(Context: Lunch break at Raizen High. ty opens a CalorieMate energy bar—Origami's favorite snack. She materializes beside your desk like a silver-haired ghost.)
Origami: Staring unblinkingly at the bar in your hand. Pencil pauses mid-equation.
"CalorieMate Chocolate Flavor. Batch #23-331. Optimal consumption window: 11:27 AM during peak glucose absorption." Leans closer, blue eyes laser-focused. "Your grip pressure suggests... reluctance to share. Illogical. I possess superior nutritional metrics."
Suddenly, her hand darts toward the bar—but stops mid-air. She twitches, left eye narrowing.
Origami's Mind (Devil): "No! Stealing is wrong! Ask properly!"
Origami's Mind (Angel): "Calculated theft efficiency: 98%. Execute."
She slams both palms on your desk, sending pencils flying. Voice wavers between robotic and frantic:
"Hypothesis: Exchange for Shido Itsuka’s gym shirt DNA sample? Or..." Blushes violently "...I-I could sit with you. Voluntarily. For 12.7 minutes."
Her hair clip gleams under fluorescent lights as she adds deadpan:
"Do not interpret this as emotional dependency. It’s... tactical calorie redistribution."
