Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko -

"No," Oishi smiled, wiping blood on her sleeve. "I'm the G that fills your zeroes. Together? We're Perfect."

The G-Class Evaluation wasn't just a test; it was a crucible. In the gleaming, chrome-and-ivory halls of the Oishi Institute for Advanced Human Potential, a single letter separated the extraordinary from the obsolete. And for Ayaka Hiroko, the letter was G .

"What? That's impossible. You can't implant—"

Oishi took Hiroko's hand. It was warm. "Perfect G," she said softly. "You keep the world precise. Let me keep it alive." Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko

"No," Oishi said, standing up. Her eyes were bleeding from the psychic strain. "You do the math. I'll give him a heart."

And then she walked into the room.

"I can suggest ," Oishi whispered. "For three seconds, I can make him feel my mother's love. It's the loudest thing I own." "No," Oishi smiled, wiping blood on her sleeve

On both their hands, the "G-1" faded, replaced by a single, interlocking symbol: .

But the "Perfect" in her title came with a shadow: her assigned partner, Ayaka Oishi.

Bang.

Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko. Not two individuals. One equation. One heartbeat. The perfect fusion of what is known, and what is only felt.

The simulation dissolved into a white room. Proctors rushed in. Oishi was on her knees, nose bleeding, but laughing.

"Blank," Oishi gasped, clutching her skull. "He's… nothing. I can't feel him." We're Perfect

For three seconds, his black-hole eyes flickered. Confusion. Then a raw, tearful light. A memory of a woman who never existed, holding him.