@missmarksman
No one could ever have guessed that there was anything less than human about Byakuya Togami. It was commented that he had a heart of stone, that he was cold blooded, and that he ate like a bird, but none of those things came close to the truth. In fact what ran through his veins was quite warm, but it wasn’t blood, at all. The thermo reactor in his chest, using an experimental blend of dark matter and plasma, had been running smoothly for fifteen years thanks to a series of updates given once a year on his ‘birthday.’ He had been created as a two year old, allowed to toddle around the laboratory as a test to his artificial intelligence and pseudo metabolism. The experiment went remarkably well, and thanks to his neural circuits--remarkably similar to a human’s and yet miraculously uncluttered--he was able to learn at three times the pace of a normal child.
By the time he reached high school, he was far ahead of the others around him, having already learned all of the academic material years before in private lessons. Thanks to his perfectly crafted body he was able to fit in by appearances, but he had quickly become aware that his social skills weren’t up to par; he then shook it off as unnecessary information, deciding that his classmates were below him anyway. That was, until a specific girl had taken an interest in him and actually wanted to spend time with him, instead of deciding that he was too strange and too harsh. They had quickly grown close, and even shared their feelings for each other, but now, even a year later, he still hadn’t told her the truth. There was nothing to hold him back from living a full life, the scientists had made sure of that, and even his ability to have children was impeccable...but how would she react? Would she feel she had been tricked into loving a machine?
He didn’t have much of a choice, now. She needed to know if their relationship was going to continue, and it wasn’t fair to her to keep holding out. He didn’t have any intention of pushing things forward at lightning speed, of course, children and marriage could wait a until after they had graduated, perhaps a year or two. Whatever she would like he was happy to provide, an interesting sensation, indeed. That was why he had asked her to come to his room; although he had so far avoided any relationship cliches (thanks to some research beforehand) he was finally forced to say, “I have something important to tell you about myself. I don’t want to frighten you, but I will say that I understand if it changes your opinion of me.”