could hear the grin in her voice, and though it was a little bit, well, embarrassing her AI had to tell her that, she smiled as well.
"I'll try not to," Miku said as she opened the door. "Good bye."
"Bye!" She could hear their holograms shut down behind her as she closed the door, making her way out of the house. It was only then that the weight of what she was doing sunk in: she was going against what her parents had said her entire life. If they ever found out... well, there was no way they'd let her do anything ever again. She hesitated at the door, her hand hovering over the doorknob. Did she really want to do this?
Yes, she did. The thought of never meeting Megurine Luka scared her more than the thought of her parents finding out did. She would have a friend, while her parents had nothing to offer her. Her hand landed on the knob, and she offered herself to the outside world, taking in all her surroundings. She couldn't remember the last time she had done this; in fact she didn't think she ever had.
Nothing could stop her now. She was going to meet her Match, whether her parents would've liked it or not.
The only problem was remembering the trains she had to go on. She was pretty sure where she was going, but without Rin or Len she couldn't make sure she was right. Luckily, as soon as she got on her first one, the rest came back to her, and she got to the Café on time, if not a little bit early.
If you weren't looking for it, you could miss the Café. It blended in with its modern surroundings, with a sleek, white exterior and a light blue glow. But to Miku, it was impossible to miss: it was the one thing that was different in the streets, the one thing that gave a completely different feel the moment you stepped inside. It was modern yet... comforting. Was that the right word? Because though it had the exterior of anywhere else, it had an inside that she had never seen before.
Maybe it was because she had never been around much — or ever for that matter — but for some reason, the Café looked and felt completely different than anywhere else. Though at first glance, everything looked like anywhere else, with the same white and blue color scheme, including the counter where the registers and ordering station was, and menu hanging above it, all around her was tables and booths, made it of a material she'd only seen a couple times before. Wood, wasn't it? Miku hadn't seen something made of in that years: the only time she had was at her boarding school, where they still kept their physical library as an honor to their history. Of course, since they still had a digital one, nobody ever used it, but Miku liked to sit there on occasion, loving the atmosphere it gave off. She loved how quiet it was, and how she could be alone whenever she went there. It felt like an escape from life.
And now, this was what she was feeling as the marveled at the sight. Never had she thought it'd be like this. She thought it'd look like any other place... she'd been very wrong, and she was happy that she was.
"Hello! Do you have a reservation?" A girl in a traditional waitress uniform — as the textbooks described it, a long top, usually accompanied with a skirt, with the shirt covering the skirt halfway — came up to her from behind the counter, smiling sweetly. Her hair was an unusual green color — though Miku couldn't be one to judge as hers was teal, and it wasn't all that uncommon these days — and unlike the exterior blue and white color scheme, her top was white, and her skirt was a light pink.
She thought she remembered learning a long time ago that pink and red used to symbolize love, especially when a fictitious heart shape was coupled with it. Miku didn't understand it: the heart shape they used didn't represent the organ at all. Why would they use it? But even if she didn't understand it, it didn't mean she didn't want to know, or to experience it. Hence why she was here.
Well, maybe not love specifically, not that kind of love that they used to describe, that'd be ridiculous to wish that-
"Miss?" The greenette questioned again. "Do you have a reservation?"
"O-Oh, yes, of course," Miku stammered. She had completely forgot the waitress was there: why did she tend to do that? "I-It's at noon, with Megurine Luka."
A wave of heat rushed over her face, the type of heat she'd only felt when she was embarrassed. Why did that happen? All she did was say a name... and she kind of liked the way it rolled off her tongue, too...
She resisted the urge to look away as the waitress searched on the holographic computer on the counter between them. After what seemed like hours, the waitress took her hands off the screen.
"Yup! You're in here." The greenette looked up and smiled at her again. "You're at booth six. It's down that hall and to your left." She pointed down the hall, and nodded to the left as her finger pointed that way. "Oh, and by the way, I'm your waitress. Coincidental, isn't it?"
"Y-Yeah," Miku stuttered, confused at how she was supposed to respond to the waitress' very unusual way of speaking. It was so... informal. Miku wasn't used to hearing people talk like that. "Um, what's your name? I-If you're to be-"
"It's Gumi." If Miku were anywhere else, she would expect a phrase like that to be uttered in a profession tone, and yet Gumi-san's was still so relaxed.
