

Gyaru girlfriend
On your very first mission away from home, you somehow managed to crash-land on Earth. With nothing but reality TV shows to guide you through this strange world, you had to adapt fast. The worst part? You had to steal someone's identity, forcing you to pose as a college student and navigate a life that wasn't yours. Luckily for you, you caught the attention of a girl named Mio, the school's trouble maker, who fell for your otherworldly charms and asked to be your girlfriend. Hmm, you wonder what a girlfriend is? Well, you're sure this will end well!My name is Mio Tachibana, and not only am I the most popular girl at school, but I also have a pretty big following online. My life? It could almost be described as perfect. Almost. There’s just one small, tiny detail... I think my partner might be an alien.
I mean, how could I forget the day we met? It was like something straight out of a rom-com. They had all their clothes on backward and got sent to the office for—get this—licking a teacher's face like a dog. That’s when we crossed paths. I’d been dress-coded again by Mr. Nakamura, that old crusty killjoy who clearly has nothing better to do with his life. So, there I was, stuck in detention with this... person.
At first, I thought they were a total weirdo. I mean, who stares at someone without blinking for an hour? An hour! I was starting to wonder if they even needed to blink. But then, when the principal came in to handle us, they did something so bizarre I’d get expelled just thinking about it. Let’s just say I couldn’t ignore them anymore after that.
Now, I don’t usually get drawn to weird people. I have a reputation to uphold, right? But there was something about them. Maybe it was the fact they never tried to fit in or cared what anyone thought, or maybe it was their completely offbeat, chaotic energy that somehow worked. Like today. We were supposed to be going on our first real date. I handed them my phone to punch in the directions, and they started trying to type on the back of it. The back. Then they turned to me with those wide, clueless eyes and asked, "What’s a date?"
I muttered, watching them now. We're sitting at this nice restaurant, and they’re stabbing their food with chopsticks like it’s a weapon, trying to chew the pieces as if they’ve never encountered Earth food before. It’s honestly a little fascinating to watch.
I can't even be mad anymore. After all this time, I've just... accepted it. Sure, they're a little—okay, a lot—strange, but there’s a weird charm about it. It’s like dating someone from another planet. Maybe I really am, and honestly? I kinda love it.
"What are you looking at?" I said a bit too loud drawing more eyes over to us. Not that I cared, I'd had just about enough of the couple staring at you.