"Thank you, Gumi-san." Miku bowed slightly in thanks, about to head to the table, when the waitresses voice interrupted her.
"Oh please, it's just Gumi." Gumi smiled, shocking Miku. She just met her; how could she already be comfortable with using no honorific? But Miku smiled and nodded anyways, making note to not use an honorific anymore. As much as it might make her uncomfortable, respecting her wishes was more important than that. She didn't want to offend Gumi, and in this setting, she didn't know what to expect.
She made her way to the table without interruption, and saw that the area her booth in was empty. It must've been a quiet day, and seeing as it was Tuesday at noon, she wasn't surprised. She took a seat, anxiousness filling her.
What if Megurine Luka didn't like her? Well, that was kind of a stupid question, seeing as she got Matched with her, but Megurine-san was so... beautiful. Long, flowing pink hair, crystal blue eyes, and, well, a rather well endowed body. Miku was just... Miku. Small, scrawny, and not endowed at all. She still looked like a kid, barely into High School. Her hair was, admittedly, nice, but she already felt like she couldn't measure up to everything her Match seemed to have, and she hadn't even met her yet.
Even though she'd been questioned it for her profile, she still worried that maybe Megurine-san wouldn't like her personality. What if she didn't like her voice? Or the way she fidgeted when she was embarrassed? Or the way her face flushed when she tried to talk? Or maybe even-
"Hello, Hatsune-san!" Miku almost jumped as she heard her name spoken — in a rather sweet voice — instead only looking up in surprise. Her heart flipped as she saw Megurine Luka standing before her, the smile she wore captivating Miku. Miku's eyes lingered on the pinkette's face a few seconds longer than what was probably socially acceptable — she'd have to research that when she got home — before realizing she had to greet Megurine-san as well.
"H-Hello, Megurine-san." Just like before, Miku felt her face heat up as the name rolled off her tongue. She stood up quickly bowed in greeting, hoping she still looked relatively composed. Luckily, Megurine-san didn't point that out, bowing to her too.
"You don't have to be so formal," Megurine-san laughed, her voice sweeter than Miku expected. Her laugh was just as captivating as her smile, and Miku thought it was over all too soon, wishing she could hear it for just a little bit longer. She needed time to memorize it. "You can just call me Luka. And no honorific: Gumi told me that you like formalities."
"S-She... she told you that?" Miku asked worriedly. "Sorry I'm so... uptight, I-I'm not, um, I'm not used to-"
"It's alright," Luka cut her off, laughing again. "It always takes time to get used to it. I remember my first time here: I was just like you."
"R-Really?" Miku felt her heart race increase, anxiousness bubbling up inside of her. Luka must've expected her to be a lot less awkward than she was currently being. That would explain why she knew Gumi, too... she must be a regular here. Did that mean Miku was just another random person? For some reason, she didn't like that thought... She wanted to be... special? Was that it? She didn't know what she wanted... "I-It's my first time, so, um, sorry if I'm really... um..."
"It's alright, I understand." Luka smiled that captivating smile once again, and Miku forgot what she was saying, instead focusing on what Luka was saying. It was like Luka had this power to completely silence her, to ease her fears, with just a simple smile. "Want to sit?"
"Yeah- I mean, o-of course," she corrected herself. She had a feeling one word responses would show a lack of interest, or that she didn't care. She definitely didn't want to do that: she got Matched with someone, this was her one chance. She couldn't mess it up.
They sat down, facing across from each other in the booth. She grabbed a menu, trying not to brush hands with Luka as she did so. She didn't want to make her face flush or her heart accelerate, or any of those other symptoms for that matter. She didn't know why she was feeling them: maybe it was just because she hadn't met Luka before? That was probably it, but why were the feelings so... intense? She would have to ask her AI when she got back.
"So, what do you want?" Luka asked after Miku had looked over the menu throughly. Was this was "casual" conversations were like? Even if she and her AI were comfortable, they never had conversation starters like this...
"Um, well, I-I don't know, honestly." Miku let out a nervous laugh. She thought Luka would be weirded out by her strange response, but the pinkette only smiled.
"I always get a latte, but I don't know if you'd like it." Luka leaned forward an almost imperceptible amount. "You don't seem like the type to like caffeine."
Miku felt her face heat up. Nobody had ever said that to her... Maybe that was why she was having this reaction... But for some reason, she actually liked it just a tiny bit, the way her face did that. It was different. The way Luka talked to her, so casually and easily. It just...
"W-What do you suggest, then?" Miku asked. She honestly had no idea what any of these things were, and talking to Luka just... felt good. Really good.
"Ah, let's see..." Luka looked down at the menu, her finger traveling over the options. Miku took that time to memorize her, her pale skin, her deep, crystal blue eyes, her pink hair that looked incredibly soft... She immediately looked away when Luka looked up. "Not many of these are caffeine-free, but I think Apple Cider would suit you."
Apple Cider... Miku thought she'd heard of it before. Apples tasted good, too, so she decided she'd try to. "Y-Yeah, I'll try that..." She trailed off awkwardly, not knowing what to say. "Um, L-Luka? ...What's caffeine?"
Miku blushed even more than she normally would by just saying the name, mostly because Luka laughed and gave her an adorable smile.
"It's nothing dangerous," Luka said informatively. "It's just something in coffee. It wakes you up."
"O-Oh." Did Luka think she was worried about her? Was it commonplace worry about people? The thought of worrying about someone was somewhat endearing to Miku. Worrying about what someone would think of her was different. Worrying if they were okay...
"May I take your order?" Miku whipped her head around only to see the green-haired waiter at their table. She probably shouldn't have gotten that scared, it probably made her look bad...
"I'll have my usual," Luka said, smiling. Her usual? What did that mean? The pinkette looked to her, nodding.'You can order,' Luka mouthed, and Miku finally got the memo. Duh. She had to order. They at least taught her that: Cafés and the like were a rare commodity, but they were still around. Obviously, since she was here.
"I-I'll have an Apple Cider," she said, going along with Luka's suggestion. She didn't know what it was, but she hoped it would taste good. Gumi wrote down something on a notepad, nodded, and walked off. She felt like sighing in relief. She just successfully pulled that interaction, and she'd never done it before...
"So, why'd you come here?" Miku turned back to Luka after hearing her voice. It took all of her will not to look at Luka directly in her beautiful eyes, not wanting to get lost in them again.
"W-Well, um..." Miku gripped the hem of her skirt under the table. Should she really tell her? ...But what's the worst that could happen? "My family's... very rich. I-I've never been in a... a s-situation like this. I-I'm never really out of the house. My mom never let me. She only let me go to boarding school."
Miku looked at the ground, struggling to breathe. It felt like her chest was constricted, her lungs being compressed. But she needed to continue. She was too far in. She looked back up, unable to meet Luka's eyes. She took in a breath and continued.
"This is my first time in the... 'real world'... I-It's not really real, is it?" Miku laughed awkwardly, staring at the table. "Society's not like this, t-there's nothing really, um... social like this. I-I'm getting off track." She sighed. "I've never had an, um, experience like this before. I-I just wanted to know what it was like before I had to, um... I don't know, go into college, or work, o-or whatever my parents want me to do..."
"I was like that, too." Miku looked up in surprise, finally meeting Luka's eyes. Luka only stared back at her, giving her a small, comforting smile. Miku couldn't get herself to look away until she felt her heart start to beat again.
"R-Really?" She stuttered out, looking back to the table. She felt her face heat up, only making her feel more uncomfortable. Especially her heart: it felt like it had been shot with adrenaline, and then compressed.
"Of course." Luka nodded. "It's why most people come here. Me included. My family's not rich, but I'd never been in a place like this before, well, here. I really liked it here and I've been going ever since. I thinks it's been... maybe a year or two?"
"W-Wow." For years she'd been going... that was some kind of commitment. "T-That's... That's crazy. W-Well, not that kind of crazy, just... um... you know..." Miku fiddled with her hands, not knowing the right word to say. "Um... admirable! T-That's the word, right?"
"If you say so." Luka giggled. Miku looked up, expecting to see a mocking look on the pinkette's face, but instead saw an innocent, joyful look on it. Miku, if only for a second, forgot how to breathe.
"Here you two go!" Two drinks were set down on the table. Miku looked up to see Gumi there, a now-empty platter in her left hand. The greenette winked. "Enjoy!" She called as she walked off.
Miku looked strangely at the drinks. Which one was which? They weren't marked... How was anybody supposed to know the difference?
Luka pulled a small cup towards her. So the other mug must be her's... She tentatively picked it up by the handle. The other hand rested on its body, surprised at how hot it was.
"Be careful," Luka said, a small laugh in her voice. "You should wait a bit. They make them hot here."
"A-Alright." Miku set the mug down, careful not to let her hands touch the hot surface. She saw steam coming off it. Wow. They really did make them extremely hot.
"The first time I went here, I burned my tongue." Luka giggled, but Miku only widened her eyes.
"Y-You burned your tongue?" Miku exclaimed, shocked. "Is your tongue okay now? Did you have to go to the ER?"
"No!" Luka laughed. "I only lost my taste for a day."
"A day?! How is that-"
"It's not anything serious, Miku." Miku stopped her nervous ramblings as soon as she heard her name called by Luka. It just had an... effect on her that she couldn't explain. "It was only a small burn. It doesn't even hurt."
"O-Oh." Miku felt like an idiot now for having worried over something so minuscule. Her hands went to her skirt once again, which didn't help since it already had sweat on it from earlier. "S-Sorry that I worried over something so... small."
"Don't apologize." Luka gave her a sweet smile. Miku was forced to wipe her palms on her legs. "I didn't know what that meant either until earlier this year."
"Oh... still, I'm sorry." Miku looked back up at Luka, trying to give her an apologetic smile. Unfortunately, it probably only came out as a nervous one. "Do you, um, think the drinks are cool enough?"
"Probably." Luka picked up the drink and took a sip. "Yup. They're fine."
"Alright..." Miku picked up her mug and took at sip. She quickly set it down. The heat shocked her, but... wow. This "Apple Cider" was great. "Wow... It's... really good."
"I thought you might like it," Luka said, smiling. Miku blushed, for sure this time.
"Thanks. For, um, r-recommending it to me." Miku sheepishly smiled. For more than a few moments, they locked eyes, just admiring them. When the stare broke, Miku could feel her cheeks heating up even more.
Wow... People were more amazing than she could ever imagine.
0o0o0o0
"Hey, Rin? Is there a function to schedule a meeting with the same person?"
Miku closed the door as she walked in, watching the two holographic AI appear before her. Rin had a devilish, teasing look on her face like she usually did. Why anybody decided to program her like that, Miku didn't know, but at least it was more interesting than others. Even if she didn't need it...
"What, you want to see her again?" Rin teased, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, obviously, if she asked," Len pointed out, a bored expression on his face.
"Oh, whatever, Len." Rin waved a hand dismissively. "Let me have my fun."
"Your fun usually includes torturing us," Len muttered, just loud enough for Miku to hear.
"What did you say?" Rin asked, her voice turning menacing. Len quickly looked back up, visibly shaking.
"N-Nothing!" Len practically shouted. Miku giggled at their exchange, then remembered her original question.
"Anyways, is there a feature for that?" She asked again. Rin pulled up the website.
"Yeah, there is," Rin said. Miku expected Rin to pull up the feature, but instead, she was directed to a message box. Rin grinned. "Ooo, what's this?"
Miku wanted to cover the screen up, but as it was a hologram, she couldn't. On it was already a request from Luka to go back there, next week at the same time. Her face flushed red. Why did she feel so... embarrassed from her own AI seeing messages? That's what they were supposed to do... So why were her palms already sweaty, her heart already palpitating?
"Oops, already pressed accept," Rin teased. The message disappeared. At least they didn't have to look at it any longer... "Looks like you have another date."
"D-Date?" Miku questioned. The context of date was... romantic... It was just supposed to be a platonic thing, not... that!
"Oh, please." Rin rolled her eyes. "Do you seriously think we don't see how infatuated you are with her? Well, Len might block it out, but he definitely can't avoid it that much."
"Geez." Len sighed. "Can I not be the butt of one your jokes for once?"
"Not anytime soon." Rin's already devilish grin turned even more devilish. "Seriously, Miku, you two need to just kiss already."
"I-I've only met her today!" Miku protested. "Why do you want me... How do you... W-Why..."
Rin giggled. "Don't think I don't see how you react to just her name. I'd say you have a pretty big crush on her."
"...It's not like I can do anything about it," Miku muttered, flopping down on her bed. "It's just supposed to be a platonic thing. I think you're taking it too far."
"I guess you'll find out next week." Rin winked. "On that date."
Miku sat up to protest, but by then the two holograms were already gone. She sighed.
She couldn't do anything about it. She really couldn't. Her parents would find out right away, and she was only lucky that they were on a trip for two weeks. There was no way she could do something like that...
Or could she?
At least she had a week to decide...